Zoomer (Bonus Version)

by Schneider TM

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Zoomer is the 2nd Schneider TM full-length album and was released in 2002 by City Slang in Europe and Mute in the U.S..
This was the official release-info:

It's time to blast preconceptions of electronica as cold, minimal, distant knob twiddling to oblivion once and for all, and Dirk Dresselhaus, aka Schneider TM, is just the man to do it. His second full length album, Zoomer, harnesses a sublimely modern depth of musical vision to the hard won wisdom of life experience. A proper album, developed over the course of three years, Zoomer is the sound of electronica, at last, with something to say.
"You've got to keep your heart open," Dirk says straight up, with his typical bulls-eye brevity. "When you're in a certain heightened state of sensitivity, you feel all the different sounds, melodies, and words. The trick then is to keep your ears open for the right moment when it all just happens to fall together and then get it on the hard drive. That's one of the main points of this record." What about genuinely crafted songwriting? Check. Pop hooks? Check. Catchy vocal melodies? Check. Wry humor? Check. Schneider TM brings a singer-songwriter sensibility for words and music to the ambitions of a sonic explorer. He calls it "chemical listening", being able to hear layers of ear-teasing, soul tickling sounds, threaded personal beliefs and hopes. The more you listen, the more you discover. It's hard to think of another artist in the field of electronica who has yet done come up with the goods as he does with blinding success.
Last year's 'Binokular' split mini album with long time musical foil KPT. Michi.Gan paved the way. Its stellar track was the stunning, and ubiquitous, 'The Light 3000', a breath-catching cover of The Smiths' 'There Is A Light That Never Goes Out'. Perfectly pitched, its naïve, coolly glistening electronica deftly counterpoints the yearning, emotional recklessness of Morrissey's lyrics. 'The Light 3000' inadvertently gatecrashed the trashy bootleg / bastard-pop scene and offered something beating with sincerity. It spread virus-like to everyone from Desperate Soundsystem DJ Jarvis Cocker (who was quoted as saying he always used to it open his sets) to Rough Trade's genre-defining Electronica 01 compilation, came in at number 8 in John Peel's Festive 50, (that's as voted by listeners), and was embraced by everyone from die-hard indie fans to dance music softies and anyone who ever had a heart.
A veteran drummer, guitarist and singer in successful German bands since his teenage years in the late eighties, Dirk abandoned traditional song forms on his Schneider TM debut, the classically of its time 1998 instrumental album, Moist. Recording 'The Light 3000' gave him back his voice. It proved to be a breakthrough for him as well as a sign of things to come.
An integral point in Dirk's recording process was the age old struggle between the heart and the mind and how to strike a balance between the two with out compromising either one. As a result, Zoomer, for all it's electronic wizardry, is chock full of guitars and vocals, something that Binokular only hinted at. Both of these "organic" elements are then treated and morphed in to something that lies in between the analog & the digital worlds.
Shuggie Otis' heroic album 'Inspiration Information' was a key reference - the idea of the heart directing the mind, using cutting edge technology (Shuggie was famously one of the first practitioners of the drum machine) to express human frailties. Dirk discarded an entire studio set up to the bare essentials of a laptop and a few instruments in his living room, where over time, friends, neighbours and daily life become part of the music. "It's the best situation to record at home," he muses. "I wake up, have a coffee and am really inspired by dreams. I find that the best and most inspiring moments are between being sleep and awake, because it’s the time where consciousness and subconsciousness meet. This stage was very important for the recordings." This concept, one of reading between the lines or peering into the cracks where the real and the imagined are blurred, is what shapes the entire album. Where two disparate concepts melt together to form something entirely new.
Hence first single, 'Frogtoise', the freaky dream of splicing a frog onto a tortoise, a bass buzzing but melodically fragile tune layered with kaleidosopic harmonies, that began as a jam session with Kpt. Michi.Gan. Meanwhile, best friend and long time band mate, Christopher Uhe, dropped in to play bass on the swirling ecto-plasmal digitry of '999'.
Dirk's neighbour, Cati Aglibut, adds viola to 'Cuba TM', which also features the glorious sounds of Lambchop's pedal steel player, Paul Niehaus. A brief acquaintance during a special City Slang Radio One session in 2001 (where Niehaus spontaneously collaborated live with Schneider TM) resulted in a cross-Atlantic exchanging of tapes.
In later sessions, legendary Hamburg reggae and hip hop producer Mathias Arfman mixed several tracks. He draws out a pulsing dub current, notably in the sweetly fizzing 'DJ Guy' and in the stutter-bugging 'turn on' which stars maverick poet and musician Max Turner (formerly of the notorious Berlin hip hop outfit, Puppetmastaz).
"He's such a great rapper, or whatever he is!" Dirk laughs. "He doesn't want to be known as a rapper, because actually he's a great poet. He's half-Scottish, but he grew up in Hamburg. He hacks around with words so great, it's like Lego, but it makes meaning."
Let's not overlook Dirk's own lyrics. Deceptively simple, he cuts straight to the core of relationship struggles (check the insight of 'Abyss') and battles to remain true to your own soul (see the protest song hidden in 'Reality Check'), with just a few direct words. Ideas that leave you with a lingering sense of life affirming joy. As he sings on 'Cuba TM', "...to let the bowels spin, to Let love come in..."
"Two of my biggest influences are Lou Reed and Daniel Johnston," Dirk admits. "I was always influenced by English lyricists who used really simple words because I understood them best. Put simple words together and make the meaning clear. I tried to make Zoomer as positive as possible, but not blindly. You know, it seems easy when you're alone, but you totally get stuck, because you don't have any reflection. 'I'll Be Your Mirror'!" he quips. "That's the point. And it's really exhausting! But that's the only way."
With Zoomer, Schneider TM defies expectations of aural wallpaper electronica with a grace, passion, & wit that are the mark of a songwriter whose talents are in full bloom.

