The past week has been full of things. Mostly things i have enjoyed. Some things which have been less than satisfactory. Irregular sleep and strange dietary cravings. Last Wednesday i had the unpleasant experience of attending the latest Bell Shakespeare production of Hamlet. For anyone who is not aware of the production currently in performance, Hamlet is played by an emoesque Brendan Cowell with quiffy rock star hair. Failing to embody the existential tension of the role, Cowell deftly substitutes the philosophical reflectivity of Shakespeare's anti-hero with the ridiculous leap-froggisms of a performer who has an extraordinarily inflated opinion of himself. That said, there are some very strong actors in the cast who do what they can with the very little they have been offered. It is the first time in my time as a spectator that i have sided with Claudius. I have no doubt that this result was unintentional. The staging was sloppy and the design was meaningless. So let us move on and discuss more important things.
The following night i attended Liquid Architecture 9 at the North Melbourne Arts House. Liquid Architecture is an event concerned with bringing the most progressive and challenging artists in sound and audio technologies, local and international, to Melbourne audiences. Suitably, the venue situates the artist at the center of the space with the spectators seated in a spiral leading outward. At the periphery, the speakers of a 5.1 surround rig stand like sentinels guarding a portal to another dimension. The first, Melbourne based artist, Nat, produced many beautiful sounds but was a tad underwhelming. His role as MC implied that his set was intended to get everybody "in the mood." Following, Alex White from Sydney generated an incredible and intense vortex of ascending forces with distinct crescendos and falls. The piece was composed from a relatively limited palate of tones and textures, and was skillfully managed within a twenty minute time frame that left me aching for more. As i sat there in the dark with my eyes closed, i felt the room hurtling through space, digitized. A thousand tiny machines were screaming in the air, like magnetic cogs holding the universe together, making time go.
Marcus Schmickler from Koln, while incredibly powerful, was not as successful, in my opinion, with his 45 minute movement. Indeed, the rushing use of infinity scales and terrifying drones generated an overwhelming visceral landscape. At times I felt myself consumed by the piece and soon memory and thought gave way to the collision and collapse of colour and force in an internal, visual realm. For the first 20 minutes i was completely engaged, engulfed and at the mercy of the German. However, i soon found that the audio textures were moving in too many different directions to be managed, and by 30 minutes he seemed to be running out of fabric. I could not say that he had too little material for the piece. Rather, when the narrative structure had exhausted itself, he was still trying to include new sounds. Sounds that might have wanted to initiate a new movement or narrative, but were suddenly swallowed and forgotten in the mess of noise. Finding an ending was a struggle, but he got me back when he finally did.
Then for some reason the good curators of the festival had decided to allow the High God People to close the night. This unconvincing, self indulgent circus of disparate idiocy seems to have a percentage of the arts community fooled with a contemporary exhibition of the Emperor's new clothes. Of course, there are some interesting components to the High God People's stuff: their costumes offer some potentially interesting bodies 'as symbols', and, once built, i thought the bamboo structures that housed the musicians were very cute. But...
But.
The work is completely disrespectful to the audience. It is clear that no one in the group has considered how it will look from the outside - how the narrative and its symbols can be interpreted. Antonin Artaud observes in No more Masterpieces that art that fails to engage and speak to its audience cannot hide behind the pretense that the failure is on the part of the observer. Art that fails to connect with and communicate is simply art that fails. Further, the performers seem to have no respect for the various objects they surround themselves with or attempt to manipulate. Their movements are sloppy and their engagement with the space is without focus. As a result, every aspect of the stage image appears lifeless and unimportant. This is bad performance art, ridiculous and deliberately confusing in order to conceal its superficiality. In the gesture of crowd confusion they are most successful, as the departing audience is peppered with insecure murmurs of interest. They could perhaps be equated more closely, however, with the production team for Everybody Loves Raymond, rather than the most compelling and progressive artists of their time. At least they were at the end, which i can only assume was to ensure that nobody left without seeing the other artists first.
And after that scathing review i shall now turn to my own self indulgent gestures of disrespect. Last night i got together with members of hard rock locals, TOY, for an improvised jam session. Sadly, the drummer was unable to attend, which may account for the sprawling and chaotic nature of the piece. The first section is driven by grinding minimal techno and layers of oscillating distortion. After about 17 minutes the gloves come off and we descend into ferocious noise and audio torment. I will be the first to acknowledge that this is not necessarily the most listener friendly session - but it marks my first rehearsal with musicians for a long time and may be an interesting moment in the development of our work. Noise enthusiasts and other concerned parties may hear the recording (made in 24 bit quad channel on my Zoom H2) by hitting play on the doodad at the top of this entry.
It is still impossible to get the audio through itunes, but i am working on it. If you know how and can see where i might be going wrong, then please shoot me an email and offer any advice you have so i can submit my noisy experiments to the podcast community. And it may be completely self indulgent to want to put these things on the internet and to reach a wider audience and i am as aware of that as anybody. Still... this has been a fun project for me. Making recordings and being interested in how music happens and the strange and beautiful feelings i get when i listen and get all swallowed by it. And i guess having fun is a social thing and i hope some of you understand why, self indulgent or no, i will keep doing this anyway.
My warmest regards,
Benjamin
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