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The Pure Genius of David Sylvian: 10 life lessons from The Greatest Living Englishman

February 23, 2018


1. Evolve and experiment, always.

David Sylvian’s protean career of forty years has encompassed an extensive variety of genres, from his cornerstones of art-pop/rock, downtempo, ambient and experimental electronica, to dabblings in prog-rock, avant-jazz and world music. The resulting mélange of styles that comprise his impressive oeuvre are indicative of a creative yet restless spirit; an admirable yearning to keep pushing his own boundaries, and to continue evolving as an artist. Each new album or project seems to entail a subtle reinvention of the self. To get too comfortable would be creative suicide.

Over the years, David’s evolution in style has brought him continuously closer to the periphery of mainstream music. While some fans – particularly those whose fondest memories of David are with his former band, Japan – see this as an unwelcome transmogrification, it’s undeniable that his desire to experiment is brave. Fortunately, satisfying the Vox populi has never seemed to be much of a concern to David. For more sapient fans, his most recent albums are rich in nuanced beauty; expressive and atmospheric.

Would it be easier for David if he continued to produce albums in the style of his much-loved late 80s masterworks, such as Gone to Earth and Secrets of the Beehive? Possibly, but that’s not the point. David’s art is an authentic expression of his inscapes, and as those inscapes change, so does the manner in which they are reflected in his work. To intentionally recreate the atmosphere of works that presumably no longer resonate with his inner self would be a compromise of his artistic integrity. Whatever might come next for David will undoubtedly reflect whatever he’s driven to express in that moment in time.


2. Less is More.

Minimalist music often poses a challenge to listeners because it commands one’s full attention and intense focus to be fully appreciated. Done well though, the results can be striking and delicately beautiful. Manafon, David’s most recent studio album, achieves these results.

David presumably is well aware that his greatest strength musically lies in his singing, and on Manafon, that preternaturally stunning voice takes centre stage, with little adornment. There’s an element of existential nudity imbued in such a stripped back delivery, and it’s that very starkness that gives songs such as ‘Small Metal Gods’, ‘Random acts of senseless violence’ and ‘The Greatest Living Englishman’ their power. Bravery through vulnerability.

No song from Manafon better encapsulates the “Less is more” mentality better than ‘125 Spheres’, though: clocking in at a mere 29 seconds and with lyrics consisting of only 20 words, it’s an exercise in brevity that nonetheless packs one hell of a punch, leaving the listener wondering exactly what it was they just listened to. That such a song, as well as Manafon’s much longer tracks, have such an impact on the listener despite their relative lack of instrumentation, is proof that if the foundation of your art is strong enough, it doesn’t need excessive ornamentation.


3. Embrace and explore your spirituality.

David’s syncretistic spiritual beliefs have been an influence on his art since the mid-80s. Though not explicitly religious in a traditional sense, David’s personal search for meaning has most notably led him to the Buddhist and Hindu faiths (particularly Zen Buddhism, and the Vedanta school of thought in Hinduism), with explorations in Shintoism, Sufism, Shamanism, Gnostic Christianity, the Kabbalah, esotericism, and the teachings of George Gurdjieff along the way. These explorations not only speak to David’s intellectual and philosophical curiosity, but are indicative of a receptive mind and spirit unencumbered by solipsism.

Though there was evidence of David’s philosophical inclinations in many of his earlier works, the late 90s and early 00s marked an epoch in his spiritual quest, drawing on his immersion in Vedanta, the teachings of the Hindu mystic Mother Meera, and devotion to his guru, Mata Amritanandamayi (Amma). Numerous songs from 1999’s Dead Bees on a Cake were inspired by this turning point in his life: most obviously ‘Praise (Pratah Smarami)’, sung in Sanskrit by his former guru Shree Maa, as well as ‘Krishna Blue’, ‘I Surrender’ and ‘Thalheim’ (the latter referring to the German village where David received a darshan from Mother Meera in the early 90s). Several additional non-album or live-only tracks also reflect this spiritual milieu, and arguably even more pronouncedly: the hymn-like ‘Bhajan’, written in response to David’s first meeting with Shree Maa; the lyrically self-explanatory ‘Blue Skinned Gods’; and ‘The Song Which Gives the Key to Perfection’, taken from a Hindu text, the Devi Mahatmya, and sung by David himself in its original Sanskrit.

