Friday, April 15, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
CAJAS DE RITMOS
1. Roland TR-77
2. Korg Minipops 3 / Univox SR 55
3. Roland CR-78
4. Skyline Combo Organ
5. Korg KR-55
6. MFB 522
7. Maestro Rhythm King
8. Roland TR-606
9. Alesis HR-16
10. Boss DR-55
KOSMIC
Volume 2 in a selection of 1/4" and cassette tapes sourced and transferred by our Head Technician.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Saturday, April 09, 2011
STEICHEN
"Like the series of Steichen’s ‘Flatiron Building’ now in The Metropolitan Museum of Art, only three examples of ‘The Pond—Moonlight’ are known, and as in the ‘Flatiron’ series, each in this trio is different in tone, in atmosphere, and in subtle detail. In addition to the present photograph, there is the print of ‘The Pond’ that Stieglitz gave the Metropolitan in 1933; and the print that Steichen himself gave to The Museum of Modern Art in 1967. Although created from the same negative, the three prints are the results of different photographic processes and are a testament to Steichen’s artistic goals and to his finely honed abilities as a printer. Multiple-process printing, on this large scale, was practiced by no one as it was practiced by Steichen." Sotheby's
Thursday, April 07, 2011
Wednesday, April 06, 2011
Monday, April 04, 2011
Sunday, April 03, 2011
GOLDIE
Goldie y Diane Charlemagne en directo desde Benicassim. Era el año 1998 y Goldie, por diversas cancelaciones de ultima hora, paso de la carpa Galax-Nitsa al escenario principal. No me imagino un cierre mejor. El abono general para los tres días incluía siete días de acampada y costaba 12.800 pesetas.
"Es el marco idóneo para un festival que aspira a congregar a 25.000 espectadores cada año. Ése es el techo al que nos hemos propuesto llegar y que podemos alcanzar sin cambiar nuestra filosofía y planteamientos" David Moran en aquellos días.
+ Goldie Live Benicassim 9 de agosto de 1998
Thursday, March 31, 2011
ANDY BATTAGLIA
Breakfast with Ferran Adria (Wall Street Journal, Mar 2011)
I took the world's most revered and progressive chef, Ferran Adria from elBulli in Spain, to an old workaday diner on the Upper West Side.
G: An Avant-Garde Journal of Art, Architecture, Design, and Film 1923-1926 (The National, Feb 2011) [PDF]
An essay on a fascinating old publication from Berlin concocted by Hans Richter, Mies van der Rohe, Hans Arp, Walter Benjamin, Tristan Tzara, and more.
"Boldly Going Where No Artist Has Gone Before" (Wall Street Journal, Feb 2011)
A profile of artist Michael Benson, who makes beautiful photographs of planets and such from data sent back from space.
Destroyer's Dan Bejar, songwriter nonpareil (The National, Jan 2011) [PDF]
An essay on the best lyricist currently at work, in response to Destroyer's superb album Kaputt.
"Aglow With the Fallout Blues" (Wall Street Journal, Jan 2011)
A profile of Lauren Redniss, artist/author of a visually captivating art book about Marie Curie called Radioactive.
"Celebrating the Season in Stereo" (Wall Street Journal, Dec 2010)
The story behind the majestic moving-sculpture/impromptu-parade event in New York known as "Unsilent Night."
Prince in New Jersey (Spin, Dec 2010)
A review of Prince in concert, at the start of a tour dubbed "Welcome 2 America."
"Visiting the Animal Afterlife" (Wall Street Journal, Dec 2010)
A report from the front lines of a strange and surprisingly moving taxidermy contest in Brooklyn.
"Resonant Frequencies" (The National, Dec 2010) [PDF]
An essay on the early days of electronic music in the 1950s/'60s and how they affect how we think about sound, occasioned by a book on the BBC Radiophonic Workshop.
"Across Cultures, Image Is Everything" (Wall Street Journal, Dec 2010)
A visit to the mysterious Archive of Research in Archetypal Symbolism and a survey of its beautiful, beguiling Book of Symbols, published by Taschen.
"27 Winter Albums That Matter Most" (Spin, Dec 2010)
Short teaser previews of forthcoming albums by everyone from Duffy and Daft Punk to Rye Rye and T.I.
"In Brooklyn, a Chili in the Air" (Wall Street Journal, Nov 2010)
A dispatch from the Brooklyn Chili Takedown, a cook-off featuring 28 different chilis and a rich cast of characters.
"Bringing the Sounds of Eritrea to the World" (The National, Oct 2010)
For a newspaper in Abu Dhabi, I crane a curious ear to music from East Africa.
"A Room Where the Earth Stands Still" (Wall Street Journal, Sep 2010)
A visit with the caretaker of "The Earth Room," a curious space full of dirt in SoHo.
Dirt Candy on Iron Chef (Wall Street Journal, Sep 2010)
A story about vegetarian chef Amanda Cohen and her spirited stint on TV.
"25 Fall Albums That Matter Most" (Spin, Aug 2010)
A selection of teasers for the season's musical finest, including everyone from Antony to No Age to Gucci Mane.
"The Passion of Krzysztof Penderecki" (Resident Advisor, Aug 2010)
A talk with the 77-year-old composer about hopes for the avant-garde, using his music in The Shining, and growing trees at home.
"Welcome to the Jungle" - Edgard Varese at Lincoln Center (Artforum, Jul 2010)
A survey of two days spent wondering around Lincoln Center, listening to sirens, and eating olive-oil ice cream.
"Rescuing a Disco Demigod from Oblivion" - Walter Gibbons (Wall Street Journal, Jul 2010)
A piece on the life of a disco legend who pioneered the art of the DJ and the remix.
"In the Mix" - Mutek (Artforum, Jun 2010)
A review of Montreal's Mutek festival of "digital creativity and electronic music."
Kentucky Grilled Chicken (Nation's Restaurant News, May 2010)
A news story, for a special issue about "menu innovation," on KFC's latest non-fried option.
"25 Summer Albums that Matter Most (Spin, May 2010)
I wrote short previews of upcoming albums selected by Spin, including Big Boi, Christina Aguilera, M.I.A., and Arcade Fire.
Kode9, "Memories of the Present Passed..."(Resident Advisor, Apr 2010)
A feature given to thoughts and discussion with Steve Goodman, dubstep DJ and author of the book Sonic Warfare: Sound, Affect, and the Ecology of Fear.
"125 Best Albums of the Past 25 Years"(Spin, Apr 2010)
For its 25th anniversary, Spin picked 125 records and I wrote entries for half, with bits of wisdom and quips from the archives. Mine: from 1985-1994 (though not all from that period).
