Classical Greek, along with many non-Indo-Europoean languages, has a middle voice of the verb that, unlike the active voice, does not separate agency from action or the doer from the deed. It is not, then, that things have agency; rather they are actively present in their doing-- in their carrying on or perdurance. And as things carry on together, and answer to one another, they do not so much interact as correspond. Interaction is the dynamic of the assemblage, where things are joined up. But correspondence is a joining with; it is not additive but contrapuntal, not "and... and... and" but "with... with... with."
Now it is all very well to refute the classical separation of knowing from being, or of epistemology from ontology. Surely, since we owe our very existence to the world we seek to know, our knowledge must grow from within the crucible of our involvement in this world, in its relations and processes. Yet we have things to know only because they have arisen. They have somehow come into existence with the forms they momentarily have, and these forms are held in place thanks to the continual flux of materials across their emergent surfaces. Things become, as does our knowledge of them. It follows that our primary focus should not be on the ontologies of things but on their ontogenies, not on philosophies but on generations of being. This shift of focus has important political ramifications. For it suggests that things are far from closed to one another, each wrapped up in its own, ultimately impenatrable world of being. On the contrary, they are fundamentally open, and all are participants in one indivisible world of becoming. Multiple ontologies signify multiple worlds, but multiple ontogenies signify one world. And since, in their growth or movement, the things of this world answer to one another, or correspond, they are also responsible.
--Tim Ingold, response to "A Questionnaire on Materialisms" October 155, Winter 2016, pp.59-60
Not Yet Titled Piece for Calle Bustamante (2016)
December 6, 2016
On December 3 2016 between 5 and 6 PM I presented a piece on three blocks of Calle Bustamante (between Colón and Zaragoza) in the Historic Center of Oaxaca. With the support and invitation of the Museo de Arte Contemporáneo and Festival Umbral to present a work in public, I realized a sound installation using the speakers that were already installed and used by 21 stores along the corridor. Many thanks to the businesses who generously lent me their sound systems and dwelled in this unusual sound for the hour. Complete documentation is here.
What Villiers teaches us is that not every sound is reproducible; and that if we reproduce a sound that is not meant to be reproduced, it loses, along with its address, its destination, and its origin, an element that is constitutive of it and which binds it to its auditor... If a sound is only authentic when it is directly linked to its context of appearing, that is to say its recipient, then inversely, a reproduced sound can acceded to authenticity only on condition that one considers it for itself, and not as a phantom of the original sound.
--François Bonnet, The Order of Sounds / A Sonorous Archipelago, p.42-3
Soundwalk with Claves
September 27, 2016
A recording of a soundwalk with claves
on Queens blvd under the 7 train viaduct from 40th to 48th street, Queens NY
Thanks to Liliana Rodriguez for recording.
A lifetime is not so long. You cannot wait for a tool without blood on it.
It Is What It Is
September 20, 2016
Really, universally, relations stop nowhere, and the exquisite problem of the artist is eternally but to draw, by a geometry of his own, the circle within which they shall happily appear to do so.
--Henry James, preface to Roderick Hudson
The Tlalpujahua Tapes
July 15, 2016
Sometime in April 2016, I unintentionally recorded about four hours of my life as I wandered Tlalpujahua, Michoacán, Mexico. Here is an excerpt of that recording. It sounds so unfamiliar to me that I'm not entirely sure I recorded it myself, even though the recorder never left my possession.
"Craziness is more an exacerbation of logic than its negation."
In the last year I've grown fascinated by the modern measurement, articulation and coordination of official time and all the technological and institutional apparatus that makes it possible. Constantly keeping up with the times, the official tools used for this are as in flux as time itself. In my mind, juxtaposed against some of the world's most ancient philosophies (eg. Heraclitus and Laozi) modern timekeeping science feels quixotic. Where once the position of the sun was enough to schedule an event, we now have dozens of international organizations measuring the radioactive decay of rare elements, coordinating their data through increasingly sophisticated algorithms that are monitored maintained and replaced constantly for maximum precision. Despite all this exacting, expensive work the official international standard setters arbitrarily throw in a leap second every few years to correct for irregularities in the earth's movement. Because through all this painstaking measurement of our standard time unit-- the second-- it still doesn't adequately relate to its astro/geophysical basis, the earth's rotation and revolution. To adapt the Yiddish proverb, man measures time, God laughs.
I marvel at the acheivements and intricacies of modern science while also finding it dazzlingly inane in its quest to explain the unknowable (cosmos, brain, time, you name it). Time is a compelling topic for this since it's evident literally everywhere: Everything, whether or not we can "read" it-- registers passage of time. Living creatures age, trees amass rings, rocks show weathering and erosion and transformations through heat and pressure over time. Ecologists can observe a landscape and estimate how far that ecosystem has developed since lichens emerged from bare rock. A light bulb flickers, dims, eventually burns out. Books yellow. Clothes tear and stain, beds and private parts sag, doors creak, dust accumulates, clouds gather and pass, eaters get hungry for the next meal, your body tells you that you slept too little or too late. Time bears on everything; a thing is a clock.