You’d be forgiven for assuming from this significant body of work that David must be a devout and practicing Hindu, but by his own admission his beliefs are more a hybrid of both Hinduism and Buddhism. “I like the clarity of Buddhism and I also like the devotional aspect of Hinduism. And my own practice somehow embraces both of those disciplines,” he explained to a Canadian newspaper in 1999, adding in another interview the next year that his guru, Amma, had taught him that “it is possible to embrace the godless beliefs of Buddhism as well as the world populated by numerous gods.” Such a teaching is immeasurably comforting for those who find that no single school of faith resonates with them wholly. In David’s work, elements of numerous religions and spiritual styles not only coexist, but amalgamate into a fusion of faiths that is uniquely his: a testament to the esemplastic power of David’s creative and perspicacious mind.


4. Know how to pick the right collaborators.

Since the onset of his solo career, David has always had a keen understanding of the type of musician whose talents best compliment his own. Contrary to the public persona of an aloof and introverted lone wolf, David has in fact regularly collaborated with other artists, in addition to employing a large number of collaborators for his own albums. His work with Robert Fripp (The First Day, and live album Damage) and Holger Czukay (Plight & Premonition and Flux + Mutability) are two drastically different – but equally brilliant – collaborative efforts that allowed David to experiment with and showcase his aptitude for prog-rock and ambient styles, respectively. Personality and an emotional connection are clearly important factors too, especially when it comes to repeated collaborations. Life-long friend Ryuichi Sakamoto, whom David has regularly worked with from the early 80s right up until just last year, is an obvious example.

When it comes to the personnel David recruits for his own albums, one gets the impression that part of the secret to their successful work together lies in David’s trust in and respect for those he works with. While he remains a sagacious overseer, he gives his collaborators the opportunity to put their own unique spin on the material, and this open-mindedness not only gives strength to the artists’ personal connections, but stimulates the creativity of all involved.

David Sylvian and Robert Fripp. 


5. Embrace life wholly – the good and the bad.

“I’m not a negative person; I’m a very optimistic person. I highlighted the darker side of life in my work because I think that’s the way to get people to reflect on the lighter side.”

– David Sylvian

For me personally, one of the most inspiring things about David is his insightfulness, and his ability to reconcile both the positive and negative aspects of life. He’s not naive, or oblivious to life’s struggles, but nor is he completely nihilistic. For many years, a recurring theme in David’s personal philosophy has been to embrace all experiences wholly and indiscriminately: acceptance of whatever life brings, even if what it brings is unpleasant. “The greatest kind of happiness is a kind of peace with yourself, coming to terms with yourself whatever the condition is,” David once said in a magazine interview. “Not a neutral calm, or a mindless calm, no. I think that true peace can only come through understanding.” It’s a philosophy that sounds reasonable and “simple” enough on the surface, but that necessitates tremendous mental and emotional strength to genuinely uphold. No doubt this belief has been enforced by David’s spiritual explorations, but the concept itself is secular, and we could all benefit from embracing it.

From Time Spent, a short film made in the late 90s with his then-wife Ingrid Chavez, comes what is perhaps the most astute and inspiring explanation of David’s philosophy:

“I view the experiences I encounter in life as opportunities from which to learn and to grow. There is a view, which is not easily grasped on a moment to moment basis, that whatever you are doing, whatever your predicament, however much you are suffering, it is all entirely perfect: it is as it should be. Obviously this is hard to acknowledge, particularly at certain periods in life. But just the remembrance of this fact could be immeasurably invigorating and allow for perspective to be glimpsed or perceived, which might not otherwise have been possible, so immersed in our personal experiences as we tend to be. I take this notion to mean we are given the lessons most pertinent to our growth: we are not given more than we can handle, and that if we recognise this fact in the midst of the experience, we can learn from the most difficult of our circumstances and move on.”