Until the Light Takes Us interview (A.V. Club, Dec 2009)
An interview with the directors of a documentary film about Norwegian black-metal music, in which talk turns to corpse paint and postmodern history.
Unsound Festival, Poland (A.V. Club, Nov 2009)
Report from an electronic/experimental music festival in Krakow. Acts covered include Sunn O))), Kode9, Grouper, Omar-S, and some cool keytar-playing Jews from France.
Jim O'Rourke interview (A.V. Club, Nov 2009)
A talk with a true musical polymath about Alfred Hitchock’s Stage Fright and gaming himself with solvable problems.
Yoko Ono interview (A.V. Club, Oct 2009)
A resilient artist talks about John playing piano at home and renewing herself at 76.
Future-shock music syllabus (Bookforum, Aug 2009)
I pick eight essential books about future-shock music, with titles by Simon Reynolds, David Toop, Kodwo Eshun, Paul Morley, and more.
Mutek in Montreal (A.V. Club, Jun 2009)
A trip up to Canada for a premiere electronic music & arts festival, with notable balloons and birds.
David Foster Wallace, "Gateway to Geekery" (A.V. Club, May 2009)
I take up the task of coaxing the prospective newbie into the world of DFW, with special attention to A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again and Infinite Jest.
Animal Collective, "The Scientists" (Spin, Jan 2009)
A profile of the band with some thinking over their history, on the occasion of Merriweather Post Pavilion. Highlights include a trip to the Dream House and talk about scuba diving.
Of Montreal, "Welcome to Normal Town" (Spin, Oct 2008)
A profile of the merry pranksters that includes a trip to Athens, Georgia, where we play bad volleyball and move a giant trampoline.
Remembering David Foster Wallace (A.V. Club, Sep 2008)
A tribute obit to a writer who changed the way I read, just a few days after his death.
Melchior Productions, "Let's Go Deep" (Resident Advisor, Aug 2008)
Talk with a magical and meticulous house producer turns toward drum sounds and spirituality in music.
Back to Iceland: the Nattura Environmental Concert (A.V. Club, Jul 2008)
In Iceland, I spy clouds that look like whales and watch Bjork and Sigur Ros play outside -- plus meet the author of Dreamland.
Fine Dining Hall of Fame: Tribeca Grill (Nation's Restaurant News, May 2008)
A history of an iconic downtown New York restaurant, with a guest appearance by Bill Murray.
Food for It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown (A.V. Club, Oct 2007)
Tips for what to set out for snacks during the greatest Halloween special ever. Red Baron pizza! Rocks! And so on.
Panda Bear, "Random Rules" (A.V. Club, Oct 2007)
A member of Animal Collective hits shuffle on his iPod and we talk about Basement Jaxx, Phil Collins, and the shifty art of drumming.
Animal Collective, "Revenge of the Weirdos?" (New York, Aug 2007)
A short profile of the band, after a triumph at South Street Seaport and near the release of Strawberry Jam.
Justice (Spin, Jun 2007)
A short profile of the French house-music duo on their way up.
James Murphy, "Shut Up and Dance" (New York, Mar 2007)
A personal profile of the LCD Soundsystem star, who opens up about cocaine birthday cakes and training to learn Brazilian jujitsu.
David Lynch interview (A.V. Club, Jan 2007)
I have a cup of coffee with David Lynch, talk about movies and transcendental meditation, and leave a little bit wiser.
"Weird Rock: New York's New Avant-Garde" (Slate, Nov 2005)
I write about five strange new bands, and invoke an experimental dancer who "writhes like an arthritic snake."
Brian Wilson interview (A.V. Club, Aug 2005)
The Beach Boys legend talks about doing too many drugs in the '60s and thinking he's not as good as Phil Spector.
Lil Jon, "Hip-Hop's Dirty Martini" (Washington Post, Nov 2004)
I consider the King of Crunk in a paper delivered widely within the Pentagon.
Arthur Russell, "Disco Fever" (Slate, Mar 2004)
A survey of the avant-garde disco genius who made dance beats speak and sang songs to the whitecaps.
The sound of UK garage, "The Biggest Beat of All" (Salon, Jun 2001)
I run through the wondrous, whizzing sound of 2-step garage and scream about how it just might reconcile all that's wrong in the musical world.
Harry Smith, "Uncertain, Unfair and Bloodthirsty" (Salon, Jun 2000)
A back-and-forth dialogue between me and Rennie Sparks about the recently exhumed volume 4 of Harry Smith's fabled Anthology of American Folk Music.
Scanner, "The Sounds of Science" (Salon, Aug 1999)
A profile of an electronic musician who makes music with found radio sounds and ghostly voices mined from the air.
I took the world's most revered and progressive chef, Ferran Adria from elBulli in Spain, to an old workaday diner on the Upper West Side.
G: An Avant-Garde Journal of Art, Architecture, Design, and Film 1923-1926 (The National, Feb 2011) [PDF]
An essay on a fascinating old publication from Berlin concocted by Hans Richter, Mies van der Rohe, Hans Arp, Walter Benjamin, Tristan Tzara, and more.
"Boldly Going Where No Artist Has Gone Before" (Wall Street Journal, Feb 2011)
A profile of artist Michael Benson, who makes beautiful photographs of planets and such from data sent back from space.
Destroyer's Dan Bejar, songwriter nonpareil (The National, Jan 2011) [PDF]
An essay on the best lyricist currently at work, in response to Destroyer's superb album Kaputt.
"Aglow With the Fallout Blues" (Wall Street Journal, Jan 2011)
A profile of Lauren Redniss, artist/author of a visually captivating art book about Marie Curie called Radioactive.
"Celebrating the Season in Stereo" (Wall Street Journal, Dec 2010)
The story behind the majestic moving-sculpture/impromptu-parade event in New York known as "Unsilent Night."
Prince in New Jersey (Spin, Dec 2010)
A review of Prince in concert, at the start of a tour dubbed "Welcome 2 America."
"Visiting the Animal Afterlife" (Wall Street Journal, Dec 2010)
A report from the front lines of a strange and surprisingly moving taxidermy contest in Brooklyn.
"Resonant Frequencies" (The National, Dec 2010) [PDF]
An essay on the early days of electronic music in the 1950s/'60s and how they affect how we think about sound, occasioned by a book on the BBC Radiophonic Workshop.
"Across Cultures, Image Is Everything" (Wall Street Journal, Dec 2010)
A visit to the mysterious Archive of Research in Archetypal Symbolism and a survey of its beautiful, beguiling Book of Symbols, published by Taschen.
"27 Winter Albums That Matter Most" (Spin, Dec 2010)
Short teaser previews of forthcoming albums by everyone from Duffy and Daft Punk to Rye Rye and T.I.