Some known precedents for clock pieces: Robert Smithson wrote often of entropy, usually referring to the effects of geologic time on objects and landscapes. In a sense he used this idea often as a foil for a comparatively petty, superficial white cube gallery culture fixated on flimsy two- and three-dimensional objects. (But rather than simplistically critiquing this culture, he brought his notions of entropy inside it as well.) Recently a friend brought to my attention Christian Marclay's film The Clock (2010), which I hadn't seen or thought about during these projects. Though it's more narrative and content-driven than my interests, we do share this basic concept of an artwork operating as a timekeeping tool.
Thoughts about musical structure similarly brought the idea of clocks into my consciousness. My last ten years of being a composer have taken me through many changes in how I envision good musical structure-- what its function is, how to construct it, which concepts and processes are valid or irrelevant in thinking about it, which precedents I see as touchstones of good music, etc. In a process of continuous zooming out, through years of negotiating the internal elements of musical structure, I began to view these elements as less aesthetically and ethically consequential than a serious consideration of listening and its context. In other words, structural features at their best could catalyze a change in perspective-- to forms of deeper listening-- but could also distract and valorize the surface materials of music, the sounds. (In fact I read a recent 'scientific' study that I can't retrieve now that shows that listeners are unable to distinguish changes in larger temporal structures-- essentially arguing that musical memory is exclusively short-term.) Though I love a good sound, I've become wary of the fetishization of sounds and of "new sounds," which often amounts to simple materialism. Hearing nice things is not what music is about for me. With the guidance of some others (I can and will list many someday), I began to believe in music as frameworks for listening rather than for organizing sound material. Accordingly, my recent pieces have been things to listen-with rather than things to listen-to, building a thing more than telling a story. Using the inherently relational aspects of sound, these pieces are tuned to their context to constitute interventions in listening. In this process I've usually eschewed fixed temporal or sequential musical structures in favor of random or arbitrary presentation of sound elements in time.
Practicing accordingly has opened me to a different type of decision-making in composition: though I still reserve some decisions as intuitive personal choices (where intellectual rationalizations seem inadequate or irrelevant), many are made more or less arbitrarily-- or not made at all. The structural necessities of composing are broken down to just a few non-negotiable essentials. For example, Audience (2015) was an experiment with the bare-bones of a remote performance: performance space, audience, listening, network connection, beginning, middle and end. It was a "no-input" performance with respect to sound material.
Which brings us to the clock pieces (or "A thing is a clock"). (12 3 4) They posit time, space and sound as the only essentials, making use of a compositional structure that can be seen alternatively as arbitrary or absolutely fixed. The sole determinants of temporal structure in these pieces are the hours, minutes and seconds of the clock according to the browser.
A third but equally important source of inspiration here has to do with the most influential change in my creative life over the past five years, something that has certainly broadened my consciousness around time and duration: My typical morning routine includes about an hour of Dachengquan zhan zhuang, a type of standing, still, listening meditation that originates in Chinese qigong practice. Most of my learning from this isn't quite articulable. However, listening to nothing but a duration (or rather an ambience in, of, and from a body) taught me that duration itself merits a close musical treatment as inherently rich content. My meditation practice taught me to endure and enjoy the duration, which then became an important question for my musical practice.
There is something else to these pieces that appeals to me, which is that they project the time into three-dimensional space. Through resonance, a space is filled with the markings of time's continous passage. I don't think this is simply a linguistic trick, but actually a direct test of this concept-- that a clock can occupy a space without being visual, signifying through resonance rather than by mechanical movement. In these pieces the resonances change more or less detectably, though in a related way that light in a specific space can change over the course of a day.
I feel that there's more to say and that I've said enough. Hopefully the pieces and listening can fill in the blanks.
It Is What It Is
May 24, 2016
What we know prevents us from recognizing what we don't know.
--Reza Negarestani, "Where is the Concept?"
It Is What It Is
May 6, 2016
Before we met, I had spent a lifetime devoted to Wittgentstein's idea that the inexpressible is contained-- inexpressibly!-- in the expressed. This idea gets less air time than his more reverential Whereof one cannot speak thereof one must be silent, but it is, I think, the deeper idea. Its paradox is, quite literally, why I write, or how I feel able to keep writing.
For it doesn't feed or exalt any angst one may feel about the incapacity to express, in words, that which eludes them. It doesn't punish what can be said for, by definition, it cannot be. Nor does it ham it up by miming a constricted throat: Lo, what I would say, were words good enough. Words are good enough.
