Jorg Burger's(1… Read Full Bio ↴There are two artists using the name: The Modernist:
Jorg Burger's(1) electronic solo project as well as Nathaniel Spadafora's(2) solo folk project.
(1) Under a multitude of monikers including Burger Industries, Triola, the Bionaut and the Modernist, Jorg Burger has established himself as one of the figureheads of Cologne's influential minimalist techno scene. Although his Modernist alter ego suggests a fascination with the present and the contemporary, Burger has (perhaps surprisingly) cited a love for the classic indie pop of 80s UK illuminati such as Aztec Camera, Orange Juice, Scritti Politti and the Smiths alongside his more expected techno-love. More unexpectedly still, on 2003's Kangmei Burger included a track named after the late T. Rex percussionist, "Mickey Finn".
Having seemingly reached the same conclusion as peer and colleague Michael Mayer in his assertion that "Everything has been said as far as minimal techno goes . . ."
(as early as 1992, he stated his intent as to make acid house with the spirit of pop), the Modernist's melodic minimalism is steeped with perfectly poised guitar harmonics and meticulously placed vocals. Despite this fondness for "classic pop", Burger describes 1988 the year acid house overtook the dance-floors of Europe, as his year zero. 2 years later he had released his first tracks via Thomas Fehlmann's Teutonic Beats compilation. One year beyond this, he founded the Trance Atlantic and Monochrome labels, releasing tracks by permutations of himself and his friend & partner Wolfgang Voigt aka Mike Ink. Immersed in this electronic music culture, Burger founded the Cologne department of the Delirium record store (which was to subsequently mutate into Kompakt) and the Eat Raw label, ran a magazine, House Attack, and established a graphics and artwork agency called Granit.
In ´95 he took part in the relaunch of the Harvest Label on EMI Germany, where he released the highly acclaimed the Bionaut album Lush Life Electronica.
The peak of the label was reached in ´97, when Burger started his new project The Modernist with the album Opportunity Knox.
2 years & several releases later, Burger left Harvest to start his own label with Sony music. Burger was to subsequently birth the Popular Organization, the umbrella organization for the Popular Sound, Popular Music and Popular Tools imprints, the latter of which released his The Modernist Explosion 1999.
The album was licensed & re-released in an expanded version by Matador Records, US under the modified title Explosion 2000.
The ensuing Kangmei from 2003 included a track entitled "Protest Song" and Burger was seemingly making a protest/political assertion in giving his release a title that translated as "resist America". In fact it was a further variation on the everlasting ambiguity of his relation to America as an artist.
2004 saw his return to his former friends & partners from Kompakt, where he released the listening album "riola im Fünftonraum, a state-of-the-art update of his musical concepts as the Bionaut through the 90s.
In early 2006 the Kompakt studios were built & Burger´s now working alongside Reinhard & Wolfgang Voigt, Jürgen Paape, Michael Mayer & Superpitcher.
So it seems like the family´s back together again & we can all expect some exciting new collaborations & music in the near future.
His latest album release is a mix & mash up-cd for Stefan Struever´s new label faith recordings, called: collectors series pt.1 -The Modernist, released in august 2006.
Beyond his Modernist alter ego, Burger has recorded as Triola, Geometric Farms, Autobianchi, Science Wonder, Biosphere 1, B. Movement,the Bionaut, Structure (with Jammin' Unit and Dr Walker), Trinkwasser (with Lothar Hempel), Burger/Ink (with Mike Ink), and PopUp (with Antonelli Electr). He has also accepted many remix commissions created under his different monikers. Whichever of this array of names Burger adopts, he is one of the most intriguing creators of Cologne techno.
(2) Nathaniel Spadafora initially started his solo folk project "The Modernist" in 2009. His work often focuses on simple acoustic melodies and thin, almost Elliott Smith-like, vocals. Little material has been published but a demo can be expected for mid-2010.
Die fette Gazelle and the Hidden Sixpack
The Modernist Lyrics
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While everyone is minus, you could call me multiply
Just so you know, yes, yes, I'm that guy
You could get five fingers and I'm not waving "hi"
Guess I'm never-ending, you could call me pi
But really, how long till the world realize
Yes, yes I'm the best, fuck what you heard
Anything less is obviously absurd
Haters get the bird, more like an eagle
This is my movie, stay tuned for the sequel
Seems so wrong, seems so illegal
Fellas in the back like a foul-ball free-throw
Yep, yep, you know that I go
This is me on the regular, so you know
This is me on the regular, so you know
I come with the tip, with the blow, with the boom
And if you're in my way, there's nothing but doom
Ain't got no time for you ratchet-ass goons
And just settle down, listen to my tunes
Ever since I was eight I was attached to the mic
Wanted a guitar before I wanted a bike
Had an Epiphone, fuck a Fisher-Price
Never see the sun cause I'm up all night (What)
Really, really? Really, really?
You want to talk shit but you know that I am illy?
Illy to the fullest, you can call me cancer
No multiple choice, cause I'm the only answer
Ain't got no wallet, only use rubber bands
You know my chick is ratchet cause that's what make her dance
You wanna get at me, but you don't stand a chance
And if you wanna fuck, yes you can
Five-foot-ten, about a buck twenty
Skinny as a rod but still won't fuck with me
Wise ass nigga, you'd think I was 50
But I take your 50 after you take this spliff, see?