"In Brooklyn, a Chili in the Air" (Wall Street Journal, Nov 2010)
A dispatch from the Brooklyn Chili Takedown, a cook-off featuring 28 different chilis and a rich cast of characters.
"Bringing the Sounds of Eritrea to the World" (The National, Oct 2010)
For a newspaper in Abu Dhabi, I crane a curious ear to music from East Africa.
"A Room Where the Earth Stands Still" (Wall Street Journal, Sep 2010)
A visit with the caretaker of "The Earth Room," a curious space full of dirt in SoHo.
Dirt Candy on Iron Chef (Wall Street Journal, Sep 2010)
A story about vegetarian chef Amanda Cohen and her spirited stint on TV.
"25 Fall Albums That Matter Most" (Spin, Aug 2010)
A selection of teasers for the season's musical finest, including everyone from Antony to No Age to Gucci Mane.
"The Passion of Krzysztof Penderecki" (Resident Advisor, Aug 2010)
A talk with the 77-year-old composer about hopes for the avant-garde, using his music in The Shining, and growing trees at home.
"Welcome to the Jungle" - Edgard Varese at Lincoln Center (Artforum, Jul 2010)
A survey of two days spent wondering around Lincoln Center, listening to sirens, and eating olive-oil ice cream.
"Rescuing a Disco Demigod from Oblivion" - Walter Gibbons (Wall Street Journal, Jul 2010)
A piece on the life of a disco legend who pioneered the art of the DJ and the remix.
"In the Mix" - Mutek (Artforum, Jun 2010)
A review of Montreal's Mutek festival of "digital creativity and electronic music."
Kentucky Grilled Chicken (Nation's Restaurant News, May 2010)
A news story, for a special issue about "menu innovation," on KFC's latest non-fried option.
"25 Summer Albums that Matter Most (Spin, May 2010)
I wrote short previews of upcoming albums selected by Spin, including Big Boi, Christina Aguilera, M.I.A., and Arcade Fire.
Kode9, "Memories of the Present Passed..."(Resident Advisor, Apr 2010)
A feature given to thoughts and discussion with Steve Goodman, dubstep DJ and author of the book Sonic Warfare: Sound, Affect, and the Ecology of Fear.
"125 Best Albums of the Past 25 Years"(Spin, Apr 2010)
For its 25th anniversary, Spin picked 125 records and I wrote entries for half, with bits of wisdom and quips from the archives. Mine: from 1985-1994 (though not all from that period).
Until the Light Takes Us interview (A.V. Club, Dec 2009)
An interview with the directors of a documentary film about Norwegian black-metal music, in which talk turns to corpse paint and postmodern history.
Unsound Festival, Poland (A.V. Club, Nov 2009)
Report from an electronic/experimental music festival in Krakow. Acts covered include Sunn O))), Kode9, Grouper, Omar-S, and some cool keytar-playing Jews from France.
Jim O'Rourke interview (A.V. Club, Nov 2009)
A talk with a true musical polymath about Alfred Hitchock’s Stage Fright and gaming himself with solvable problems.
Yoko Ono interview (A.V. Club, Oct 2009)
A resilient artist talks about John playing piano at home and renewing herself at 76.
Future-shock music syllabus (Bookforum, Aug 2009)
I pick eight essential books about future-shock music, with titles by Simon Reynolds, David Toop, Kodwo Eshun, Paul Morley, and more.
Mutek in Montreal (A.V. Club, Jun 2009)
A trip up to Canada for a premiere electronic music & arts festival, with notable balloons and birds.
David Foster Wallace, "Gateway to Geekery" (A.V. Club, May 2009)
I take up the task of coaxing the prospective newbie into the world of DFW, with special attention to A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again and Infinite Jest.
Animal Collective, "The Scientists" (Spin, Jan 2009)
A profile of the band with some thinking over their history, on the occasion of Merriweather Post Pavilion. Highlights include a trip to the Dream House and talk about scuba diving.
Of Montreal, "Welcome to Normal Town" (Spin, Oct 2008)
A profile of the merry pranksters that includes a trip to Athens, Georgia, where we play bad volleyball and move a giant trampoline.
Remembering David Foster Wallace (A.V. Club, Sep 2008)
A tribute obit to a writer who changed the way I read, just a few days after his death.
Melchior Productions, "Let's Go Deep" (Resident Advisor, Aug 2008)
Talk with a magical and meticulous house producer turns toward drum sounds and spirituality in music.
Back to Iceland: the Nattura Environmental Concert (A.V. Club, Jul 2008)
In Iceland, I spy clouds that look like whales and watch Bjork and Sigur Ros play outside -- plus meet the author of Dreamland.
Fine Dining Hall of Fame: Tribeca Grill (Nation's Restaurant News, May 2008)
A history of an iconic downtown New York restaurant, with a guest appearance by Bill Murray.
Food for It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown (A.V. Club, Oct 2007)
Tips for what to set out for snacks during the greatest Halloween special ever. Red Baron pizza! Rocks! And so on.
Panda Bear, "Random Rules" (A.V. Club, Oct 2007)
A member of Animal Collective hits shuffle on his iPod and we talk about Basement Jaxx, Phil Collins, and the shifty art of drumming.
Animal Collective, "Revenge of the Weirdos?" (New York, Aug 2007)
A short profile of the band, after a triumph at South Street Seaport and near the release of Strawberry Jam.
Justice (Spin, Jun 2007)
A short profile of the French house-music duo on their way up.
James Murphy, "Shut Up and Dance" (New York, Mar 2007)
A personal profile of the LCD Soundsystem star, who opens up about cocaine birthday cakes and training to learn Brazilian jujitsu.
David Lynch interview (A.V. Club, Jan 2007)
I have a cup of coffee with David Lynch, talk about movies and transcendental meditation, and leave a little bit wiser.
"Weird Rock: New York's New Avant-Garde" (Slate, Nov 2005)
I write about five strange new bands, and invoke an experimental dancer who "writhes like an arthritic snake."
Brian Wilson interview (A.V. Club, Aug 2005)
The Beach Boys legend talks about doing too many drugs in the '60s and thinking he's not as good as Phil Spector.
Lil Jon, "Hip-Hop's Dirty Martini" (Washington Post, Nov 2004)
I consider the King of Crunk in a paper delivered widely within the Pentagon.
Arthur Russell, "Disco Fever" (Slate, Mar 2004)
A survey of the avant-garde disco genius who made dance beats speak and sang songs to the whitecaps.
