Damo Suzuki died. It was a bleak mid-February day in the Pacific Northwest, the kind of day that reminds you it’s still a long way to spring. Fittingly it reminded me of our time in Berlin one February, a place Damo and his band mates would have known well.
Damo was 74, singer for the German rock band Can. Their music was at times unnerving, almost always strange, sometimes the most original I’d heard. They were a group of musical savants, the bass player classically trained, the drummer regarded the best free jazz player in Europe, the singer, a goofball Japanese guy named Damo.
The album art was draped in that late ‘60s psychedelia but the music much more than that, otherworldly, both rhythmic and dissonant. Sometimes Damo didn’t sing as much as growl or babble, but as with the best bands it all cohered. One of their first records I heard, a collection called Cannibalism 2, had an infinity mirror image on the cover with a creepy-looking German in a trench coat with bad hair. At times it sounded like the soundtrack to a nightmare.
I took a few years to go through Can’s catalogue, spanning the years 1969 to 1979. To my ear there were three eras: the more raw, unhinged sounds of their first record with singer Malcolm Mooney, the peak middle period with Damo, and the post-Damo ‘70s that leaned more on synth.
In the summer of 1992 I immersed myself in Can living in a one-bedroom beach bungalow with three other men. Despite being above a gas station it was a good location, right between the ocean and the bay on Division. And late at night in utter darkness with just the gas station glow we played that far-away voodoo music called Can.
Later I would turn my percussionist friend Loren on to it in the back seat of someone’s car driving around our home town on a hot summer night with the windows down. And Loren, gesturing madly with his arms, aping Damo’s wild stylings. I would later boast to my drummer friend, I turned you on to Can.
Can was one of those guests I brought into my home and let stay a while, they became part of the scenery of my young life. It isn’t music I’d recommend to most because it’s weird and often difficult, but I’m grateful to my friend Dave Dever for introducing us. And to my friend Mike for telling me Damo passed on Monday, texting “it’s a perfect bleak day to lose yourself in Can.” I already did, a long time ago.
I always appreciate a new band to explore, Bill. Thanks!
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Wear protection!
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Can always give me an extra push. Damp Suzuki was such a cool cat.
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None cooler!
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Wow….this one fell between the cracks. What a bummer.
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I live between the cracks! Hi Gary and thanks for being here!
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Is this perhaps a title for your biography, Life between the cracks? hahaha
BTW The Guardian has a very good obituary on Damo.
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That’s lovely, the obit! I will check it out, nice to hear.
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Dropping a link to that article from The Guardian here https://amp.theguardian.com/culture/2024/feb/12/damo-suzuki-obituary
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I always appreciated Damo’s indifference to music. I suppose that helped give it that extra flavor.
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Yeah the higher organizing principle was “sound” vs music maybe
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From Damo: For me, music is not that important (as other musicians think). Music is simply a thing which I can immerse my imagination in, my fantasy, my art.”
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Nice, thank you for sharing!
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Can do attitude.
That’s a dumb comment but I had to leave something. My barbaric yawp.
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That is a perfect Ross contribution to the hat. Thanks, from one busker to another!
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Sadly, I never heard of Can until this post, Bill. Thanks for giving me something to explore.
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Ha, sure! You’re not alone in that, not at all.
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I do pride myself on my knowledge of the weird and eclectic, though.
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Have a dip of that Can then ha ha! Try the record Tago Mago.
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Tago Mago it is.
It’s one of the coolest things about the modern age…being able to track down music instantly. I remember the old days of needing to borrow a CD, get a mix-tape/CD, or pony up the cash for a new album blind. Life is pretty awesome, no?
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Yeah really! It’s worth it just to stare at the cover even. It is totally awesome and wondrous, this tech.
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