September 21 - 1956

... In living memory of Johannes Breeuwsma ( 1955 - ) ...

Nothing special really... More a place for family and friends ( and of course a backup for this website ) The music playing on top is more or less how I started out some 30 years ago as a Springsteen / Orbison / Dylan clone. The ( very ) short stories below eventually lead to what surprisingly has become of me : an underground sound artist... All original files above date back as far as the 80's and 90's. There are finished songs, sketches of songs, and a few "transition" pieces - and some poetry.

 Originally I was born as the youngest son of a farmer in the North of The Netherlands, Western Europe. Those days have long gone. Memories... Memories... Memories... 

 Cars... alcohol... girlfriends... and the breathtaking silence of the land... The breathtaking silence of the land... girlfriends... alcohol... and cars...

Influences of my youth on my later art / Invloeden van mijn jeugd op mijn huidige werk :

 01 - In 1955 I was born as the youngest son of a farmer in the North of The Netherlands, Western Europe. In the year 1959 we moved to a huge farm ( at least for me as a kid it was ) about a mile from the nearest village, Wommels. For me the next 2 years to come were like heaven - they pretty much shaped my current artistry. The 'road' ( it was more like a horse track ) to school was too dangerous for me to travel as a 4 year old kid : this meant... that I was free... as free as a bird in the sky for 2 long years... ( of course in the mind of a kid this felt like eternity... ) 

 The thing I remember most about that time was sitting silently somewhere in this huge barn directly connected to the house we lived in. As the first year passed by so did the seasons - and the lights... they dimmed... November came... December came... And there I was : listening now in almost complete darkness to the omnipotent sound of the wind, the rain on the roof - and in the far away distance ( don't forget - I was only a kid at the time ) my mother's voice, almost certainly praising The Lord. What I remember most about her voice was when she finished a song - in one long last vibrating breath... 

 Today ( 50 years later - ) you will find elements as mentioned above in all my art : distant, almost alienated voices - the omnipotent sound of the softly howling wind ; waves of Nostalgia, and waves of Melancholy. Most of all you will find these four elements in my side project ( see below ) Seelenruhe

 02 - When I was a young kid I used to sit a lot at the side of the road in front of our farm. For a few stretching miles to all directions of the wind there was basically nothing - but the Frisian lowlands. Totally at random someone seemed to have thrown in a couple of farms; the first b-road along our farm was only laid out somewhere in 1965. Before and after there was the overwhelming silence of the lands. I remember especially the early days of March - when everywhere around us the lowlands ( finally ) defrosted, sometimes in early spring days without any trace of wind whatsoever. Special also where those extraordinay silent days in late September, early October - as we were all watching the skies for the first storms to arrive. 

 Today ( 50 years later ) you will find elements as mentioned above in all my art : the overwhelming waves of silence, the slowly passing of time ( coming to a complete standstill - I like that! ), and the sounds/noise of Nature. Most of all you will find these elements in my side project ( see below ) He Who Speaks In Silence 

 03 - I remember it well : my first addiction > the transistorradio. Already when I was 8 years old I carried it with me like it was a smartphone covering the most valuable information ever - and it did. The quality of AM radio was influenced by so many things, I only mention thunder and lightning. And I quickly got addicted... to the Static, the Noise, the Fuzz, and the Buzz... 

Also I was there when a pirate radio station launched The Animals' The House Of The Rising Sun, also I was there when they launched Dylan's Like A Rolling Stone, also I was there when they launched The Velvet Underground's debut 'banana' album, also I was there when they launched The Stones' Satisfaction ( I Can't Get No ), also I was there when they launched The Beatles' Revolver album, also I was there when they launched The Who's My Generation, also I was there when they launched Procol Harum's A Whiter Shade Of Pale, I was there when... 

 But most of all I got addicted to the Static, the Noise, the Fuzz, the... It was only a matter of time for this addiction to return - so here we are: the imperfection of the digital era reaching out to the past, only to shake hands and say: has actually anything changed at all?

 Today ( 50 years later ) you will find elements as mentioned here in all my art ( see below ) : the static, the interference, the noise, the fuzz, and the buzz - Gunnthrain, Ecce Homo Pietoso, He Who Speaks In Silence, and Seelenruhe
 
So... What then has become of This Fine Young Cannibal ( born in "the mainstream", now "underground" descended and addicted )... Well, for many years now this is my main project :


Gunnthrain - ( Dark ) ambientesque otherwordly surreal experimental atmospheric psychedelic post-rocky and / or neo-folky aural experiences. Gunnthrain's influences range from Joy Division to Biosphere, from Velvet Underground to Cocteau Twins, from Nick Cave to Brian Eno, from Underworld to Mathias Grassow, from Erik Satie to Thomas K├Âner, from Harold Budd to Pink Floyd, and all over again.
 

