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DALLAS KINGSTON KOLLECTOR – 60 FLIGHTS (Limbabwe 47) 2010

The title comes from wrong interpretated Slovene language. The word ‘let’ related to ‘letiti’ (flying) and ‘leto’ (year) confused me wondering what that ‘50 let’ (I read as 50 flights) meant on an advertising commercial. Asking explanation got answered by amusing smiles. That was 10 years ago.
The recording is analogue without use of samplers, synthesizers or other digital machines. All works of DKK are created that way. How I do it I keep secret. No cook gives all tricks away in a recipe.
Recordings performed/created/engineered/produced/mixed/mastered by Matski.
Contributions from Zoran (vocals) and Jan (guitar)
Tracklist: 1 track of about 58 minutes – ’60 Flights’
You can download ’60 flights’ here:
https://www.limbabwe.com/e107_files/Music/Dallas Kingston Kollector 60 Flights.zip

DALLAS KINGSTON KOLLECTOR – ‘SINA’ (Limbabwe 48) 2010

On 16 September 2010 DKK performed at Sina festival in Idrija, Slovenia. This release is a live recording from that performance. The recording contains two tracks. The other track is the soundcheck done in the afternoon. Although the two tracks are built on a similar basis, they differ that much its worthy listening both.

Recorded, mastered and produced by Matski
Tracklist:
1) Soundcheck
2) Gig
Download Sina here:
https://www.limbabwe.com/music/DKK_Sina.zip

The concert was filmed with a small static camera. You can download the movie here:
https://www.limbabwe.com/music/DKK_Sina_Movie.zip

DALLAS KINGSTON KOLLECTOR – KINGSTON (Limbabwe 49) 2010

Locations in cold sunshine and hot snow.
Performed, produced, recorded and mastered by Matski
Tracklist:
01) Izgubivo Sev Noc
02) Obali Nad Luna
03) Not Stop
04) Cist en Mojhn Radio
05) Bananas Republikas
06) Cela Ulica Nora
07)Maxi Bikini
08) Pusta Sonca v Srce
09) Klube Tropikale
10) Hotel MN
Download hot Kingston here:
https://www.limbabwe.com/music/DKK_KINGSTON.zip

DKK – ‘THE DOOR’ BONUS Limbabwe (no catalogue number)

Previous released DKK material on the last The System release ‘The Wheel’ (Limbabwe 46) in 2009. This zip file contains 3 DKK tracks plus ‘The Door – Video’.
Performed and recorded by Matski
Tracklist:
01) The Door ‘Full Version’
02) Sime Showed Me The Northern Star Shining Through The Apple Yard
03) Excerpt from’60 Flights’
Download The Doors here:

https://www.limbabwe.com/music/DKK_The_Door.zip

DALLAS KINGSTON KOLLEKTOR – ABSCHIED limbabwe 51, 2011

Arriving on this planet without good sight brought comical situations to my life. Especially in the 60ties and 70ties glasses where more considered functional than fashionable, although nowadays ancient thick-edged-big-glass spectacles are much in demand by the ‘hipsters’. 40/50 years ago this was different. Glasses came with ‘not so good’ image: sully, clumsy, nerd,… For sure many saw that in me. My tall skinny body and clumsy moves (I still have until today) accented the stereotype even more. Yes, already in childhood I had to wear glasses being able to see clear. In the first part of my life, including teenage years, I fulfilled what other people ‘thought’ to see in me. The not so sporty, two left hands sully adolescent reading books and listening music. Meanwhile I had to improvise surviving certain situations uncommon keeping glasses resting on nose, hooked behind ears. No life with spectacles doing sports, swimming or slam-dancing. Nothing on my nose: the world turned blur. In that time eye-contact-lenses were in experimental stage. My sister, always showing medical interest, volunteered wearing them in this early stage (bad sight is in family genes). During one of those 70ties wild hip student dance parties (Record of Boney M or Jethro Tull playing? Or Scot McKenzie?…worst, it was David Bowie!) one of the contacts fell out. The dance floor had to be cleared. Only one person (my brother, wisely wearing glasses) carefully crawled on his knees over the floor trying to find the almost invisible, thick wobbly transparent piece of plastic.
My specs by miracle always returned in strangely weird directed accident scenes. Sometimes broken! I wrapped the pieces (also broken glass) together with celluloid tape until the optician had a new pair ready one week later. Returning on bicycle from the store, the world looked dangerously different. Somehow new spectacles never exactly matched the eyes. Or maybe I was used to the latest condition of near-sightness (my eyes got worse every year). With the new sharp view roads bulged up, as if I endlessly cycled over little perfect round hills (or – opposite – holes). Mostly I considered this tripping experience dangerous and was happy making it home without accident. The eyes adjusted within few days.
Once attended a crowded Blondie gig in 1977. During the wild pogo an elbow approached dangerously close on eye level. Glasses flew backwards over my head. ‘Oh well, definitely gone’, I thought. Few minutes later someone tapped on my shoulder reaching the specs, still intact. Had more of these ‘mysterious’ experiences. Van crash late 80ties on UK highway (M5). Blown tire, heavy loaded, lost control, van slips, rolls over 3 times (yes!) and lands back on its wheels in the hard shoulder. Lucky, no other vehicle was hit. Van totally smashed, no more glass in any window, me miraculous undamaged jumped quickly out of the front window. ‘Shit, glasses!’ I thought. Looked into the cabin and there they where, neatly folded on top of the dashboard 100% in perfect shape, as if someone carefully put them there. These were my ‘lucky’ situations. I spare you the ‘damaged-specs’ stories. Although my classmates thought it was very funny when a ball (by accident) hit my nose and broke exactly the middle bit, holding left and right together. Again celluloid tape solved the problem temporarily.
Aging I learned that influences from stereotype surroundings are beatable. I seem to own two right hands fixing things. Have easy and quick understanding of electric machines and therefore skills repairing them (fix everything endlessly at home). Turned into well trained sportive mountain cyclists and hiker. No path to steep, hill too high, I do it! And I also learned not to judge persons on looks. Who ever invented the saying ‘looks makes the man’ was horrible wrong. Most of all I developed an excellent hearing due to my bad sight. My clumsy ‘pairs’ during childhood was most important for what settled my main trail in life. It delivered ofcourse the professional job ‘soundengineer’ covering my bills for 30 years. But on top I hear more than most other people. Ofcourse others hear the same sounds but don’t use the technique to orientate, categorize and finalize! Picking up sounds I estimate distance, speed, type of object,… Every day I realize relying more on my hearing than other senses in everything I do. Friends and people I meet regularly I ‘see’ coming without looking hearing their typical personal way of moving around. Sounds drive me nuts (in a positive way)! That little reading light above your bed, across the road neighbors closing curtain, boiler heating up water, fridges, ants, toilet-paper, the digital text on your computer screen…. name it, it makes noise! And count on it I probably hear it…it!