The sound of UK garage, "The Biggest Beat of All" (Salon, Jun 2001)
I run through the wondrous, whizzing sound of 2-step garage and scream about how it just might reconcile all that's wrong in the musical world.
Harry Smith, "Uncertain, Unfair and Bloodthirsty" (Salon, Jun 2000)
A back-and-forth dialogue between me and Rennie Sparks about the recently exhumed volume 4 of Harry Smith's fabled Anthology of American Folk Music.
Scanner, "The Sounds of Science" (Salon, Aug 1999)
A profile of an electronic musician who makes music with found radio sounds and ghostly voices mined from the air.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
KAPUTT
Wasting your days
chasing some girls
alright, chasing cocaine
through the backrooms of the world
all night.
+ Andy Battaglia Death of an indie man
Friday, March 25, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
THE STREETS
A un lado, el barrio suburbial de Courtilles, en la ciudad de Asnières, poblado de edificios de treinta plantas llenos de pisos sociales diminutos y miserables; al otro, el barrio suburbial de Luth, de Gennevilliers, idéntico al otro, con las mismos solares desérticos, los mismos bloques brutales de pisos desguarnecidos. En medio, el Boulevard Intercomunal, una avenida iluminada que separa estas dos ciudades tan parecidas de esta zona del norte de la periferia pobre del norte de París. En la estación de metro de Asnières, un batallón de policías antidisturbios, armados de porras, escudos de metracrilato y hombreras y rodilleras de Tortugas Ninja vigila la salida con una orden clara: detener a todo menor de 18 años que vaya solo por la calle desde las ocho de la noche hasta las seis de la mañana. Esto es un verdadero toque de queda a veinte minutos del Louvre, a un paso de París.
Ha sido establecido, casi a su pesar, por dos alcaldes: uno es el de Asnières, que pertenece al Partido Socialista francés (PS), que se llama Sébastien Pietrasanta y que aseguraba incrédulo hace unos días en Le Parisien: "Nunca pensé que tendría que hacer esto". El otro es el regidor de Gennevilliers, Jacques Bourgoin, del Partido Comunista Francés.
El objetivo de la medida, que durará hasta el 24 de marzo es acabar con una absurda guerra interminable de bandas de adolescentes que ya se ha cobrado varios heridos y la vida de un chico de 15 años que murió apuñalado el sábado 12 de marzo en la puerta del metro. La razón del ataque es simple: Sammy Debby, del barrio de Cortilles, en Asnières, se aventuró fuera de su territorio, cruzó la frontera invisible que separa las dos mitades de la misma pobreza y se aventuró por el barrio de Luth, en Gennevillieres. Hubo venganzas, revenganzas, llamadas inútiles a la paz, llamamientos de los alcaldes, súplicas de las madres...
El centenar de policías antidisturbios se despliega por la noche en los territorios en disputa entre estas bandas, que son capaces matarse por la puerta de entrada del polideportivo, por la esquina que da al MacDonals o la salida del metro. Hace mucho frío. La policía vigila, pide la documentación o espera con cara de aburrimiento. Cualquier menor con un arma será detenido. Cualquier menor, con arma o sin ella, que camine solo será conducido a la comisaría a la espera de que sus padres acudan a recuperarle, tras pagar una multa de 38 euros.
"Este no es un barrio especialmente malo", dice un hombre que pasea un perro enano, al lado de un puesto de pizzas que, aparte de la boca de metro, es lo único medianamente vivo en esta geografía abrupta y desagradable de solares desérticos y edificios altísimos sin nada alrededor. "A veces se queman coches, y eso, pero no es especialmente malo. Esto son peleas de bandas de adolescentes que no tienen nada que hacer, chicos desocupados, ni siquiera es una cuestión de droga".
El alcalde de Gennevillieres recordaba hace poco en una entrevista en la radio que el 20% de los jóvenes de estos barrios no está escolarizado. En el pedazo de acera donde murió Sammy, en una valla metálica, alguien ha colocado cuartillas con palabras en francés y en árabe: "Te queríamos" "El gueto llora solo".
El último informe del Observatorio Nacional de Zonas Urbanas Sensibles revelaba datos la realidad de estas ciudades: un tercio de los cuatro millones y medio de personas que habita en ellas malvive con menos de 900 euros al mes, una cantidad que en Francia se considera pobreza. Y el 47% de los jóvenes de 14 a 24 años de estos barrios desde los que si uno se asoma un poco se ve la Torre Eiffel carece de trabajo; y el 66,2% de título educativo ninguno o sólo posee el graduado escolar. Los sociólogos hablan de una "generación perdida" que a veces estalla llevándoselo todo por delante: en un barrio idéntico a estos dos se originó en 2007 la protesta que, a base de quemar miles de coches en una revuelta descabezada y puramente destructiva que puso al Gobierno de Jacques Chirac contra las cuerdas en 2007.
Un reciente reportaje del periódico Le Monde citaba a un habitante de estos barrios que conocía a algunos de los chicos amigos de Sammy y describía así su identidad esquizofrénica: "No se sienten ni franceses ni argelinos. Se sienten 200% de Asnières".
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
AMNESIA 1989
Esto que hoy os muestro es lo mas bello que han visto mis ojos en tiempo reciente. La persona que porta la camara capta la esencia de aquel dia sin efectos ni montajes extraños. La sesion de Alfredo, el mitico DJ de Amnesia entre 1984 y 1989, es de lo mas brillante que han escuchado estos oidos: Sterling Void, Technotronic, Raul Orellana, Bob Marley, Pink Floyd, Inner City... Ademas, en el primer video se puede escuchar parte del directo que Adamski hizo aquel dia. No hay palabras para mostrar la emocion que ha recorrido mi cuerpo cuando he podido ver las cinco partes completas. ¡Disfrutad!
Monday, March 21, 2011
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Friday, March 11, 2011
Torrente 4. Lethal Crisis
De vez en cuando, entre una entrega y otra de la saga Torrente, el amante de la comedia -sin miedo a las más ásperas e incorrectas modulaciones del género- se topa con algún estímulo para recordar al sórdido personaje creado por Santiago Segura. Este crítico, por ejemplo, no podía quitarse a José Luis Torrente de la cabeza mientras veía al sensacional Danny McBride en la piel de los respectivos protagonistas de la película The foot fist way -un maestro del taekwondo caído en desagracia- y la serie Eastbound & down (aquí llamada De culo y cuesta abajo) -autodestructiva estrella del deporte hundida en la miseria-. Es posible que tanto McBride como su director Jody Hill no conozcan la obra de Segura. También es posible que el propio Segura no haya visto Observe and report, el segundo largometraje de Hill, y, sin embargo, el poderoso, aunque hilarantemente antiépico clímax final de Torrente 4. Lethal crisis se parece mucho al de esa afortunada reducción del modelo Taxi driver a la poética del no lugar de los centros comerciales. A veces, estos parentescos casuales son de lo más esclarecedor. McBride, Hill y Segura juegan en la misma liga: la renovación del modelo de comedia de multisalas pos-Saturday night live de la mano del humor políticamente incorrecto, sustentada en esa tradición del cómico como materia oscura que podía haber inaugurado el Chaplin de la etapa Keystone, pero que acabó teniendo en W. C. Fields a su gran icono. En Torrente 4, Segura parece un Oliver Hardy del Lado Oscuro retratado en agresiva y supurante alta definición.