                                     

                                       
And currently my ( online ) sideprojects are :


 Ecce Homo Pietoso - Ecce Homo Pietoso disintegrates then rebuilds ( most of the time ) human voice material only and is greatly inspired by the work of the Anglo-Irish painter Francis Bacon ( 1909-1992 ). His art is famous for its often bold, grotesque and nightmarish imagery. May I add: compassion...? Compassion for humanity...?


 
He Who Speaks In Silence - When I was a young kid I used to sit a lot at the side of the road in front of our farm - silence can be really overwhelming.
 


           
  Seelenruhe - Coming down from an atmosphere drenched in wind, rain and solitude.
 

 
 
WARNING - Shadows Of Forgotten Ancestors may not sound like your usual cup of tea. The project is all about recycling songs from the late 40's, the 50's and the 60's using the theory of granular synthesis.
 
 



The Ports Of Amsterdam ( Fieldrecordings ) - In the year 1984, carrying with me an old and borrowed Uher 4400, I spent several lonely nights in the Western and Eastern Amsterdam harbors to do... fieldrecordings... Scattered around me lay ruins - ruins of once thriving harbors, ruins of once thriving factories, ruins of trains (!), ruins of cranes, ruins overall. There was the distant smell of the past, the reality of the present - and in the architect's drawing a glimpse of the ( nearby ) future.
 



Peace ( and hugs for the ladies ) - Johannes



My parents as an elderly couple

The city of Sneek - where I was born

Over here - the farm where I was born, 1955

The wind, the water, and the grass ( my youth )

September 21 - 1956

1965 - me on the right next to my brother Jan

1965 - me in the middle, striped shirt...

Local carnival '60s ( me as The Man In Black ... )

The summer of '75 - heatwave (and a curious horse)

Typical sunrise behind our farm ( 1959 - 1976 )

The Fellowship of the Ring (the army '76 - '77)

1984 - 1991 ( sex, theater, rock'n'roll )

Frisian horse listening to transistorradio

Atmosphere - 01

Atmosphere - 02

Atmosphere -03


Typical flooding after severe rainfall

The legendary lands of Paesens & Moddergat - 01

Coastline in the summer

The weather : sunlight peeking through clouds (01)

The weather : sunlight peeking through clouds (02)

Atmosphere - 04

Atmosphere - 06

Local sport called "fierljeppen" ( 01 )

Local sport called "fierljeppen" ( 02 )


Atmosphere - 12

Yes, we're mostly surrounded by ( the ) water

I am Frisian and I am beautiful

Frisian horse in wintertime - 02

Frisian horse - 01

Yes, some of us live below sealevel

Black and white cows set free in springtime


Coastline

Atmosphere - 11

Atmosphere - 17

Low tide - the Frisia mainlands in the distance

Amazing sunset in ( of course ) the west


How my father collected hay in The Elvis Years

Ancient, broken machinery (50's) to collect hay

Sensational stormy lake ( Heegermeer )

Wommels, our farm top right - click for big size!

Realistic springtime image

Atmosphere - 07

Typical black and white cow

Atmosphere - 05

Atmosphere - 18

Black and white cows on the road

Busy day on the water ( I'm watching you... )

Incredible atmosphere - Hindeloope

Atmosphere - 08

The church where I learned to sing

The black heart is where I always sat as a kid

Church organ

Atmosphere - 14

You may call me Misty

Typical farm in wintertime

Traditional sailing on the lake of Sneek - 02


Atmosphere - 16 ( below sealevel )

The lake of Sneek - close to which I was born

Atmosphere - 13

Nijland - where my parents lie buried

Two Frisian horses flying

Frisian horse flying


The legendary lands of Paesens & Moddergat - 02

From 500 BC_1000 AD the protection of mounds (01)

From 500 BC_1000 AD the protection of mounds (02)

Mounds ( 03 ) - in total 955 from 500 BC_1000 AD

The Romans (12 BC ) considered Frisia as bare...

The incredible ( dead end street ) Lytsewierrum

Atmosphere - 15

Yes, we learned how to skate on a piece of wood

Atmosphere - 17 ( Dokkum

The danger of skating out into the open

Dreamy pier ( Roptazijl ) out into the sea

Stormy pier ( Roptazijl ) out into the sea

Not the South Pole, just Frisia on the westside

Serious thaw on the westside of Frisia

Traditional sailing on the lake of Sneek - 01

Incredible hare jumping ( springtime )

Atmosphere - 09

Once we had a horse like this called My Fair Lady

Atmosphere - 10

Not me, but similar to what happened to me in '79

Typical pole jumping during my childhood

Farmer breaking his pole while jumping

18,64 Miles long - protection and connection (01)

18,64 Miles long - protection and connection (02)

Sunset across the island of Terschelling

Frisia includes 4 islands (Google for 'de wadden')



2014 - Farmers exploring new ways to make money


Realistic image of modern, spreaded farms - 2013

The city of Sneek - where I was born - 02

The End Of Time

The ' national ' flag