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I am a member of a secret society. It has its own gospel in the form of a still evolving story, it is not yet written, that starts with Grandmother Czuckay exclaiming that she would not set foot upon MS Wilhelm Gustloff, since one can not walk on water, it has no boards. As the official history explains the ship was sunk by the Russians on january 30th 1945. And so they took the train to hannover where young Holger Schüring, that's his Dutch name, would grow up and found his love of music.
He is of the same generation as the fictional composer Hermann Simon in Edgar Reitz' Heimat. Born out of the shadow of WWII, thoroughly educated on Bachisch counterpoints, too smart for his teachers, discovering new ways in
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Irmin Schmidt en Stockhausen
Stockhausen was godlike. He challenged Irmin when he said: Tomorrow we will dedicate three hours to questions. But I only accep intelligent questions. Next day, Irmin asked him: Do you think you will get really intelligent questions posed about the work if you act so that everybody thinks, 'I won't ask him, it's not intelligent enough'? Stockhausen was the last of the gods, traditional composers, writing on paper, divorced from the performance of music. Irmin's answer was: The intellectual God is Dead. Who are you on that mountain, higher that all of us? Just get down and be normal like any of us. So is that my secret society's gospel? No, it's not about that per sé, but we will not stand for any authority.