Quienes acusan a Segura de prolongar lo peor de la comedia española equivocan el tiro: lo suyo está más cerca de lo que han logrado humoristas gráficos como Kim y Óscar Nebreda o de lo que actualmente ejercita el extremo Pedro Vera. La técnica consiste en coger el toro de la zafiedad por los cuernos para acabar extendiendo al sol su simbólica piel, en cuyas cicatrices lo torrentiano aparece como mínimo común denominador del espíritu colectivo. En la película, Segura canaliza el entreverado amor / odio de la masa por iconos basura, pone el dedo en no pocas llagas y, cosa importante, da a su público lo que pide y (en este caso, mucho) más: la secuencia de artes marciales con El Batu y John Cobra es buena unidad de medida. Solo por el carisma y la vis cómica sin aditivos de Kiko Rivera o por el hallazgo que supone el registro interpretativo de Yon González, esta secuela ya hubiese merecido la pena: que, además, remita a los aciertos del primer Torrente, que espectacularice sus formas, afine sus ritmos y ofrezca propinas tan memorables como los dos números musicales de cierre o los créditos de David Guaita -camino de ser nuestro Maurice Binder- desarticula toda sospecha de inercia y automatismo. A Segura le seguirán reprochando no ser Lubitsch: por cierto, la versión high class de una actitud inequívocamente torrentiana.
Jordi Costa
Wednesday, March 09, 2011
Tuesday, March 08, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Friday, February 25, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
BAD BRAINS
Pay To Cum (1979)
Pay To Cum (1979)
Pay To Cum (1982)
Pay To Cum (1982)
Pay To Cum (1983)
LOS LOTOFAGOS
"Quien probo la dulzura meliflua de los frutos del loto, ya no penso jamas ni en la exploracion, ni en la vuelta a casa.../ Pero de nuevo los traje, entre gemidos y a la fuerza, a la orilla,/ Y, arrojandolos bajo los bancos de la nave, los ate con cuerdas" Homero
Friday, January 28, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Robinson In Ruins
"Patrick Keiller presenta en la próxima edición de Punto de Vista, dentro de La Región Central, su última obra, Robinson in Ruins, un ensayo visual sobre las reliquias del esplendor pasado en un tiempo de colapso económico. La película es la esperada continuación de London (1994) y Robinson in Space (1997), en las que estudiaba el paisaje y la geografía económica británica, tema que también abordaba en Dilapidated Dwelling (2000). Este será el estreno en España de la película, tras su paso por los festivales de cine de Venecia, Londres, Nueva York y Vancouver.
El film aborda el viaje imaginario de un estudiante excéntrico y rebelde que deambula por Oxfordshire y Berkshire (sur de Inglaterra) con una vieja videocámara. La narración, añadida después, comienza advirtiendo que Robinson salió de la prisión de Edgcott hace poco tiempo y llegó a la ciudad más cercana buscando un sitio desde donde mirar. “Él creía que si observaba el paisaje minuciosamente, éste le revelaría la base molecular de acontecimientos históricos y le permitiría ver el futuro. También se creía capaz de comunicarse con una serie de criaturas no humanas que le ayudarían a salvar el planeta”. Como transfondo, una crisis económica mundial, la guerra de Afganistán y el cambio climático." Punto de Vista
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Selection Tiger Awards for Short Films
The Rotterdam Tiger Awards Competition for Short Films 2011 comprises twenty-eight films, ranging in length from six to fifty-two minutes. Five short films will see their world premieres in Rotterdam.
For the Rotterdam Tiger Awards Competition for Short Films’ Jury the IFFR welcomes Fiona Tan, an artist known for her audiovisual installations, films and photographic works (The Netherlands), Anocha Suwichakornpong, filmmaker and Tiger Award winner for MUNDANE HISTORY and Thom Andersen, filmmaker, film critic and lecturer (USA). The Jury will hand out the three equal Tiger Awards for Short Film (3,000 Euros) to the winning filmmakers during the VPRO Late Night Talk Show on Monday evening January 31.
The Rotterdam Tiger Awards Competition for Short Films is supported by the Chief Marketing Office Rotterdam.
For the Rotterdam Tiger Awards Competition for Short Films’ Jury the IFFR welcomes Fiona Tan, an artist known for her audiovisual installations, films and photographic works (The Netherlands), Anocha Suwichakornpong, filmmaker and Tiger Award winner for MUNDANE HISTORY and Thom Andersen, filmmaker, film critic and lecturer (USA). The Jury will hand out the three equal Tiger Awards for Short Film (3,000 Euros) to the winning filmmakers during the VPRO Late Night Talk Show on Monday evening January 31.
The Rotterdam Tiger Awards Competition for Short Films is supported by the Chief Marketing Office Rotterdam.
