10th anniversary remix of the Battle at Le Port. Lt Maximilian Qubit, back in 2006 platoon leader in the Le Port battle, is still haunted by the memories. Every night the battle is relived. After the battle he wrote the following poem.
Some will say a battle, is
Good against the bad
But, all I saw were soldiers, equal
Most of them now dead
~ Lt Maximilian Qubit
I was 10 years old. An avid Feyenoord fan. So I hated Ajax. And I hated Cruijff for being the genius within and behind that golden Ajax team. Cruijff. A genius. I watched the sunday sports program on TV. January 2nd, 1972. Ajax played the away match against ADO. Ajax was 1 – 0 behind. Then Cruijff received a long pass from defender Krol. Cruijff one-touched the ball, in one flow ran after it and with a second touch curved it over keeper Ton Thie. I was disgusted. Bloody Ajax and bloody Cruijff did it again. Cruijff was a genius. I could see that. But he played for the wrong team.
It took a long, long time … But finally my hatred melted away.
Cruijff, in his last season as professional soccer player played for Feyenoord. To make some point. Maybe he did make a point to me. Where I saw 2 teams, Cruijff only saw 1 game. The great game of soccer. Cruijff showed that soccer is what matters, not which side you are on. Cruijff choose the other team, the sworn enemy. He played for Feyenoord, and made them champion that season. It was utter brilliance. I cheered for Feyenoord. But Cruijff had showed me soccer.
My hatred was gone. And I started to love the genius Cruijff.
I was 13 years old and up to that age had never much cared for pop music. This because of the classical music my mother adored. In our house there was no rock, no jazz, no blues, not even the simple Top 40 songs which hit the radio. Nope, it was all classical music. You could argue I had missed a lot of 60’s music fun, but on the other hand, I was still young enough to catch up. Anyway when I went to college in 1973 we got music lessons. 1 hour per week. And there was this teacher and he wanted to explain classical music. No explanation was needed for me of course, but the other children might have never heard classical music before. So, the teacher made a connection. A connection between pop music and classical music. He came up with … Pictures at an Exhibition.
Pictures at an Exhibition, he explained, was a classical piece of music for piano by the russian composer Mussorgsky. Later it was adapted for orchestra by the french composer Ravel. And then, in 1970, there came Emerson, Lake and Palmer. And they took this classical piece to Rock.
The teacher played the Pictures album of ELP, and I was blown away. I was awed. It was a turning point in my love for music. I had broken out of the classical realm and finally entered modern music. Rock. I bought all existing albums of ELP. And from ELP, I ventured further. Everything progressive rock. And soon after I went for the synthesizer. Keith Emerson, after all, was one of the very first musicians to use a synth. The monster Moog Modular. As the synthesizer became main stream in the eighties, I looked for other musical areas. I went into jazz. And later into modern rock, went back to psychedelic rock and blues rock. In the end I ventured into all sorts of music. But the basis of it all was Keith. Keith had opened the door of my classical music prison. He had the key. And the key was ‘Pictures at an Exhibition’.
Out … of … this … world. This track has a personal meaning to me. In 1989 I had a physical breakdown (due to doing a bit too much in too little time:), Pfeiffer syndrome with complications. Anyway, at the height of that crises I was lying in bed for dead … the TV was on, and with half an eye open I vaguely saw THIS clip. At the time it was aired multiple times. And it is the only thing I remember. I was very ill … and this clip was playing. A hallucinating experience.
This track is part of my Music One playlist
Earlier this year I visited New York with my wife and kids. Coming from Europe, via Iceland, we passed Greenland and Newfoundland. Flying high in the sky I was wondering who could live there. On the way to New York it was daytime. I shot the photo below. Several days later on the way back, it was night time. With a clear sky I was looking at the small lights down below, indicating human activity. What would be the last light, the last ‘sign’ of humans I could see? The more the plane went north the less lights I saw. Then there was blackness … with one exception … I did see one light in that blackness. Where was that? Somewhere over Newfoundland surely. I decided to look it up as soon as I was back home. And arriving back home, I googled and came to the conclusion that that spot of light must have been ‘Goose Bay’ (Newfoundland). Appearently a Canadian Air Force base.
Ok, a military base, but could there be other humans living out there. I imagined there were, and during my google searches I did hit upon one such person who had been there, and died there. His name was Leonidas Hubbard. A simple but wonderfull site about that person and his adventures was created by Philip Schubert called The Hubbart Rock and I had a great time reading his stuff about ‘Hubbart’.
A wonderfull internet ‘encounter’ with Philip Schubart. I did thank him by email, and he replied within an hour. The wonders of internet.
On Sat 05/05/12 4:56 PM, firstname.lastname@example.org sent:
Last week I visited New York. Coming from The Netherlands via Iceland by plane, we flew over New Foundland. Viewing from above I wondered who ever could live there. So I googled and found your picture of Hubbard’s Rock, which in turn lead me to your website describing the 1903 tragedy and your trips. Just saying I had a pleasant 30 minute read of your website/photo’s. Well done!
PS: I’m not into hiking in any way, but am awed by ppl like you who undertake such missions.
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Subject: Re: The Hubbard Rock
From: Philip Schubert
It is always a pleasant surprise to hear from people like yourself!
Labrador and the extension into Northern Quebec, happily, remain pristine and beautiful due to the forbidding topography, the harsh winter climate, the blackflies in the summer and finally, by being far enough away from major population centres so that it is too expensive to bring most of their hydroelectric potential out by transmission lines.
Thus, travelling through this area is like going back in time. It is a lot less dangerous now thanks to satellite phones, GPS’s and float planes.