It is idle to fault a net for having holes, my encyclopedia notes.
In this way you can have your empty church with a dirt floor swept clean of dirt and your spectacular stained glass gleaming by the cathedral rafters, both. Because nothing you can say can fuck up the space for God.
--Maggie Nelson, The Argonauts
It Is What It Is
April 25, 2016
Observation acts on its object; listening affects its content:
"Is it possible to observe the breath cycle without disturbing it? Heisenberg's principle of uncertainty (as applied to quantum theory) teaches that
'there is no such thing as mere observing, in the sense that the only action is a one-way action of the object on the observer; every observation we make is bound to act on the object we observe, even if only by the impact of a single quantum of light. In other words, there is always a mutual inter-action between the observer and the object.' (Otto R. Frisch: Atomic Physics Today)
Perhaps participation in Teacher Yourself to Fly is to experience Heisenberg's principle of uncertainty."
--Pauline Oliveros, "On Sonic Meditation" (1973), collected in Software for People
It Is What It Is
January 30, 2016
[It] does not offer itself with proofs and results; it does not vaunt itself, nor is it easy to approach. Like a part of nature, it waits until it is discovered. It offers neither facts nor power, but for lovers of self-knowledge, of wisdom-- if there be such-- it seems to be the right [thing]. To one person its spirit appears as clear as day; to another, shadowy as twilight; to a third, dark as night. He who is not pleased by it does not have to use it, and he who is against it is not obliged to find it true. Let it go forth into the world for the benefit of those who can discern its meaning.
--C.G. Jung, Foreward to the I Ching, 1949
It Is What It Is
January 23, 2016
A wind orchestra positioned itself somewhere in a glade. The musicians sat on the freshly cut pine stumps and placed the sheet music in front of them, although not on music stands but on the grass. The grass is tall, thick, and strong, like the lake reeds, and effortlessly holds up notebooks with sheet music, so the musicians easily see all the notes. Who can tell, perhaps there is no orchestra at all in the glade, but the music is heard from beyond the forest and you feel good. You want to take off your shoes and socks, stand on tiptoe, and looking at the sky, dance to the accompaniment of this distant music; you don't ever want the music to stop. Veta, my darling, do you dance? Of course, my dear, I really love to dance. Then allow me to take you for a spin. With pleasure, with pleasure, with pleasure! But then mowers appear in the glade. Their instruments, their twelve-handed scythes, also shine in the sun, but not like gold, as the musicians' instruments do, but like silver. And the mowers begin to mow. The first mower approaches the trumpet player and, having prepared his scythe-- the music is playing-- with a swift swing cuts those grass stalks that support the notebook with the trumpeter's sheet music. The notebook falls and closes. The trumpet player chokes on a half note and quietly heads off to a grove filled with water springs and the singing of all kinds of birds. The second mower sets out in the direction of the French horn player and does the same thing-- the music is playing-- as the first mower cuts. The French horn player's notebook falls. He gets up and leaves, following the trumpet player. The third mower walks briskly towards the bassoonist, and his notebook-- the music is playing but is becoming quieter-- also falls. And so, by now, three musicians silently, one after the other, go to listen to the birds and to drink spring water. Soon in their footsteps-- the music is playing piano-- walk percussionists, a cornet player, the second and third trumpeters, as well as the flutists, and all of them carry their instruments-- they all carry their own-- and the entire orchestra disappears in the grove; no players touch the mouthpieces with their lips, but the music is playing nevertheless. Now sounding pianissimo, it remains on the glade, and the mowers, disgraced by the miracle, cry and wipe their wet faces with the sleeves of their red peasant shirts. The mowers can't work-- their hands are shaking and their hearts resemble gloomy swamp toads-- but the music keeps playing. It is alive by itself; it is a waltz, which only yesterday was one of us: The man disappeared, changed into sounds, and we will never know about it.
--Sasha Sokolov, A School for Fools, trans. Alexander Boguslawski
It Is What It Is
January 21, 2016
A passage, equally about aesthetics and ethics, that resonates:
"My music is not intended to be listened to as the protagonist, like in a concert situation; rather it becomes part of a complex event in which the music is only part of the whole like all things: trees, people, scents, colors etc. – the idea is that the music connects things.
I propose entering into a relationship with the music, that one considers it, as not simply in front of us, but that we are the music, that we ourselves create the work by being active participants, by listening."
"Listening by Listening"
It Is What It Is
December 10, 2015
"Craziness is more an exacerbation of logic than its negation."
-- César Aira, The Dinner
This statement, emblematic of much of Aira's storytelling, reminded me of contemporary timekeeping technology. My recent clock pieces have coincided with a fascination with, and research into this technology-- which strikes me as both dazzlingly intricate and ludicrously excessive in its quest for greater and greater precision. I've made some unsuccessful attempts at expressing my clock fascination in writing so far... maybe something will surface here soon. In the meanwhile this fragment will do.