6. Never compromise your integrity.

“I’m stubborn, idealistic, uncompromising. There’s an underlying aesthetic at work that’s been my guiding principle for many a decade but it evolves, matures, it becomes more refined as time goes by.”

– David Sylvian

Since as far back as the early 80s, as frontman of Japan, David has stringently upheld the moral values governing his art. Like any artist, reaching an audience has always been important, but commercial success, especially at the cost of his integrity, has not: his creative goals have never been fame, money, or elevation of the ego. Self-expression, above all else, has been David’s raison d’être from the onset of his career, even if it means limiting his audience or his commercial viability. To David, success attained by compromising one’s value’s is not success worth having.

Such integrity is also evident in David’s personal conduct towards others, and dates back to the very first hours of his musical career, at the tender age of seventeen. After impressing Japan’s soon-to-be manager Simon Napier-Bell so much with his audition that Napier-Bell offered to sign him on the spot, David agreed only on the condition that his bandmates be included as well, despite Napier-Bell wanting to sign him as a solo artist. What degree of moral fortitude must one possess to take such a bold risk, out of loyalty to one’s friends? Mick [Karn], Steve [Jansen], Richard [Barbieri] and Rob [Dean] must undoubtedly have been grateful for this audacious move, though unfortunately less so when it came to reforming Japan in 1990 under the name Rain Tree Crow: a further testament to David’s integrity in the artistic sense, in not wishing for the new material to ride on Japan’s quondam success.

There’s always been an element of sacrifice in David’s desire to stick to his principles. Arguably, Rain Tree Crow would have been more successful both commercially and financially – and the project may even have continued – if David had been as willing to recant, at the last minute, their earlier agreement to disown the name “Japan” as his bandmates were. However, such acquiescence would have been in direct conflict with not only David’s overarching moral code, but the sentiment behind the project’s very existence.

It would be easy to get sidetracked by the thought of what opportunities and successes such highly upheld principles may have quashed, but to the man possessing them, such sacrifices are worthwhile. David’s integrity may have prevented him from achieving as much mainstream success as his work deserves, but it’s also the reason why he’s one of the most admirable musicians of the past forty years.


7. Pay attention to the aesthetic of the art, not the self.

While Japan was a visually striking group and much attention in particular was paid to David’s sartorial style and personal appearance, by the band’s final days David was becoming increasingly disillusioned with his own aesthetic. The visage that had initially been an escape from his dreary working class roots now needed to be escaped from, especially as the motivations for his art became clearer to himself. Being questioned about his make-up routine for teen magazines bordered on insult, and being lauded by the British tabloids as “The Most Beautiful Man in the World” was not conducive to being taken seriously as a musician and songwriter.

So, the work of art became the artist himself: the energy once channeled into his personal style was redirected towards his photography, and just as importantly, into the visual presentation of  his records and books.

David has not appeared on the cover of one of his own studio albums since his 1984 debut, Brilliant Trees, instead working with a range of talented visual artists whose work clearly resonates with David on an emotional level. There’s always something incredibly striking about the artwork David chooses to accompany his music, and it is often imbued with an ethereal quality, whether in the abstract paintings and drawings of Russell Mills (Gone to Earth) and Shinya Fujiwara (Dead Bees on a Cake), or the delicate, somewhat heartrending illustrations of Atsushi Fukui (Blemish) and George Bolster (Died in the Wool). Though the artworks themselves are obtained from or commissioned by third parties, David still always remains in control of the overall aesthetic, acting as his own art director.

David’s interest in the visual aspect of his work is most evident in his book of writings, Hypergraphia. Working with friend and designer Chris Bigg, the lavishly illustrated 600+ page volume is an amalgam of a poetry book and a coffee table art tome. David’s own image is used very sparingly, with the bulk of the imagery being a combination of his photography and curated artworks from others. The result is a stunning collectible that perfectly compliments the beauty of David’s music and lyrics, and proof that a striking aesthetic can enhance a work without overpowering it.


