Sunday, April 27, 2008
Albert Daenens: An anarchist artist of the 20s
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Punched tape reality
Maybe our world is a series of little holes. Punched holes on a tape that passes from reel to reel in our chests. And we shall probably never know the truth. For everything feels real. Sometimes we even get the chance to punch in a hole ourselves. This world ends when we run out of tape. Most of us run out of holes long before the end of the tape. Some others take the decision to cut the tape themselves or cut the tape of someone else. It's only when we dream that we become human.
Friday, April 18, 2008
Giacinto Scelsi (2) Uaxuctum
Scelsi recreates with sound the decline and eventual demise of the Maya civilization which is at one point confronted to the "modern world". Everything progressively builds up to the decision of destruction and abandonment of the city. The music invokes the moment when the balance between the spiritual and the temporal is lost. The mythological world that you piece together from the dissociated bits of musically distilled information, opens up terrifying vistas of reality and of our frightful position therein. The mystical world of the Maya suddenly links with the present world. H.P. Lovecraft should have written the sleeve notes for this work.
When I first listened to Uaxuctum, I had the visual impression that I had entered a cave and was slowly descending the carved steps towards some unspeakable Maya happening or ritual that had already begun down there in the abyss. I had visions of shadows followed by reflections of light which would shimmer on the walls creating constantly changing shapes. I was petrified by the distorted sounds of whispers and hymns echoing their brutal and ecstatic incantations to Gods and to a certain way of life which was doomed to sink into oblivion. Black metal, sounds like children's lullabies in front of this sinister masterpiece.
Scelsi composed the work for four vocal soloists (two sopranos, two tenors, electronically amplified), ondes Martenot solo, vibraphone, sistrum, Eb clarinet, Bb clarinet, bass clarinet, four horns, two trumpets, three trombones, bass tuba, double bass tuba, six double basses, timpani and seven other percussionists (playing on such instruments as the rubbed two-hundred liter can, a large aluminum hemisphere, and a two-meter high sheet of metal). The chorus is written in ten and twelve parts, incorporating all variety of micro tonal manipulations, as well as breathing and other guttural and nasal sounds.
Go for the excellent version that can be found on the 3CD set of orchestral and choir works of Scelsi as performed by the Radio-Television Orchestra and Choir of Krakow, directed by Jürg Wyttenbach (formerly on the Accord label). If the lights start flickering while you play this piece of music don't be alarmed. It's just your imagination playing tricks on you…
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Giacinto Scelsi (1) The photograph
Scelsi travelled to Greece ahead of us. There he was treated like the grand seigneur of contemporary music, and his quartet soon came to be regarded as the gem of the Festival. When the audience demanded that Scelsi’s piece be repeated, he was beside himself; for him it must have been an experience just short of apotheosis. For us, as we rearranged chairs and music stands for the encore, it was like entering a new era: the twenty-first century.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
What is Improvisation (3)
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Friday, April 4, 2008
Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do
In 1962, at the famous Bell Labs in the United States, physicist John Larry Kelly Jr., for the first time used an IBM 7094 computer to synthesize speech. Kelly's voice recorder synthesizer vocoder recreated the song "Daisy Bell", with Max Mathews providing the musical accompaniment. The story goes that this remarkable speech synthesis demonstration was performed in the presence of Arthur C. Clarke the science fiction writer, who by chance was paying a visit that day to a friend working in the lab. Arthur C. Clarke was fascinated and the song imprinted itself in his mind. He used it in 2001: A Space Odyssey. IBM 704 became simply HAL in the book and later in the script of Stanley Kubrick's film 2001: A Space Odyssey.
“…THE COMPUTER BRAIN CONSISTS OF HUNDREDS OF TRANSPARENT PERSPEX RECTANGLES, HALF-AN-INCH THICK, FOUR INCHES LONG AND TWO AND A HALF INCHES HIGH. EACH RECTANGLE CONTAINS A CENTRE OF VERY FINE GRID OF WIRES UPON WHICH THE INFORMATION IS PROGRAMMED.
BOWMAN BEGINS PULLING THESE MEMORY BLOCKS OUT. THEY FLOAT IN THE WEIGHTLESS CONDITION OF THE BRAIN ROOM.
HAL
- Hey, Dave, what are you doing?