credits

released September 1, 2002

music, words & production by dirk dresselhaus,
published by la chunga music publishing, except words in 5. by max turner, copyright control.
1., 2., 4., 5., 8. mixed w/ mathias arfmann at turtle bay country club, neuenfelde 2002,
3., 6., 7. mixed by d. dresselhaus at studioline, berlin 2002.
mastered by bo kondren at calyx, berlin.
2. contains a sample of a dr. drek session feat. Kptmichigan, 5. main vocals by max turner, 7. bassline by christopher uhe,
8. slide guitar by paul niehaus, violas by cati aglibut, electric piano by vredeber albrecht.
photos by tina winkhaus, booklet illustrations by d.dresselhaus,
cover design by elger emig & d.d.allin.

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Track Name: Reality Check
reality check
it’s getting harder to find out
who you work for
and western fusion is about
a tree is a forest
like the one from the cure
there’s no way out
we’re out of the green and into the black
there’s no fuckin’ doubt

beware of the matrix
and keep a warm heart inside
don’t jump off the train
it’s still a long way to ride

second verse to the sky
and everything’s allright
there’s a bad moon rising
the belly’s fat, can’t feel sad

back on the track of expectation-overload
one step back is one ahead
so we’ve been taughed
by every leader
to make it easier and to grow
got stuck in the ice-age
education over board

beware of the matrix
and keep a warm heart inside
don’t jump off the train
there’s still a long way to ride

reality check
it’s getting harder to find out
who you work for
and western fusion is about
a tree is a forest
like the one from the cure
there’s no way out
we’re out of the green and into the black
there’s no fuckin’ doubt

beware of the matrix
and keep a warm heart inside
don’t jump off the train
there’s still a long way to ride
Track Name: Frogtoise
i had a dream
i cut a frog in half
and a turtle too
oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,
to plant the top
of the tortoise on
the poor frogs base
oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,

sometimes i dream of nothing
next morning’s even worse
sometimes i wake up sweaty
feels like i’d just given birth
sometimes i don’t wake up at all

i had a dream
i cut a frog in half
and a turtle too
oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,
to plant the top
of the tortoise on
the poor frogs base
oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,

i’d love to meet you out there
to pet your heart and soul
discover all your beauty
and let the good vibes flow
but i’ve been called by a certain duty