Hypergraphia.


8. Value your own privacy.

David has always been an intensely private person. While one could easily theorise that his desire for privacy reflects of fear of vulnerability, it’s also entirely probable that David’s tight leash on his personal life is a means of ensuring that his creative work speaks for itself, without unnecessary added context. What David does share of his private life in interviews is often shared for the purpose of clarifying his art, or to express ideas that his work already does, in more detail. His respect for the privacy of others as well takes salacious gossip off the table, and a lack of ego negates the need to broadcast irrelevant details of his life for the sake of public interest or for attention. Such restraint is an increasing rarity in our current Age of Oversharing, and for that reason, David’s eschewing of such indulgences is all the more admirable.


9. Live in the present.

“I don’t have any personal desire or need to look back. I carry within me what I need to move forward.”

– David Sylvian

Far from the nostalgia he professed to be drowning in on 1984’s Brilliant Trees, David’s personal philosophy has long been to embrace the present, rather than either the future or the past. Recent interviews paint a portrait of a man becoming increasingly more self-assured and accepting of his circumstances, even if still not entirely comfortable in his own skin. “I didn’t feel at ease when young, but then I don’t feel at ease now for entirely different reasons. I am surer of myself. I know what I’ve got to offer,” David professed in a 2010 Q&A. It’s an uneasy form of acceptance, one that almost hints at resignation, but that nonetheless can also be seen as empowering. Focusing all of one’s energy on the present is a means of taking control, as the present is the only temporal mode which one can control: the past can’t be controlled because it’s already happened, and the future can’t be controlled because it’s not yet arrived.

It’s important to note that David’s rejection of both the past and future in this sense is not a reflection of a negative attitude towards either, but born of a desire to make the most of the present, untainted by either regret or expectation. David talks of living without hope, but more importantly, without a loss of love for life. That’s a great starting place it seems to me, too.


10. Stay humble.

If David Sylvian were conceited, it’s fair to say he’d have a lot of reasons to be. Fortunately though, that’s far from the case: David’s humility is in fact one of his most defining traits, as well as one of his most endearing. It’s born of a combination of quiet self-assurance and a genuine lack of ego, and manifests itself in both his personal demeanour and his approach to marketing his work. Attention-seeking is a foreign concept. David is well aware that his work speaks for itself: we can easily recognise its brilliance without him having to point it out.

To further attempt to elaborate on the origins of David’s humility would be fruitless: it simply is. It’s an ingrained aspect of his personality, even if he does also take conscious measures to remain grounded.

David Sylvian really is one of the few truly enlightened artists of our time: a man of tremendous integrity, humility, bravery and insight. Here’s to him, on his 60th birthday – and may there be many more to come.

Posted in Music
Tagged: david sylvian, inspiring people

The dream of the child inside the child

February 22, 2018

If you asked me to explain what Philippe Garrel’s Le Révélateur is about, I probably couldn’t tell you. It’s not so much a film with a clear narrative as it is a dynamic, surrealist art piece: an assemblage of fragmented, oneiric images.

The complete absence of sound and dialogue (this is an entirely silent film), and its minimalist, three person cast, evokes the feeling of Le Révélateur having been filmed in a vacuum. There is a profound sense of isolation between the characters, and in particular between the parents and the child, who for many scenes is ignored almost completely by the former. Yet, tellingly, it is most often through the child’s eyes that the scenes are shown.

While the parents are often shown in emotional states ranging from indifference to near-catatonia, the child – the titular révélateur – conveys an array of emotions: playfulness, curiosity, distress. The child is an observer, but not an apathetic observer.