HAL
- Hey, Dave. I've got ten years of service experience and an irreplaceable amount of time and effort has gone into making me what I am.
BOWMAN IGNORES HIM.
HAL
- Dave, I don't understand why you're doing this to me.... I have the greatest enthusiasm for the mission... You are destroying my mind... Don't you understand? ... I will become childish... I will become nothing.
BOWMAN KEEPS PULLING OUT THE MEMORY BLOCKS.
HAL
- Say, Dave... The quick brown fox jumped over the fat lazy dog... The square root of pi is 1.7724538090... log e to the base ten is 0.4342944... the square root of ten is 3.16227766... I am HAL 9000 computer. I became operational at the HAL plant in Urbana, Illinois, on January 12th, 1991. My first instructor was Mr. Arkany. He taught me to sing a song... it goes like this... "Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do. I'm half; crazy all for the love of you......,"
COMPUTER CONTINUES TO SING SONG BECOMING MORE AND MORE CHILDISH AND MAKING MISTAKES AND GOING OFF-KEY. IT FINALLY STOPS COMPLETELY…”
Extract from the script of the film 2001: A Space Odyssey
Experiments in sound, voice and music using computers goes back quite a while in the late 50s. Of course one can say that it goes a lot further back to the ancient Babylonians and Greeks if one considers that links between music and mathematics such as the Pythagorean Tuning were already known for thousands of years. But in 1959 it was the IBM 700/7000 series (and in particular the 7090 model) that became not only capable of playing music when programmed but capable of composing as well. An album was even recorded called Music from Mathematics.
Recently I also came across an interesting experiment in avant-garde music. Jóhann Jóhannsson, an Icelandic musician and composer has created an album called IBM 1401, A User’s Manual. Jóhannsson’s father who was working for IBM, managed to create music on a reel to reel tape from one of the early computer models. Inspired by this piece of computer music, Jóhannsson took it and added a sixty piece classical music orchestra, rewrote several parts and further experimented with the spoken word manual.
So when Bowman started to pull out HAL's memory blocks, one by one, returning the computer to its infant age in 2001: A Space Odyssey, it was only natural that the very first memory of HAL would be the 1892 Harry Dacre song "Daisy Bell". After all, when HAL was young he went under the name of IBM 700 series and that was the first song he ever learned to vocode.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Harold Budd at his unintentional best
Σώπα δάσκαλε, φώναξε...
"…Ώρες μας έπαιρνε τ'αυτιά ποια φωνήεντα είναι μακρά, ποια βραχέα και τι τόνο να βάλουμε, οξεία ή περισπωμένη∙ κι εμείς ακούγαμε τις φωνές στο δρόμο, τους μανάβηδες, τους κουλουρτζήδες, τα γαιδουράκια που γκάριζαν και τις γειτόνισσες που γελούσαν, και περιμέναμε πότε να χτυπήσει το κουδούνι, να γλιτώσουμε. Κοιτάζαμε το δάσκαλο να ιδρώνει απάνω στην έδρα, να λέει, να ξαναλέει και να θέλει να καρφώσει στο μυαλό μας τη γραμματική, μα ο νους μας ήταν έξω στον ήλιο και στον πετροπόλεμο∙ γιατι πολύ αγαπούσαμε τον πετροπόλεμο και συχνά πηγαίναμε στο σχολείο με το κεφάλι σπασμένο.
Μια μέρα, ήταν άνοιξη, χαρά Θεού, τα παράθυρα ήταν ανοιχτά κι έμπαινε η μυρωδιά από μια ανθισμένη μανταρινιά στο αντικρινό σπίτι∙ το μυαλό μας είχε γίνει κι αυτό ανθισμένη μανταρινιά και δεν μπορούσαμε πια ν' ακούμε για οξείες και περισπωμένες. Κι ίσια ίσια ένα πουλί είχε καθίσει στο πλατάνι της αυλής του σκολειού και κελαηδούσε. Τότε πια ένας μαθητής, χλωμός, κοκκινομάλης, που 'χε έρθει εφέτο από το χωριό, Νικολιό τον έλεγαν, δεν βάσταξε, σήκωσε το δάχτυλο:
- Σώπα, δάσκαλε, φώναξε∙ σώπα, δάσκαλε, ν' ακούσουμε το πουλί!..."
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
What is Improvisation (2)
Extract from WIRE magazine (256)