- 1989 (Den gang jeg var fem år gammel) / 1989 (When I Was Five Years Old), Thor Ochsner, Denmark, 2010, 11’
- Slow Action, Ben Rivers, United Kingdom , 2011, 45’, world premiere
- Players, Pilvi Takala, Finland, Netherlands, 2010, 8’
- Pastourelle, Nathaniel Dorsky, USA, 2010, 16’, European premiere
- I lupi / The Wolves, Alberto De Michele, Italy, 2011, 17’, world premiere
- A Short Film About War, Jon Thomson, Alison Craighead, United Kingdom, 2010, 10’
- End Transmission, James T. Hong, Chen Yin-Ju, Taiwan, Nederland, Germany, 2010, 17’, international premiere
- Lesser Apes, Emily Vey Duke & Cooper Battersby, Canada, 19’, world premiere
- Stardust, Nicolas Provost, Belgium, 2010, 20’
- These Hammers Don't Hurt Us, Michael Robinson, USA, 2010, 13’, European premiere
- Maska, Brothers Quay, Poland, 2010, 24’
- Khleb dlya pticy / Bread for Bird, Aleksandra Strelyanaya, Russia, 2010, 26’
- Beyond-ism, Sun Xun, China, 2010, 8, international premiere
- Maria Theresia und ihre 16 Kinder / Maria Theresia and her 16 Children, Roland Rauschmeier & Ulu Braun, Austria, Germany, 2010, 30’, international premiere
- Versions, Oliver Laric, Germany, North-Korea, 2010, 9’
- Tse / Out, Roee Rosen, Israel, 2010, 34’
- Jan Villa, Natasha Mendonca, USA, India, 2010, 20’
- A History of Mutual Respect, Gabriel Abrantes, Daniel Schmidt, Portugal, 2010, 23’
- Home Movie, John Price, Canada, 2010, 27’
- Mercúrio / Mercury, Sandro Aguilar, Portugal, 2010, 18’
- After Empire, Herman Asselberghs, Belgium, 2011, 52’, world premiere
- Lubaben, Eva Pervolovici, France, Romenië, 2011, 30’, world premiere
- Otolith III, The Otolith Group, United Kingdom, 2010, 49’
- The Story of Elfranko Wessels, Erik Moskowitz & Amanda Trager, USA, Canada, 2011, 16’, world premiere
- Mirages, Emanuel Licha, Canada, France, 2010, 19’
- It, Heat, Hit, Laure Prouvost, United Kingdom, 2010, 6’
- Immortal Woman, Jakrawal Nilthamrong, Thailand, 2010, 9, European premiere
- La dame au chien / The Lady with the Dog, Damien Manivel, France, 2010, 16’
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Sunday, January 09, 2011
Saturday, January 08, 2011
CARLOS BOYERO / JORDI COSTA

"En una emblemática escena de esta película tan judía que logra que la filmografía de Woody Allen parezca obra de un gentil, Larry Gopnik, el sufrido profesor de física que la protagoniza, culmina su lección sobre el Principio de Incertidumbre de Heisenberg en la esquina de una pizarra. La cámara abre el campo y subraya la insignificancia de Gopnik bajo un inmenso encerado en el que se desgrana la fórmula matemática de esa teoría que desarticula la fiabilidad de toda certeza. Un tipo serio enlaza, vía Heisenberg, con El hombre que nunca estuvo allí y mantiene cierta afinidad con Barton Fink, pero también ofrece la clave para desvelar la estructura profunda del grueso de la obra coeniana, que apunta a la inoperancia de toda construcción humana (ya sea un género cinematográfico o, como aquí, un legado religioso) para capturar una verdad.
Fieles a su juego de dislocaciones, los Coen levantan su particular ejercicio sobre el angst suburbial a lo Revolutionary Road sobre sus recuerdos de infancia en el ritualizado microcosmos de una comunidad judía envasada al vacío en Minneapolis: el pulso entre el exceso de contenido (la Torah) y el defecto de sentido (la vida) centra el que quizás sea el trabajo más sincero del privilegiado tándem, que aquí no busca hacer nuevos amigos." Costa
Fieles a su juego de dislocaciones, los Coen levantan su particular ejercicio sobre el angst suburbial a lo Revolutionary Road sobre sus recuerdos de infancia en el ritualizado microcosmos de una comunidad judía envasada al vacío en Minneapolis: el pulso entre el exceso de contenido (la Torah) y el defecto de sentido (la vida) centra el que quizás sea el trabajo más sincero del privilegiado tándem, que aquí no busca hacer nuevos amigos." Costa
"Leo con progresiva e hipnótica fascinación Dietario voluble, de Enrique Vila-Matas, libro tan inclasificable como apasionante, reflexión inquietante sobre la propia vida y la literatura. Ese libro está habitado parcialmente, entre mis muchas fobias razonables, por agradecidas y complejas loas a Antonioni, a Godard, a Sebald, a tanto creador que me espanta. Hay un fulano con traje abotonado y con bombín, llamado Kafka, que ocupa muchas citas en el dietario de su heredero barcelonés, incluido un sarcástico apunte en el que asegura (la cita es de memoria desvalida, no tengo ordenador ni el asquerosamente sabio Google) que "todo el mundo se ha hecho especialista en el mundo de Kafka, excepto el propio Kafka". Me cuentan que este maravilloso dietario se publicaba exclusivamente en la edición de este periodico en Cataluña. Y no entiendo que la gran literatura sea estratégicamente localista en la esfera de la opinión. Como lector de periódicos (de esa cosa tan costumbrista y aceleradamente anacrónica de leer un periódico en compañía del cuarto de baño), seguiré dando por justificado el euro y pico que cuesta el diario, a cambio de paladear en EL PAÍS cualquier cosa que lleve la firma de Vila-Matas, Enric González, Carlin, Muñoz Molina, Millás, Savater, El Roto, Forges y otros muchos opiáceos opinadores. Exagero: algunos otros.
No es casual que identifique la gozosa lectura de ese incomparable dietario con las sensaciones que me provoca Un tipo serio, la última, densa, excéntrica, irónica, judaica, muy personal entrega de unos hermanos con un cerebro, una sensibilidad y una personalidad que han logrado eso tan extraño de que Hollywood tenga que transigir con sus artísticas manías mientras que sigan atrayendo mercado.
Un tipo serio tiene aroma de Kafka, de la inexactitud de las certidumbres, de gente presuntamente normal destruida por el destino, de la ponzoñosa excentricidad amenazando a la engañosa normalidad, pero también te remite a los universos más desasosegantes de los Coen (no los mejores, para mí nunca han sido tan magistrales como adaptando fielmente a Hammett y a McCarthy en esas dos obras maestras tituladas Muerte entre las flores y No es país para viejos), a las imágenes, los diálogos, las visiones, la estructura, la atmósfera, la angustia, la tragicomedia, el tono sombriamente onírico, de esas dos películas tan agobiantes, extremas, hermosas, tenebrosas y raras que son Barton Fink y El hombre que nunca estuvo allí.
También hay ecos de El gran Lebowski, película de abusivo culto para fumetas lúdicos y con pedigrí libertario e intelectual y de la mezcla de esperpento, humor macabro y realismo de la modélica Fargo. Un tipo serio utiliza el lenguaje puro de los Coen para narrar historias de gente inquietante en situaciones límite. Es el lujo que se permiten los paradójicos triunfadores de un sistema en el que se lo montaban de guerrilleros. Utilizan actores desconocidos, desconciertan a los no iniciados, son tan chulos y tan auténticos que se permiten un recordatorio entre naturalista y surrealista de las ortodoxas vivencias de su niñez, del conocimiento exhaustivo de la Torah para poder apreciar sus mensajes, construyen imágenes como la de esa mujer sola, distante y desnuda que no hubiera desdeñado pintar Edward Hopper, retratan personajes pintorescos y estados de ánimo cercanos al suicidio.