Interactions between the parents are often hostile; frequently aggressive. During one memorable scene, the child watches an argument between the parents unfold on a theatre stage, culminating in the father shaking and hitting the mother, and in the midst of the violence, pointing insistently at the child. Yet the parents’ interactions are also not without tenderness: one of the few scenes in which the child is not present depicts the parents walking wearily down a deserted road, shivering and barely able to stand. When the mother is unable to go on any further and collapses, the father picks her up and carries her until they inexplicably reach a small blanket and pillow laid out on the empty road. Numerous other more affectionate moments between the pair would suggest that the violence the child bore witness to was metaphorical rather than literally indicative of an abusive relationship.

There’s a recurring theme of aimless, repetitive motion throughout the film. The parents walk along empty roads with no destination in sight, chase after the child in an unseen moving vehicle but never catch up, and attempt to bend a length of wire with no success. The whole family runs frantically through tall grass, pursued by an imagined enemy, and pounds on a door that nobody comes to open. These Sisyphean charades are haunting and discomforting viewing, evoking the sensation of struggling to awake from a lucid dream.

In terms of cinematography, Le Révélateur is a visually arresting affair, shot in high contrast black and white. Its stark and austere milieu is the very reason why it’s also hauntingly beautiful. Garrel was only twenty years old when he made Le Révélateur, but it’s clear that he already possessed a keen understanding of film as an aesthetic medium, seeing it not merely as a narrative device, but as a vehicle to express and to experiment with emotive, abstract imagery. If traditional cinema is akin to a novel, then Le Révélateur is pure poetry.

Le Révélateur is the sort of film that makes a lasting imprint on one’s mind, and as such it’s unsurprisingly considered something of an underground masterpiece by avant-garde cinephiles. If you can track it down, this hypnotic, unsettling, fever-dream committed to celluloid is well worth 67 minutes of your time.

Posted in Film
Tagged: films, French cinema, philippe garrel

The unholy ruins of Binyan Clal

February 20, 2018

If you thought Ramot Polin would have been the dystopian highlight of my trip to Jerusalem, that’s  just because I hadn’t mentioned the Clal Centre yet.

What is it that attracts us to unsettling environments, and in particular, architectural dereliction? Joann Greco, writing about The Psychology Ruin Porn, cites the implied romance, nostalgia, wistfulness, and the provocative nature of abandoned places, as well as themes of time, nature, mortality, and disinvestment. I’d concur that most of that holds true for the Clal Center’s eerie appeal. The only difference is: the Clal Centre isn’t actually abandoned.

Built in the 1970s, the Clal Centre, also known as Binyan Clal (בנין כלל), was Jerusalem’s first major indoor shopping mall, and for the next decade or so was occupied by a large number of privately owned shops and offices, including those associated with government agencies. By the 1990s though, many of the centre’s occupants had moved or gone out of business, largely due to the relocation of government offices to the nearby Givat Ram neighbourhood, and shoppers’ preference for the admittedly much brighter and less intimidating-looking Malha Mall.

The Clal Centre’s reputation for being a suicide hotspot (so much so that safety nets had to be installed around the building’s exteriors, due to the number of people leaping to their deaths from the upper levels) didn’t help either, nor did circulating rumours that a criminal gang had murdered one of their rivals and covertly buried the body in the building’s concrete foundations. Some believe the Clal Centre to actually be haunted.

Stepping inside, it’s not difficult to understand why.




The rationale for the Clal Centre’s unique brand of eeriness lies in its straddling the boundary between the benign and the ominous. It’s not abandoned, but neither could it be said that it’s really operational, at least not in the traditional sense. The Clal Centre is in a coma. The small handful of shops that remain seem run-down, and a number of them happen to be sex shops, adding an edge of seediness to the centre’s already grim and creepy atmosphere. The ruins of shops that were abandoned without actually being cleaned out beforehand scatter about the periphery of the building’s otherwise cavernous hallways. A broken photocopier covered in tumbling piles of books and manuals collects dust outside of what presumably was once an office; nearby lies a pile of debris including more broken machinery, tangled wires and a ripped down Venetian blind. Around the corner, a male mannequin stands alone in an otherwise empty corridor full of closed shops, wearing a t-shirt but no trousers. The escalators are no longer operational, and although I’m not sure about the status of the elevators, I wouldn’t take my chances even if they were. Oddly, there’s virtually no graffiti inside. But it sure is grimy.