Don't try me, I'm not a free sample
Step to me and you will be handled
See, that's my crown on the mantle
And if you try to touch it, yes, there will be scandal
This is the end, but you really feeling it
Here's one more verse, cause I ain't no stingy bitch
Ain't got much to say cause it's in my piece
Guess my words are blunt and I ain't talking weed
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4 months
You know my chick is ratchet, 'cause that's what make her dance*
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And if you wanna fuck, yes, you can get these hands*
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David belden 10d
Instead of stingy bitch i think its sleepy bitch
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Merp 9d
Its not stingy its sleepy lol
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The lyrics to "Die fette Gazelle and the Hidden Sixpack" by The Modernist convey a sense of confidence and self-assurance. The song opens with the lines "Hi, hi, howdy, howdy, hi, hi! While everyone is minus, you could call me multiply." Here, the singer presents themselves as someone who stands out from the crowd and is not afraid to be different. They claim to be the best and dismiss anything less as absurd, indicating a strong belief in their own abilities.
The lyrics also address haters or critics, telling them to "get the bird" and asserting their dominance. The singer compares themselves to an eagle, a majestic and powerful creature, further reinforcing their confidence and superiority. They portray themselves as the star of their own movie and tease a potential sequel, symbolizing their ongoing success and growth.
The lyrics also touch upon the singer's passion for music, describing how they have been attached to the mic since a young age and prioritized it over other things like a bike. They emphasize their dedication to their craft and their relentless pursuit of success. The lyrics end with a blunt and confident statement, stating that their words are straightforward and not meant to be interpreted as anything else.
Overall, the lyrics of "Die fette Gazelle and the Hidden Sixpack" showcase a sense of self-assurance, confidence, and defiance against detractors. The singer presents themselves as an unstoppable force in their field, unapologetically pursuing their dreams and refusing to let others bring them down.
Line by Line Meaning
Hi, hi, howdy, howdy, hi, hi!
Greetings, greetings, salutations, salutations, greetings, greetings!
While everyone is minus, you could call me multiply
While everyone is subtracting, I am constantly multiplying
Just so you know, yes, yes, I'm that guy
I want to make it clear, yes, yes, I am that individual
You could get five fingers and I'm not waving 'hi'
You have the ability to count five fingers, and I am not using them to greet you
Guess I'm never-ending, you could call me pi
It could be said that I am never-ending, like the mathematical constant pi
But really, how long till the world realize
However, one must wonder how much time it will take for the world to truly understand
Yes, yes I'm the best, fuck what you heard
Indeed, indeed I am the finest, disregard any rumors you have heard
Anything less is obviously absurd
Anything that falls short is clearly ludicrous
Haters get the bird, more like an eagle
Detractors are dismissed with a simple gesture, more precisely, like an eagle
This is my movie, stay tuned for the sequel
This is my personal production, stay attentive for the continuation
Seems so wrong, seems so illegal
It gives the impression of being incorrect, appearing to be against the law
Fellas in the back like a foul-ball free-throw
Imaginary men positioned behind, akin to an improperly executed basketball shot
Yep, yep, you know that I go
Affirmative, affirmative, you are aware that I excel
This is me on the regular, so you know
This is my usual self, as you are aware
I come with the tip, with the blow, with the boom
I arrive with the guidance, with the impact, with the explosion
And if you're in my way, there's nothing but doom
If you happen to obstruct my path, nothing awaits but disaster
Ain't got no time for you ratchet-ass goons
I do not have any spare time for your low-quality fools
And just settle down, listen to my tunes
Simply calm yourself, and pay attention to my musical compositions
Ever since I was eight I was attached to the mic
Starting from the age of eight, I formed an attachment to the microphone
Wanted a guitar before I wanted a bike
The desire for a guitar emerged prior to the desire for a bicycle
Had an Epiphone, fuck a Fisher-Price
I possessed an Epiphone guitar, disregarding a Fisher-Price toy
Never see the sun cause I'm up all night (What)
I seldom witness sunlight due to staying awake through the night (What)
Really, really? Really, really?
Is that truly, truly? Is that genuinely, genuinely?
You want to talk shit but you know that I am illy?
You wish to engage in derogatory speech, but deep down you are aware of my superiority?
Illy to the fullest, you can call me cancer
Excelling to the maximum extent, you may refer to me as cancer
No multiple choice, cause I'm the only answer
There is no need for various options, for I am the sole solution
Ain't got no wallet, only use rubber bands
I do not possess a traditional wallet, instead relying on rubber bands
You know my chick is ratchet 'cause that's what make her dance
You are aware that my female companion displays a provocative and low-class demeanor, as it compels her to dance
You wanna get at me, but you don't stand a chance
You desire to confront me, yet you do not have any possibility of success
And if you wanna fuck, yes you can
Furthermore, if you desire to engage in a sexual encounter, indeed you have permission
Five-foot-ten, about a buck twenty
Height measuring five feet and ten inches, weighing approximately one hundred twenty pounds
Skinny as a rod but still won't fuck with me
Although slender like a rod, individuals dare not provoke me
Wise ass nigga, you'd think I was 50
Intelligent individual, one might assume I am fifty years old
But I take your 50 after you take this spliff, see?
However, I will relieve you of your fifty dollars after you accept this rolled marijuana cigarette, do you comprehend?
Don't try me, I'm not a free sample
Do not attempt to test me, for I am not a complimentary trial product
Step to me and you will be handled
Approach me in a confrontational manner, and you will be dealt with accordingly
See, that's my crown on the mantle
Observe, that symbolic headpiece belongs to me, displayed on the shelf
And if you try to touch it, yes, there will be scandal
And if you were to make an attempt to touch it, indeed it would result in a public outrage
This is the end, but you really feeling it
This marks the conclusion, but it appears that you are genuinely enjoying it
Here's one more verse, 'cause I ain't no stingy bitch
Allow me to present an additional verse, because I am not a miserly female
Ain't got much to say 'cause it's in my piece
I do not have a substantial amount of information to share, as it is contained within my artistic creation
Guess my words are blunt and I ain't talking weed
Presumably, my expressions are direct and straightforward, although not referring to marijuana
Writer(s): Joerg Burger
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