Clock piece and claves improvisation
November 18, 2015
Below is a video excerpt of a recent performance in La Capilla de Hacienda Sta Barbara, Tlaxcala MX on November 14, 2015. It also features Odds & Ends (Xavier Lopez, Supercollider / Florence Lucas, visuals) and Gudinni Cortina playing white noise from portable speakers.
It Is What It Is
October 21, 2015
Robert Morris writes the following in his "Notes on Sculpture Part 2," published in 1966. It just as easily comments on sound/music work; just replace the words "object" and "shapes" with "sound," and "light" with "resonance." As it articulates a balance between so-called ocular and non-ocular features of the work, we can also extend it to express a reasonable attitude between the so-called cochlear and non-cochlear features of sound work.
"The sensuous object, resplendent with compressed internal relations, has had to be rejected. That many considerations must be taken into account in order that the work keep its place as a term in the expanded situation hardly indicates a lack of interest in the object itself. But the concerns now are for more control of and/or cooperation of the entire situation. Control is necessary if the variables of object, light, space, and body are to function. The object itself has not become less important. It has merely become less self-important. By taking its place as a term among others, the object does not fade off into some bland, neutral, generalized, or otherwise retiring shape.
So much of what is positive in giving to shapes the necessary but non-dominating, noncompressed presence has not yet been articulated. Yet much of the judging of these works seems based on the sensing of the rightness of the specific, non-neutral weight of the presence of a particular shape as it bears on the other necessary terms."
Jordan Topiel Paul & J. Gordon Faylor
October 9-12, 2015 HDTS: Epicenter
Robber's Roost Motel, Room #15, Green River UT
It's been three years now since I took a traveling field research job that sends me for weeks, sometimes months at a time on the road throughout the United States. By day, I drive a rental car from one data collection site to the next. By night, I arrive at a nondescript motel, open my door with the swipe of a keycard, and within a few hours fall asleep.
After drifting from one motel to another, from Massachusetts to Florida to Tennessee to North Dakota to Kansas, etc., I began to experience something surreal-- that I could travel hundreds of miles each day and still arrive in what felt like the same place each night. On one hand, these motels are designed with such a smooth aesthetic (more accurately: anaesthetic) that one could ignore their details and experience only the repetitive architecture of sameness regardless of the location. On the other hand, a durational repetition of this structure amplifies the small details that stand out as slightly distinct: the view from the window, an awkwardly placed door stop, an unusual carpet pattern, an especially loud mini-fridge.
Since falling under the hypnotic spell of the US motel travel experience, I began taking photos and audio recordings in these strange structures. Are they not a dispersed, disjointed masterpiece of serial minimalist architecture? Observing the unattended details of these spaces, what do we learn about attenuation by design?
A definition of attenuation is the perceptual reduction of a repetitive or constant signal-- for instance, when you cease to hear the hum of an air conditioner in your room after some time. This phenomenon has become a common thread in my work, in projects ranging from a Smooth Jazz research/DJ outfit, to web-based sound installations, to electro-acoustic music performances. In each of these areas, materials are situated on the edge between background noise and signal, attenuated and attended. The causes of attenuation are culturally mediated as well as physiological: As I write this, I barely notice the noise coming from out my window, the texture of the ceiling, or my laptop screen color settings. Someone who hasn't been here would hear the trucks, construction hammering, sirens, street vendors, dogs barking, airplanes passing, etc., and see the strange stucco ceiling and reddish tint of my screen-- which I only hear and see now because I'm thinking about them. This is a feature of being at home in an environment. Attenuation of detail is central to motel design: on entering, guests experience a sterile familiarity that allows them, in the absence of feeling like any other place, to feel at home.
Motel Room, running from October 9 to 12 in Green River Utah, is a multimedia meditation on motel aesthetics presented in its native environment: a motel room. Faylor's text for the installation simultaneously operates within and riffs on these phenomenological qualities. With facets of theory and fiction, it edges toward text's limits as repeatable objects in a linear space. From other angles it points beyond that space-- to the room where it sits, to the audio recordings and photos of rooms similar to it. Together the installation functions as a mise en abyme of the smooth, the serial, the attenuated.
From the days of its settling, the majority of people who experience Green River do so as a waypoint to other destinations, whether spending the night in a motel room or refueling at the truck stop. This is clear from the number of motels that populate both sides of Main Street. From a resident's perspective, however, Green River is slow, permanent, and known in minute detail. There could be no better place to contemplate the features of motel aesthetics than a town rooted on one hand in transient experience, and on the other, in isolated stillness.
