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City: Olympia
State: Washington
Country: US
Signup Date: 12/2/2006

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June 24, 2007 - Sunday 

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Category: Parties and Nightlife
"In the ancient of days, we gathered up from the mud."


Olympia, Washington. New Year's Day, 1995. A dark and smelly basement.
Three young musicians gather to tackle the vast songbook of Arrington de Dionyso. They had heard his self-recorded cassettes. The songs were wild and lovely. Arrington (the rebellious son of Methodist ministers) played every instrument with the soul of an outsider artist who didn't know any better.

He knew he needed to bring his songs to life.

The original trio was brought together for one show. You know – just to see what would happen. They called themselves Old Time Relijun.

Arrington played a $20 guitar and a beat up bass clarinet. He sang with a mixture of piss and vinegar that exploded with naive charisma. Bryce Panic harassed the drums. Aaron Hartman beat on a two-string upright bass with a microphone taped to its bridge. They communicated with the clairvoyance of long-married ninjas.

That first show, everything went red: strings broke, the bass was a solid mass of feedback, the PA was blown. They used Arrington's songs as a template to meld shock-ritual with a mad-tea-party-dance-vibe. They barely noticed the college kids in full Riot Grrrl gear screaming, they had no idea that punkers and hippies were dancing together. Something awful happened that night.

A band was born.

Soon they were playing full sets to friends and taste-making Olympia hipsters alike. They played every show they could – whether or not they were on the bill. They developed the kind of intuitive free-jazz rapport most bands could only dream of.

In 1996, OTR recorded their first album, "Songbook Volume One". They released it themselves, financing the production by tricking a friend out of his meager inheritance. The CD was packaged in stolen popcorn bags.

In 1997, Calvin Johnson invited the band to record a song for the "Selector Dub Narcotic" compilation for his K Records label. From there, a beautiful relationship was born.

After Bryce left to pursue a life of dance and yoga in India, one of the band's younger fans, Phil Elvrum, asked if he could join. He moved to Olympia, and OTR's second of many lives began. Phil's caveman beats and undeniable production savvy helped launch the first three Relijun albums K would release. "Uterus and Fire" (1999), was a bombastic exercise in recording in the red. "La Sirena de Pecera" (2000) was a one-night multilingual wonder, acting as a coda to "Uterus'"unyielding momentum. Then came the band's first true masterwork, "Witchcraft Rebellion" (2001), an album as deep and bizarre as anything you'll find on your record shelf. A retelling of the first chapters of Genesis from the serpent's point of view.

After a couple U.S. and European tours, Phil decided to focus his energy on his recording projects and his own band, the Microphones. Old Time Relijun continued in a variety of mutated formations, with various lost souls sitting behind the drum set.

"As above, so below"

The group experienced a brief lull in activity as Arrington began a period of vagabonding that would take him hitch-hiking across the United States and back and forth between Italy, France, and Argentina. A compilation of unreleased oddities, "Varieties of Religious Experience", was released in 2003, and both Arrington and Aaron had time to reevaluate the direction their band would take.

During his travels, Arrington composed an outline for what would become "The Lost Light Trilogy". The first two installments, Lost Light (2003) and 2012 (2005), recorded with the help of drummers Rives Elliot and Jamie Peterson, respectively, saw extensive touring, a wider audience for the band, as well as high praise from critics world wide.

Arrington likes to say, "Every song on each album has a correspondence to other songs, whether musically or lyrically; with exponentially as a spatial archetype. Each song is like a small shard of a larger mirror - so that each piece reflects another piece, much in the way a cubist painting reflects many perspectives of the same object at once."

The trilogy moves like an odyssey which blurs the lines between dream and life - placing the entire Universe within the expansive structure of three Old Time Relijun albums.

Now based in Portland, Oregon, Old Time Relijun have re-invented themselves again. The final installment of the trilogy, Catharsis in Crisis, is the culmination of twelve years of deceptively untutored refinement. With new members Germaine Baca (drums) and Benjamin Hartman (saxophones), Old Time Relijun keeps charting new territories in the nether regions between the Ancient World and the Invisible New.


These songs are at once autobiography, dream diary, and new myth - politically and sexually charged manifestos for alchemical revolution from a fully realized band, whose conceptual roots dig down as deep as their music. Old Time Relijun songs embrace life in all its joy and terror- birth, death, awareness, experience, love. Live or recorded, they don't shy away from confronting the monsters that lurk deep in the shadows. At the same time, we hear a band that takes sheer vibrant delight in playing and being alive.