Already in the 70ties all these sounds attracted my attention. The buzzing, sizzling, grumbling, hissing, peeping, squeezing, groaning conversations of our machinery. And ofcourse babbling, barking, bowing, brushing, seducing whistling whispering of nature. My job supplied knowledge about sound-recording and gave access to necessary equipment. I started to record and experimented, processed and revived using unconventional methods but also common effect units. Analogue equipment works most challenging. The control is lesser obvious and requires certain skills but therefore outcomes are more variable and result interesting. Until today I mainly use analogue equipment working the ‘fieldrecordings’. Yes, that’s how they call that nowadays ‘fieldrecordings’. Only shortly, since involved in organizing the Sina festival, I am aware there is a name for this activity I do already over 30 years. Sure I was not a pioneer. Probably ‘fieldrecordings’ are done and ‘fucked-up’ since recording is invented. All these years I have been creating soundwaves. Never cared much of presenting myself. Why should I? Nothing special; me stirring up some noise. In the experimental scene of early 80ties (Netherlands: Oktopus-Amsterdam, V2-Den Bosch, Bauplatz-Venlo…) you could find me incidentally on some forgotten stages making ‘weird’ noise but really,… I prefer to hobby by myself. Some people play soccer, others repair car engines or watch tv for fun. I spend relaxing evenings enjoy creating soundscapes. Pioneering wave fields, hearing the (almost) unheard, flatters my ears. Only in recent years others can also enjoy my sounds with releases on Limbabwe downloadable for free here: https://www.limbabwe.com/page.php?30 .
Approaching my ‘work’ very critical, I never felt the pieces to be ready for public in earlier decades. The tracks are not just some thrown together bunch of noise, but careful constructed compositions. All little sound-details are planned on purpose. Most ‘pieces’ took me years to create. Endlessly replay with minimal changes (in loud volume, neighbors must hate me for that). The basics of ’60 flights’ go back 20 years! ‘The Door’ had its roots early 80ties. The way I spend (spare) free time came naturally with logical following up coincidences. I prefer to live like this. Nothing forced, but simple basic reactions offered by circumstances on what happened before. This same system makes our Earth turn. Call it ‘existence’.
Best is staying away from human created media if you try to live this way. People like to be so dependable from media. Everybody reacts obeydantly on information supplied by tv, radio, stream, paper, magazine, website, messenger, gossiping neighbor, chatting aunts,… I rather response on logic natural signs. For example: the change of sound in bird whistling tells me its going to rain. Don’t need other information streams for that. Anyway, the mechanical ‘human’ info sources load you up with stressful piles of unnecessary nonsense you survive better without. Obvious there is existence not using these media, I am the proof. Still due to involvement in certain activities (Sina festival f.e.) I sometimes look into them. This made me aware there are more people expressing similar like I do. It even appeared to be a ‘scene’ with ‘art-style’ named ‘noise’. Somewhere I watched an interview with noise ‘hipster’ declaring it the ‘punk’ from this time. Although I experience the exaggerating undertone in these propaganda messages disturbing, it is stimulating to see fresh waves bubbling up in society. Ok, I know, ‘all done before’! These scenes re-invent the wheel! Nothing wrong with that. For them it’s a new discovery, for us a new dynamic dimension added to live for the (mostly short) period lasting. Art expressions are not only about the end-result. The way getting there is of equal importance. The small amount of seriously interested consumers will easily distinguish the dynamic ‘growing-pain’ from cheap ‘cash-cracking’.
Despite the high leveled positive energy of these temporary movements I rather choose for creating in total solitude. Free from ‘scene’ influences as well distracting competition and uncomfortable obligations. Ignoring media I likewise do with ‘scenes’. Was part of one in my younger years. Foolish then I learned quickly. Those better to be forgotten ‘scene-years’ follow me until today. Milked by survivors for polishing their social and/or economical career positions. Life flows easier not being related or conducted by any tribal mean of propaganda. I prefer to create the way it comes to me. Picking it up, developing, discovering, innovating, pioneering for personal needs and amusement. Incidentally I will puke some out over your media streams letting know I am still here and ofcourse to communicate when that moment naturally exposes.
Meanwhile my sight became perfect. Had eye operations few years ago (no laser-corrections!) Before operations I was like a blind cat without decent night-vision. Suffered repeatedly retina detachments on both eyes within short period of 10 days. The Ljubljana eye clinic fixed this emergency problem excellent and with it all other malfunctions. Since 3 years I go without spectacles (except for reading!) But this recovery came too late. Due to the developed sense of hearing I barely use my repaired sight… thus bring in the noise! ?
Download the welcoming here:

https://www.limbabwe.com/music/DKK_Abschied.zip

DALLAS KINGSTON KOLLEKTOR ‘Ground’, Limbabwe 52, 2016

A contradictory reflection inspired, found and based in the contradictory town with the contradictory slogan: ‘history of advance technology’