LUM is above all a spiritual encounter, a ritual séance for the acquisition of one’s essence, a ceremony. In a way, it’s also a therapy alleviating personal sorrows and, well, by extension, mitigating the civilizational predicaments. To a certain degree, it’s a course in tribal culturology. Fundamentally, it is LUM’s dream. LUM actually lived those spiritualities. More specifically, Sebastian Gandine has been for years observing how music is integrated into native cultures, identifying its social functions, acquainting himself with its principles, learning instruments, recording sounds, participating in various rites — in the range from passage to burial — and reinterpreting his multiple findings in the paradigm of digital technologies.
There is much more to it what makes LUM an act so extraordinary and so stupendous. We learn his music originates in his near-death experience dating back to his late adolescence. LUM surprises us by asserting that this experience has been his most astounding, enlightening and liberating trip ever taken, its traumatology notwithstanding. He recalls himself abandoning his body and dissolving into a pure free-flowing consciousness, released from mundane practical concerns, unplugged from the time- space-causality matrix. With the chronometry no longer intrinsically applicable, the ineffable durée could have lasted a nanosecond or millions of years. He remembers the displeasure of recombination and awkwardness of reconnection with his body, his short- circuiting with its basic needs, conditioned reflexes, crude cravings and “robotic” functions. He astonishes us even further by confessing that his strive as a musician is motivated in great measure toward reaching the heights of pleasure he once accidentally reached by falling down and injuring himself. His playlists, too, are compiled of pieces that remind him of his beautiful death-like adventure beyond his subjectivity. Which takes us to the question of Ego — what role it plays in his creativity. Far from an episodic role and it’s negative. This explains why every morning starts for the musician with a meditation, in the course of which Sebastian prepares himself for immersion with the world withdrawing himself in contemplation from his false identity which inevitably builds up in social contexts — in order to preserve his essence; obliterating at the outset a would-be narcissistic search for being loved, validated, appreciated. To expound on it: as a norm, one’s presence on stage in the spotlight evokes all sorts of energies in the crowd — sexual energies, sympathy, adoration, commitment, but also envy, jealousy, resentment, disapproval… It’s vital to abstract oneself from them all, felt favorable or otherwise, so there is nothing in between the musician and his music.