The first performance of Audience took place on June 22, 2015 between a motel room in Salisbury, North Carolina and the Galería Manuel Felguérez at CENART in Mexico City. To date it's my work that most directly advances the proposition that the essential activity of composition is listening.
Typically my way of operating is to research, visit, and listen to a space before I conceptualize any program or process to undergo for a performance. Listening always reveals what I need to do as a composer (and if it doesn't, then maybe there's nothing to be done). For this occasion, working with a space that I knew I wouldn't be able to visit before the performance, I modified the step of performing by merging it with preliminary listening: a microphone was set up in the space, its signal streaming live online for me to listen in remotely. The performance began when listening started and it ended when listening stopped.
The audience, who were invited to participate in this activity as they normally are, were given folding chairs to place and sit in wherever they pleased in the gallery. The microphone was positioned in the front of the room like a live performer would be, though it was pointed towards the audience rather than away. The performance was essentially a structured listening session: for a designated amount of time we would all listen together (to the audience, to the space) without any audio inputs. One microphone served as my surrogate ears to the space while the audience had no way of listening to me. A few questions, intended to be distributed at the event, were posed:
What is composition? Structured listening?
What is the sound of an audience listening?
How do remote/proxy bodies and real bodies listen together?
Has listening changed?
What to me was a strong idea conceptually presented problems socially: namely, how to stage a concert without putting any sound into it and frame that privation as a positive experience-- not a fuck-you, not a pitting of composer vs. audience, not an ego trip. This depended entirely on the care and attitude in the event's presentation.
At the time I was on a work assignment in North Carolina but was able to listen quite clearly from the wifi connection in my Super8 motel room. Because some aspects of the event's production and presentation were not ideal (which maybe I should have foreseen and addressed in advance), the essentials of the piece did not come across: those in attendance didn't reach a critical mass of listeners to constitute a public audience; and whether related to that or not, no formal announcement was made that the piece had begun or ended. In a work with so few recognizable elements (space, audience, remote listening setup, beginning, listening, end), each has to be clearly communicated in order for the idea to work properly. Although I was actively listening throughout the piece's specified time frame, the audience was unable to do the same because there was no clear signal of beginning or end.
It's taken me some time to write about this performance after the fact because I've felt disappointed and disillusioned with the process. I was maybe at my peak of trust in certain people and institutions and the mishaps of this event were a bit derailing. (I don't want to give the impression that there are any hard feelings; while there was some miscommunication, I believe it's always within the artist's ability and responsibility to make things right rather than blaming others for things going wrong.) With some time passed now, I see this is a necessary hiccup for my development, a learning experience that will inform the way I communicate with people and work on subsequent stagings of this same idea.
Sincere thanks to the folks who made the event possible and who came out and listened.
It Is What It Is
August 11, 2015
"So much needs to be reiterated and redrawn in order for emptiness to appear."
"This is life seen by life. I may not have meaning but it is the same lack of meaning that a pulsing vein has."
--Clarice Lispector, Agua Viva
It Is What It Is
March 31, 2015
"...One can never locate a medium in isolation... A phonograph disc and a PVC construction pipe, to take another example, are differentiated not by their material, which is molecularly identical, but rather by the various mechanisms with which they can meaningfully connect (the former with a stylus, the latter with a valve). Indeed, the requirement of multiple materials obtains even in the low-tech case of the most conventional poem; to know whether or not a piece of paper has been printed requires sufficient light and enough space to position the sheet in the field of vision. However absurdly obvious these requirements sound when enumerated in this way, they are not trivial for a rigorous definition of media."
--Craig Dworkin, No Medium
It Is What It Is
March 5, 2015
"It isn’t what it looks like but what it is that is of basic importance."
Performed January 23, 2015 at a small housewarming party concert
Colonia Nápoles, Mexico City
This is a thread of work that excites me even though it's in most ways much more traditional than other areas of my practice: there is no online, indeterminate component; there is a clear beginning and end; sound objects are fixed in the sequence of the form rather than variable; I perform live on traditional percussion instruments; and much more emphasis is placed on the sound produced than its immediate interactions with listening in the architectural space. This is all for a purpose, though, and that is to realize a particular idea as directly as possible without ornamentation-- the phenomenon of attenuation in music and listening.
Attenuation is the listener's gradual reduction of attention to a signal as it repeats or sustains over time. On one end of the spectrum attenuation is purely physiological, as in when a new sound repeats or sustains regularly enough over a short period of time that it isn't heard (as in, after entering a room with a loud air conditioner or being close to repetitive construction hammering, you no longer pay attention to it). On the other end of the spectrum is a more culturally-mediated attenuation: sirens are a good example of something relatively unattended at home, but on hearing a foreign siren my attention is piqued. And then eventually I get used to this sound. Most attenuation is somewhere on the spectrum between purely physiological and purely cultural, which yields an interesting variety of listening experience in musical context. Another definition is simply the reduction of a signal, but that one is less important than the one concerning listening.