Es una película tan exótica como atractiva, el compromiso de dos hermanos que yendo de marginales, de enrollados, de mantenerse auténticos en el gran mercadeo haciendo otro tipo de cine, el que sale de sus mordaces personalidades y de su visión sarcástica de la vida cotidiana, consiguen entre triunfo y fracaso seguir haciendo lo que les sale de los genitales. Con frecuencia, me irritan. Aquí me dejan pensando, divertido, intrigado, deprimido, con una sensación muy rara. También grata." Boyero
No es casual que identifique la gozosa lectura de ese incomparable dietario con las sensaciones que me provoca Un tipo serio, la última, densa, excéntrica, irónica, judaica, muy personal entrega de unos hermanos con un cerebro, una sensibilidad y una personalidad que han logrado eso tan extraño de que Hollywood tenga que transigir con sus artísticas manías mientras que sigan atrayendo mercado.
Un tipo serio tiene aroma de Kafka, de la inexactitud de las certidumbres, de gente presuntamente normal destruida por el destino, de la ponzoñosa excentricidad amenazando a la engañosa normalidad, pero también te remite a los universos más desasosegantes de los Coen (no los mejores, para mí nunca han sido tan magistrales como adaptando fielmente a Hammett y a McCarthy en esas dos obras maestras tituladas Muerte entre las flores y No es país para viejos), a las imágenes, los diálogos, las visiones, la estructura, la atmósfera, la angustia, la tragicomedia, el tono sombriamente onírico, de esas dos películas tan agobiantes, extremas, hermosas, tenebrosas y raras que son Barton Fink y El hombre que nunca estuvo allí.
También hay ecos de El gran Lebowski, película de abusivo culto para fumetas lúdicos y con pedigrí libertario e intelectual y de la mezcla de esperpento, humor macabro y realismo de la modélica Fargo. Un tipo serio utiliza el lenguaje puro de los Coen para narrar historias de gente inquietante en situaciones límite. Es el lujo que se permiten los paradójicos triunfadores de un sistema en el que se lo montaban de guerrilleros. Utilizan actores desconocidos, desconciertan a los no iniciados, son tan chulos y tan auténticos que se permiten un recordatorio entre naturalista y surrealista de las ortodoxas vivencias de su niñez, del conocimiento exhaustivo de la Torah para poder apreciar sus mensajes, construyen imágenes como la de esa mujer sola, distante y desnuda que no hubiera desdeñado pintar Edward Hopper, retratan personajes pintorescos y estados de ánimo cercanos al suicidio.
Es una película tan exótica como atractiva, el compromiso de dos hermanos que yendo de marginales, de enrollados, de mantenerse auténticos en el gran mercadeo haciendo otro tipo de cine, el que sale de sus mordaces personalidades y de su visión sarcástica de la vida cotidiana, consiguen entre triunfo y fracaso seguir haciendo lo que les sale de los genitales. Con frecuencia, me irritan. Aquí me dejan pensando, divertido, intrigado, deprimido, con una sensación muy rara. También grata." Boyero
Friday, January 07, 2011
Thursday, January 06, 2011
Tuesday, January 04, 2011
TOOP
There is a conversation between place and person that is articulated through sound, in much the same way that the same or similar conversations are visible as buildings, hedgerows, landfill sites, illuminated signs, motorways unspooling into night or plastic bags floating in the ocean. The relationship of person to place is more straightforward, perhaps, in the reading of such material signs: evidence of their history is easier to track through written records, oral history, photographs, film, a shock of sudden disappearance or the lingering sight of decay. Then how can we listen to sounds never before noticed, sounds long vanished, or sounds that are not sounds, exactly, but more like the fluctuations of light, weather and the peculiar feeling that can arise when there is a strong awareness of place? Sounds can linger as vital presence, an intervention that existed for a time to reconfigure environment, and whose absence makes us pause for thought or deeper feeling, in our walking, working and waiting; our agitated, ceaseless inner thoughts; our shopping and drift; our anxieties, pains and pleasure.
What goes unnoticed in the general run of life still exists, in its colouration, its echoes, its affects, its atmospheres and definitions of place. An unnatural silence, a bell in the night, the dizzying flight of swallows, a sharp cry across the river whose audible flowing is a constant and so would be missed if it ever froze or dried up, the murmur of a quiet pub, wind rippling through grass and at the far edges of hearing there is the scoot of a dry leaf caught in the breeze, the bringing of the milk and the emptying of the bins, a particular street in the hush of early morning, and maybe the name of that street, rolling around in the imagination with the patina of its age and the mystery of its sound.
A few years ago an e-mail arrived, via my website, through which I learned about Steve, previously unknown to me, a man in Havre, Montana, walking through the drizzle and listening to a CD on his Discman (already the story is dated by this technological detail). The CD is Fennesz Live In Japan, by the Viennese musician, Christian Fennesz, and as Steve walks, his CD skips and glitches of its own volition. The technical breakdown adds to the allure of the music, he says, apologising for sharing such a modest story. “Plus,” he adds, “who else am I gonna tell about it in Havre?”
Modest the story may be, but I like it for a variety of reasons. Steve is out there, in the rain, walking through landscape and the elements with his hearing transported to a live show in Japan. Fennesz performs on a laptop computer, but his starting point can be a guitar, building a song on his first instrument, then transforming it through a computer software program. He creates glitches, hitches, loops, distortions. Listening to his records seems to me not unlike eating Japanese natto, those pungent fermented soybeans that extend out into thin strings as you lift them to your mouth. Fennesz pulls his melancholy tunes in all directions without totally working them out of shape.
Then Steve’s Discman has something to say about this, adding another layer of glitch and skip to the mix. Steve enjoys the accidents, though his pleasure in technological imperfections may be a little esoteric for his friends in Montana. Never mind; he can contact a stranger on the other side of the world, elicit a response, and so feel that bit less isolated with this very personal, and perhaps slightly eccentric experience.
Penetrating to the smallest details of hearing, whether as a listening practice or methodology of sound making, may seem to be an entrancement with silence, peace, meditation, all those religious and quasi-religious practices that fall under the rubric of spirituality, but really, it’s an engagement with the noise that exists at all levels of the dynamic spectrum. In his book Microsound, Curtis Roads has described transient audio phenomena and microsounds as ubiquitous in the natural world. Some of these may be what he calls subsonic intensities, those sounds too soft to be heard by the human ear such as a caterpillar moving across a leaf; others are audible but in their brevity as microevents, their infinitely subtle fluctuations, or their placing at the threshold of audible frequencies, they lie outside the conventional notion of pitch, tone and timbre. They are difference; the differentiation of one voice from another, or the activation of one instrument from another. “One could explore the microsonic resources of any musical instrument in its momentary bursts and infrasonic flutterings,” Roads writes, “(a study of traditional instruments from this perspective has et to be undertaken).”