Old Time Relijun is booked by:
PANACHE BOOKING
MICHELLE CABLE
panachebooking@yahoo.com
http://www.panacherock.com

Artist's Website:http://www.krecs.com/oldtimerelijun/ http://www.myspace.com/theoldtimerelijun
Arrington de Dionyso

 
Catharsis in Crisis lyric sheet (not every single song is included)


INDESTRUCTIBLE LIFE (White Fire on Black Fire)
In the ancient of days
we gathered up from the mud
This is a war cry, for
Indestructible Life!

I love you!
I seek nothing-
I burn mountains-
I live on and on!
No Burial Mound can hold me!
Yes! we reach the other side, inside out-
we chew meat into nightfall and greet
the first stars, the fire-breathing stars
set into night by the old burning hand
uplifting breath of creation!
Pulling up the roots of mountains
for kindling in the palace!

Pulsating handwritten names of fire
white fire on black fire
(indestructible life!)
white fire on black fire
(indestructible life!)

THE CROWN OF LOST LIGHT

Oh Moonlight!
Oh Canopy of Constellations!
I am aware of an emptiness inside-
and a tenderness -my longing-
I can't stand the seperation!
I keep trying-
to find you!

My roots are in the sky,
my branches reach the ground
going down I touch the earth below
whispering star flame echoes in the darkening night!

You speak to me in signs and tides-
You generate darkness and light-
You merge the left and the right-
Radiant! Mysterious!
In the Crown of Lost Light
Pulsating Life, Vibrating Light!
Pulsating Light, Vibrating Life!
In the Crown of Lost Light!



DIG DOWN DEEPER

I dig a tunnel to you
I dig a tunnel to you
I dig a tunnel to you baby
I dig a tunnel to you
Gonna dig down deeper
dig you out of your clay
we twist and we bend
through cities of different size
we twist through the wilderness and
we erase our crimes!

I dig you out of your shell-
I dig you out of your clay-
I got the roll to your rock
I stole the key to your lock!

Dig a tunnel to you-
Dig a tunnel to you
Gonna dig down deeper
Dig a tunnel to you-

Dark Matter
A MATERIAL FORM-
FORMLESS-
EVOLVING INTO FORM-
DARK MATTER-
ANTI-MATTER-
ECLIPSING SPARK OF IMPULSE-
CONCEALED IN A DARKNESS SO BRIGHT!




DAEMON MEETING

All the daemons get together for a conference
a Daemon Meeting in the boardroom
set out the chairs and the styrofoam cups
a flapping of wings and a gnashing of teeth

I rode the elevator and got off on the wrong floor,
so I try to stay- in con spic uous
hanging out by the cork board
sulphuric acid in the water cooler

"Hear Hear this meeting's in session!
Agenda Item Number One:
I smell something human among us
Somebody here, not a daemon be-!"

What does it mean to be human?
What does it mean to be human?
What does it mean to be human?
What does it mean to be human?








LIBERATION

My body blazing
Flame unseen
I name my liberation
I am rebuilt and destroyed

I am a raven, yeah,
No, I am a river, yeah!

Water rising, fire blinding!

I'm in the zone
Of young life and decay
Between young life and decay




THE TIGHTEST CAGE

She keeps her tigers in the tightest cage-
A wolfpack raging through narrow space

I got lost in the wilderness
I got lost in confinement
I got lost in the wilderness
I got lost in confinement

I was lost in the desert,
I got lost in the night-
the city rains down electricity
and I am sealed in stolen flesh
I wear a seamless, borrowed body-
Apelike, but clear as sunlight!

Crouching like a lion
crouching down like a dog

I got lost in the wilderness
I got lost in confinement.


INVISIBLE NEW

I gazed on and on and
found it harder to see;
so I pursue
the invisible new-
the old-the ancient- invisible new!

In flowers, fields, and breezes-
I have seen, I have seen, I have seen
I see forever- in forests, trees,
the decay of forests- in waters, birds, and waves-
I see-
Abundance roaring
I have seen, I found a miracle-
The deepest, finest flower-
Deep, fluid, physical ways of creation-

Intuition and birth-
Birth magic and rot-

in the end,
this whole
is perfect.


THE CIRCULAR RUINS (please see J. L. Borges short story of the same name)
Night after night- (I dream of you I am dreamed by you)
a beating heart!
There was a temple-
so long ago-
in a circle profaned by jungle-
crowned by tigers, horses on fire.
I see the footprints-
(I dream of you I am dreamed by you)
Night after night,
sky colored rose like a leopard's mouth
I dream of you I am dreamed by you-
night after night, day after day-
one beating heart, one man of clay!
 
Posted by Arrington de Dionyso on July 9, 2007 - Monday - 5:22 AM
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