So this piece proceeds from a simple premise but its elements become somewhat complicated as they are layered. The known entity is that attenuation comes naturally over time with repetition and sustain; what's less known is how this process proceeds when a listener is thinking about it, when multiple elements are repeating, sustaining, fading in and out over a relatively short period of time, and how physical presence (acoustic vs. digital sound) and relative volume interact with attention. This is an art project and not a scientific study, so luckily these are questions to be asked in various ways without ever expecting or seeking objective answers. One way of understanding composition is as a set of questions to guide listening. Happily there are many more questions to be asked around the theme of attenuation.
Sound materials included two field recordings, one nearly indistinguishable from white noise but that was made at a large fountain in a nearby neighborhood; another a direct recording outside the window at the performance space, also nearly indistinguishable from the ambient sound at the time of performance. The latter recording plays through the entirety of the piece, but is only really discernible as a recording (and not noise from out the window) at the end when all other sounds go quiet. White noise is my primary material when thinking about attenuation since it's so immersive and attractive at first but so easy to attenuate within seconds. The piece begins with a fade-in of the off-white fountain recording which both cuts out and recedes slowly at different points in the piece. For the majority of the first half, I juxtapose the digital off-white with a sustained action of brushes on snare drum, also with an off-white character. In both of these materials one can attend to irregularities, hear voices (in the recording) and movement-- or on the other hand, attenuate them, as we are typically conditioned, as white noise.
From out of these off-white sounds emerge other tones, fading in and high-frequency, which are probably difficult to hear at first but then become more obvious. But with these the listening process identifies them over time as faintly present -> definite -> sustained -> attenuated, a process which is different for each listener and probably depends on position and individual attention sensibilities. A handheld oscillator/instrument tuner is introduced during this time as well, masked at first by white noise and then obvious (abrasive, even) as the noise fades. Then the second section shifts from focus on sustains to focus on repetition. Digital clicks, fading in and out, and metronomic clave playing (or at least as metronomic as I was able) repeat at various pulses. Off-white noise returns later in this section, layering a sustained sound mass over the repetitive clicks. At this point the interactions of acoustic masking (one sound perceived as 'covering' another due to volume and proximity), pulse, sustain, and acoustic-vs-digital (live claves vs clicks/noise) are at a peak. My guess is that this is too much information to NOT attenuate. On the other hand, my attention is different from everyone else's. Eventually these elements fade out and what's left is a reduction in energy and demand on attention. At this point the ambient field recording rides out the remaining seconds of the performance, revealing that a perceived baseline of silence was in fact an easily attenuated recording the entire time. When this recording cuts out abruptly, the natural ambience of the room takes on a different perspective or dimension.
In this sense, the music acts differently from most of my other work, which usually seeks to focus the listening on the space and time during the performance. In this piece the density and relentlessness of sound perhaps make that too difficult. The sound is more disorienting than orienting. Instead what happens here is that the full shift of perception on the space occurs after the music ends. The listening apparatus is jostled (or equally plausible, lulled to sleep), and then the resting state afterwards assumes an altered dimension. But I think that attenuation is such a fertile area for music that there are plenty of possible narratives or outcomes depending on how these future studies are structured.
January 9, 2015
In the West timekeeping technology began with environmental signals and sundials that demarcated fractions of earth's daily rotation. Later, signalling its authority, the Church tolled the official hours with bells. With industrialization, the mechanical clock then became critical to measure work shifts; analog clocks and wristwatches displayed time at home, in the workplace, and on the body. Presently an international standard timekeeping organization, which defines seconds in terms of the atomic decay of caesium-133 under specific conditions, dictates the exact time in each zone and synchronizes timekeeping devices through electronic signals and electromagnetic waves. On the internet time is measured according to the milliseconds elapsed since 00:00:00 AM on January 1, 1970 and distributed by the Network Time Protocol (NTP). Chances are the devices you use to tell time are coordinated through telecommunications networks using NTP.
Music is made of time. Changes in timekeeping technology alter our perceptions and conceptions of time and music. Musical production and experience will change in parallel. Below are studies in internet-based musical time. Rather than the typical musical piece which constitutes its own independent epoch, these pieces are anchored in absolute time, progressing according to the standards and artificial idiosynracies of internet-synchronized universal time (UTC).
"The great natural poem about anything is its name"
It Is What It Is
December 9, 2014
"We are most concerned because having experienced joy we know that it prevails and we think that with violence, destructiveness, possessiveness and frustration we are off the track. The transcendent response that is free from and unrelated to the concrete environment is so blissful and seems so much more innocent that we wish to maintain it at the expense of a concrete response. But it is not possible and it is not desirable. We are as though on an adventurous journey and frustration merely points out those things to be avoided and the rest maintain us on our way. We cannot understand details but we can know the truth about it and accept it all and be contented.