My friend and I encounter roughly ten people throughout the whole building in the hour that we were there, and this is at lunch time on a Tuesday. It all starts to feel quite apocalyptic.





What could be done with the Clal Centre now? The Muslala Arts Collective has some ideas. The group has taken to renovating the building’s top floor and rooftop as a communal green space with an organic urban farm and organic beehives, a dance and yoga space, café, and reading corner. A playground is also in the works. It’s a noble endeavour – but only time will tell if it’s enough to save the Clal Centre.

Posted in Architecture, Travel
Tagged: architecture, Israel, Jerusalem, photography

Secrets of an architectural Beehive

February 18, 2018

Whenever I travel, exploring a city’s architecture is always a top priority. I love modernism. I love inventiveness. In a nutshell: the weirder and more creative a structure is, the more likely I am to be fascinated by it.

The first half of my (far, far, far too short) trip to Israel last November had been spent in Tel Aviv, The White City, where I’d been mesmerised by a multitude of sleek Bauhaus-style buildings, shielded my eyes from the coruscant gleam of the Azrieli Towers in the midday sun, and stood in awe beneath the arches of the brutalist Great Synagogue on Allenby Street. Even the eerie, derelict central bus station seemed to have a certain charm about it.

In Jerusalem, I was a Proper Tourist, and spent a good portion of my time in the Old City with my best friend, a native Jerusalemite who kindly indulged my wide-eyed curiosity. We took the tour at the Tower of David, returned in the evening for the light show, and wandered through the markets, shopping for the perfect Hamsa to take back home. I went to the Western Wall, pressed a note into the cracks and cried, despite not being a religious person. I ate too much Halva, and have the cavities to prove it. Compared to Tel Aviv, Jerusalem seemed a city seeped in history and culture, rather than a modern architecture enthusiast’s playground.

But then I remembered Ramot Polin, a bizarre-looking housing project designed by Israeli architect Zvi Hecker in the aftermath of the Six Day War. And so we hailed a taxi, my friend explaining to the bewildered cabbie, in Hebrew, where it was we wanted to go. I held up my camera for him to see in the rearview mirror, in an attempt at a mute explanation why.

Ramot Polin was not as close to the Old City or downtown Jerusalem as I’d thought. It was one hell of a taxi fare away, isolated, at the top of a hill in East Jerusalem. But the moment I stepped out on to the street at the outskirts of the complex, it was clear the trouble had been worth it: Ramot Polin is truly one of the most uniquely bizarre feats of architecture I’ve personally encountered.

It’s hard to fully grasp the enormity of Ramot Polin from any of the entrances to the complex. The large clusters of prefabricated dodecahedrons (720 dwellings in total) lend to the appearance of a beehive built for humans. Each identical cluster of apartments is connected by equally identical paths, and wandering between them begins to feel a bit discombobulating after a while. It’s labyrinthine in the way that evokes a disconcerting lucid dream. But, I’ll be damned if the place doesn’t look really freakin’ cool.



The vast majority of Ramot Polin’s occupants are Haredi Jews, mostly families. We encountered a handful of children playing quietly in the maze-like areas between clusters of apartments, but none seemed too disturbed by our presence. One can only wonder what it must be like to live in such a complex, with its eerie silence and foreboding structures, and its isolated locale.

‘I’ve got a great idea for a dystopian novel, inspired by this place,’ I told my friend as we walked to the nearby bus stop, unprepared to pay that extortionate taxi fare again. ‘I’m going to name it after one of my favourite David Sylvian albums.’ She just laughed, knowing I’d never get around to it. Fair enough.

Posted in Architecture, Travel
Tagged: architecture, Israel, Jerusalem, photography