In the springtime at night, I sit outside in my garden sometimes, waiting quietly in the dark until I can hear the tiny chewing sounds of slugs and snails eating the leaves of my plants. I have to allow every part of myself to slow down, to forget what has happened earlier and what might happen later, to use the ‘emptiness of attention’ that I learned from Anton Ehrenzweig when I read The Hidden Order of Art in my late teens. To use a spatial analogy, it’s like descending in a slow lift, moving down through the floors and stopping somewhere near the basement of hearing, where the tiniest of sounds seems amplified. Once down at this level, sounds that are normally considered quiet can shock the system. As snails move from leaf to leaf, snail’s pace of course, the leaf they vacate snaps back into its unburdened position with a bang. This is more disturbing than peaceful.
On a still night in spring, in the darkness, there is little to see other than the static design of my garden, obscured by a shadow world. What I hear is a dynamic sonification of the animate life hidden within that shadow world, eating its ways through hosta, iris, and other succulent leaves, and so the experience of being within that particular place, also hearing the atmospherics of late night traffic noise, spiked by drunken shouts from distant streets and the occasional wailing police siren, contains endless variety at a level of perception so remote as to demand attention that is both focussed and relaxed. Detail is picked out from a low noise floor that I can only describe as air sound – a sound that evades analysis or recording because it combines the sound of our internal functioning, the body sounds we would hear in the total silence of an anechoic chamber, with a blend of near-field and distant-field atmospherics. This undifferentiated background can be comforting, in the immediate present as an indication that life is perpetuated, the world still turns, and at the level of emotion and memory, a reminder of the sonic presence of loudspeakers, amplifier hum, recording noise, ear sound and human presence – the sound of a person sleeping, for example - but it acts also as a grainy context in which detail feels spatially settled.
What goes unnoticed in the general run of life still exists, in its colouration, its echoes, its affects, its atmospheres and definitions of place. An unnatural silence, a bell in the night, the dizzying flight of swallows, a sharp cry across the river whose audible flowing is a constant and so would be missed if it ever froze or dried up, the murmur of a quiet pub, wind rippling through grass and at the far edges of hearing there is the scoot of a dry leaf caught in the breeze, the bringing of the milk and the emptying of the bins, a particular street in the hush of early morning, and maybe the name of that street, rolling around in the imagination with the patina of its age and the mystery of its sound.
A few years ago an e-mail arrived, via my website, through which I learned about Steve, previously unknown to me, a man in Havre, Montana, walking through the drizzle and listening to a CD on his Discman (already the story is dated by this technological detail). The CD is Fennesz Live In Japan, by the Viennese musician, Christian Fennesz, and as Steve walks, his CD skips and glitches of its own volition. The technical breakdown adds to the allure of the music, he says, apologising for sharing such a modest story. “Plus,” he adds, “who else am I gonna tell about it in Havre?”
Modest the story may be, but I like it for a variety of reasons. Steve is out there, in the rain, walking through landscape and the elements with his hearing transported to a live show in Japan. Fennesz performs on a laptop computer, but his starting point can be a guitar, building a song on his first instrument, then transforming it through a computer software program. He creates glitches, hitches, loops, distortions. Listening to his records seems to me not unlike eating Japanese natto, those pungent fermented soybeans that extend out into thin strings as you lift them to your mouth. Fennesz pulls his melancholy tunes in all directions without totally working them out of shape.
Then Steve’s Discman has something to say about this, adding another layer of glitch and skip to the mix. Steve enjoys the accidents, though his pleasure in technological imperfections may be a little esoteric for his friends in Montana. Never mind; he can contact a stranger on the other side of the world, elicit a response, and so feel that bit less isolated with this very personal, and perhaps slightly eccentric experience.
Penetrating to the smallest details of hearing, whether as a listening practice or methodology of sound making, may seem to be an entrancement with silence, peace, meditation, all those religious and quasi-religious practices that fall under the rubric of spirituality, but really, it’s an engagement with the noise that exists at all levels of the dynamic spectrum. In his book Microsound, Curtis Roads has described transient audio phenomena and microsounds as ubiquitous in the natural world. Some of these may be what he calls subsonic intensities, those sounds too soft to be heard by the human ear such as a caterpillar moving across a leaf; others are audible but in their brevity as microevents, their infinitely subtle fluctuations, or their placing at the threshold of audible frequencies, they lie outside the conventional notion of pitch, tone and timbre. They are difference; the differentiation of one voice from another, or the activation of one instrument from another. “One could explore the microsonic resources of any musical instrument in its momentary bursts and infrasonic flutterings,” Roads writes, “(a study of traditional instruments from this perspective has et to be undertaken).”
In the springtime at night, I sit outside in my garden sometimes, waiting quietly in the dark until I can hear the tiny chewing sounds of slugs and snails eating the leaves of my plants. I have to allow every part of myself to slow down, to forget what has happened earlier and what might happen later, to use the ‘emptiness of attention’ that I learned from Anton Ehrenzweig when I read The Hidden Order of Art in my late teens. To use a spatial analogy, it’s like descending in a slow lift, moving down through the floors and stopping somewhere near the basement of hearing, where the tiniest of sounds seems amplified. Once down at this level, sounds that are normally considered quiet can shock the system. As snails move from leaf to leaf, snail’s pace of course, the leaf they vacate snaps back into its unburdened position with a bang. This is more disturbing than peaceful.
On a still night in spring, in the darkness, there is little to see other than the static design of my garden, obscured by a shadow world. What I hear is a dynamic sonification of the animate life hidden within that shadow world, eating its ways through hosta, iris, and other succulent leaves, and so the experience of being within that particular place, also hearing the atmospherics of late night traffic noise, spiked by drunken shouts from distant streets and the occasional wailing police siren, contains endless variety at a level of perception so remote as to demand attention that is both focussed and relaxed. Detail is picked out from a low noise floor that I can only describe as air sound – a sound that evades analysis or recording because it combines the sound of our internal functioning, the body sounds we would hear in the total silence of an anechoic chamber, with a blend of near-field and distant-field atmospherics. This undifferentiated background can be comforting, in the immediate present as an indication that life is perpetuated, the world still turns, and at the level of emotion and memory, a reminder of the sonic presence of loudspeakers, amplifier hum, recording noise, ear sound and human presence – the sound of a person sleeping, for example - but it acts also as a grainy context in which detail feels spatially settled.
Sunday, January 02, 2011
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