It is sometimes baffling to the rest of us that we have to do so much work that is unrelated to art work. But looking back we see the positive aspect of all our actions...You can see that discontent is a positive state of mind urging us on to discover our function.
Now we must consider the idea of power because without freedom we cannot make our full response. With the idea of power in our minds we are subject to that power. If you believe in it, then it exists for you and you are naturally subject to it. But in reality there is no power anywhere."
--Agnes Martin, Writings
It Is What It Is
December 2, 2014
"Or is [listening] a construction that assumes form, assembling a great number of variables, and therefore something that cannot be repeated twice according to the same pattern? Every time I seek to relive the emotion of a previous [listening], I experience different and unexpected impressions, and do not find again those of before. At certain moments it seems to me that between one [listening] and the next there is a progression: in the sense, for example, of penetrating further into the spirit of the [sound], or of increasing my critical detachment. At other moments, on the contrary, I seem to retain the memory of the [listenings] of a single [sound] one next to another, enthusiastic or cold or hostile, scattered in time without a perpective, without a thread that ties them together. The conclusion I have reached is that [listening] is an operation without object; or that its true object is itself. The [music] is an accessory aid, or even a pretext."
--Reader #3 from Italo Calvino's If on a winter's night a traveler (adapted)
Rhythm and Duration Study
October 7, 2014
It's been some years since I've developed a collaborative performance piece and this one is a proud return. While still retaining aspects of the netmusic concept, working with Rolando Hernández allowed us to push this project into some different areas in both process and outcome.
We both have experience as improvisers and composers, which I think lent us some flexibility in working out the details of the piece over the course of several days. It was a rare mix of clear and thorough verbal communication and a type of parallel collective intuition that guided our process. It seems we've both arrived at similar milestones-- ethically, aesthetically, personally-- despite our very different starting points and possibly different future trajectories. I think the evolution in this piece is a nice outward display of those affinities and the moment when they emerged.
A surface example of this is the necessity to create a piece starting with language. In the past my solo works have gestated in non-languistic areas of my consciousness; where I've been able to write about my work, the words have come after the fact. But in collaboration some language is necessary to delineate certain preliminary structures, to come to agreements about the terms of the non-discursive elements that will follow. This has been unfamiliar to me recently, and I have to thank Rolando for making the transition here pretty seemless.
From the beginning we were both interested in exploring the same things: time as a function of rhythm and duration. To summarize our piece very simply, we created a rigid structure of five equal-duration sections, each with a different rhythm/duration concept. Each section beginning would signal a return to synchrization for our two "voices," which would then diverge in some way through the length of the section. The first two and a half sections dealt with rhythm; exactly midway through the piece an imaginary axis of symmetry signals a switch from rhythmic concepts to durational concepts that are mirror images of the preceding rhythms (durations being the negative image of rhythms). The next two and a half sections proceed as rough mirror images of the preceding sections. Below is a score for this general structure.
The software part of this piece occupies a precarious space musically: It is an independent program, a website, a score fragment, a document of the performances, a generative backing-track to future performances, possibly a stand-alone piece. It's complicated.
This past Friday I performed a solo version of the Study in Richmond VA using my laptop, a powered speaker for amplification, brushes on a snare drum, and claves. Though it was the first time since 2008 that I performed on percussion, I felt reasonably confident in my abilities because of my kung fu practice. It turns out that the two practices are very transferable. Most of the performance was captured on this recording, courtesy of Bryan Eubanks. Unlike the first performance where listeners were focused entirely on the music, this realization was subject to plenty of background conversation, as I had anticipated for this First Friday opening at Black Iris Gallery. I find that there's no other way to deal with this type of "sound competition" than to focus, continue, and treat it like any other type of environmental sound. Eventually the performance generated enough focused attention among those present that the conversations naturally faded.
In this interpretation I decided to read my own line backwards rather than playing Rolando's. This realization foregrounds more the negative image concept than the divergence-in-each-section concept-- a welcome variation in what I hope will be a fertile future for this piece. Rather than a first half of entirely pulses (computer pulses, claves) and a second half of entirely durations (rain sample and brushes on snare drum), this version featured contrasting material elements throughout.
I want to take this space to thank people who made the above possible: Rolando Hernández for his friendship and continuous work on the composition and performance; Bryan Eubanks for encouraging me to pick up percussion again and attempt a solo version; Martha Alvarez Montero for co-hosting the apartment concert with me; Benjamin and the Black Iris Gallery in Richmond for hosting the second one; and Andrew Lafkas and Todd Capp for further inspiration and support.