cause in my dream
i cut a frog in half
and a turtle too
oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,
to plant the top
of the tortoise on
the poor frogs base
oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,
now what do you think
how it looked at me,
the one to blame ?
i felt ashamed
Track Name: Abyss
connected by a vision
of what to do with life
means permanent transmission
and that is sometimes hard to ride

and i said yeah,
there’s so much to discover
but the secrets of your lover

let you tell me now, all right
better not discover
the abyss of the other

remaining voltage of the brain
charged by shocks in bad times
shuts the heart to not get hurt
reflection rules to make out good times

and i said yeah,
there’s so much to discover
but the secrets of your lover

let you tell me now, hey
better not discover
the abyss of the other
the secrets of your lover
the abyss of your lover
Track Name: DJ Guy ?
is this the dj guy ?
Track Name: Turn On
This winter was probably the illest
to suck on my pumping heart
a taste of transplant in the back of a rescuetruck
falling on the cold iron carpenting
damp with the mothercake of pain
thumbs twitching up and down
sine of life in a developing spine

Given a piece, make a spoon
to row the soup of the breathing wounds
that share the pleasure in a dancing hall
where the echoes of children grin and roar
weep and cry at the thorns that sting
my foot fell asleep, my foot fell asleep
the nose and ears block, nose and ears block
all the weirs open with the tearbag
all the weirs open with the tearbag

Given a piece, make a spoon
to row the soup of the breathing wounds
that share the pleasure in a dancing hall
where the echoes of children grin and roar
weep and cry at the thorns that sting
my foot fell asleep, my foot fell asleep
the nose and ears block, nose and ears block
all the weirs open with the tearbag
all the weirs open with the tearbag

slowly the dew forms and licks down my shoulder
gain my organ rebeginning to smoulder
like the depths of magma in the goldencenter
veigns volting majenta, sun peels yellow orange
humans ooze back into the outside
the roots of rhythm that play the ebb and tide
sky sparkles with the blick of blue
eyes blink a rollin cup a hoopin peas
that tickle the flute played by the cooling breeze
jumping over the fields, jumping over the fields
for the feel of the diaphram
fields for the feel of the diaphram
breath in, breath out, breathin

Given a piece, make a spoon
to row the soup of the breathing wounds
that share the pleasure in a dancing hall
where the echoes of children grin and roar
weep and cry at the thorns that sting
my foot fell asleep, my foot fell asleep
the nose and ears block, nose and ears block
all the weirs open with the tearbag
all the weirs open with the tearbag

slowly, slowly
bring up the short and long of it
ride a bike and throw a fit
coil up in the shell of ears
to play a frisbee at the tears
of rolling tears of muskateers
bizzy body keep raisin the sun
as brocken hour glasses run
oringearise aray from heavens
somewhere near the red of devils
every vowel and then according
to the cards that shuffle
one hearts down and jokers riddle
aces climbing up a sleeve
to wiggle with the wagging tales
told above the table
hickup a snap crackle pop
trickle down a waterfall
like a drop of dressing gowns
on the tip of the tongue of the talking

take a potshot off the top of my head
the bottom of your heart
the tip of the tongue of the poisondart
together we boarder the breakdown
glimse o lime a pull a tug o shard
hold the breath back for the stilllife
that edges off a diving board
to the darkestports of eggwhite
pothole it in mind of blue cheese
fro sweating egos to the moist depths of valleys
nevermind the fleshseeking eagle
all stuck up sticklebacks, up your staircase
i flabaghast a barefoot over the splinters of the careless
way flitch and whip into the wildbores spareribs
broken down pops up as a fine pluck of tulip
smudged by the bruised lip
that grows the true sound in the belly of the organ
where pianofingers webs are wound
Track Name: Cuba TM
i want to figure out
what the future is about
are we going to stay the same,
or will we change our shape?

because of acid-rain,
because of too high gain,
cast our skins,
covered by a thin membrane...?

to let the sound come in,
to let the bowels spin,
to let love come in...?

and we could use the sloughed skin as raincoats...
as saturn bursts through the sky
our arms would spin like windmills
our bodies refuse to fly...