On image circulation, but equally pertinent to netmusic:
"We are as unable to stabilize a copy as a copy as we are unable to stabilize an original as an original. There are no eternal copies, just as there are no eternal originals. Reproduction is as much infected by originality as originality is infected by reproduction. By circulating through different contexts a copy becomes a series of different originals. Every change of context, every change of medium can be interpreted as a negation of the status of a copy as a copy-- as an essential rupture, as a new start that opens out a new future. In this sense, a copy is never really a copy, but rather always a new original in a new context."
-- Boris Groys, "The Topology of Contemporary Art"
It Is What It Is
August 25, 2014
"We live most of the hours of our lives in enclosed spaces; thus our acoustical lives are governed by the effects of these large resonators."
-- Everett & Pohlmann, Master Handbook of Acoustics
It Is What It Is
August 15, 2014
The fish trap exists because of the fish; once you've gotten the fish, you can forget the trap. The rabbit snare exists because of the rabbit; once you've gotten the rabbit, you can forget the snare. Words exist because of meaning; once you've gotten the meaning, you can forget the words. Where can I find a man who has forgotten words so I can have a word with him?
Zhuangzi (Chuang-Tzu), Section 26, Trans. B Watson
Louder is better / Compression profiles for times of day
August 14, 2014
"Hardware multiband compressors are also commonly used in the on-air signal chain of a radio station, either AM or FM, in order to increase the station's apparent loudness without fear of overmodulation. Having a louder sound is often considered an advantage in commercial competition. However, adjusting a multiband output compressor of a radio station also requires some artistic sense of style, plenty of time and a good pair of ears. This is because the constantly changing spectral balance between audio bands may have an equalizing effect on the output, by dynamically modifying the on-air frequency response. A further development of this approach is programmable radio output processing, where the parameters of the multiband compressor automatically change between different settings according to the current programme block style or the time of day."
It Is What It Is
June 14, 2014
James Tenney: Composition, Communication, Creativity
Composition for me is mostly motivated by curiosity. First of all, an interest in answering the question: what will it sound like if I do such and such? But then, also, a desire to hear it. It's a desire for a certain kind of experience, a certain kind of sensory experience, which does not involve communication. Now, you speak of just about anything involving the senses as a communication process in an abstract way, but when I say communication, I mean something involving intention. There is an intention on the part of the sender to produce a signal which means something specific to the receiver, and the receiver is made to understand something through the receipt of the signal.
The only way in which that is relevant to my work is to say that what I want to be understood is just the message itself, the signal itself. It's not about something else. It's simply the basis for an experience. And I make music with the awareness that other people are going to hear it; so in a certain sense, I make it for other people to hear, but primarily because I want to hear it. Although I could imagine being quite delighted to sit in a studio and produce music that interested me, I'm a social being too, so it's part of my way of being in the world.
I think we're all channels, in a certain sense, for a creative process which already exists in the universe. There is what could be called a creative process involved, which historically has led from, you know, the world of elementary particles to atoms, to complex molecules, to complex organic molecules, to simple living cells. Biological evolution is a manifestation of a creative process which is inherent in matter, or inherent in the material world.
I am not thinking of a separate creative agency that puts these together. There must be a tendency in this direction-- which is, of course, countered by the opposite tendency of entropy-- but it exists, evidently. What you want to call it, and how inherent you wish to believe it is in just plain old matter and energy-- that's where the questions arise.
We're all vehicles for creative intelligence. But it's not something that comes through us from outside of the material world; it's something that's inherent in the material world itself, I think.
The promiscuous openness of the ear, a hole that takes all comers, means that we as living systems are open to and invaded by the world. Sound queers the self/world boundary, all day, every day. It blurs the edges of any self that the subject-machine cares to hail; even in the midst of 'Hey you, here's your House music,' there are other noises afoot, other sounds playing, other ways to become something more or less than one more obedient minority subject.
Sound-- not music but sound-- can let us hear what is not yet locatable on the available maps of identity. Hearing the queerness of sound might help us echolocate the edges of subjection and encounter everything that stands outside the hailing process.
Religion, whatever it is, is a man's total reaction upon life, so why not say that any total reaction upon life is a religion? Total reactions are different from casual reactions, and total attitudes are different from casual attitudes. To get at them you must go behind the foreground of existence and reach down to that curious sense of the whole residual cosmos as an everlasting presence, intimate or alien, terrible or amusing, lovable or odious, which in some degree every one possesses.
-- William James, The Varieties of Religious Experience
Notes on Two for Umbral
May 9, 2014
I performed a third site-specific netmusic piece this past Tuesday night at the cafe Yume in Mexico City's Colonia Escandon. The situation was considerably different from previous performances: the venue was an indoor space, more of a small concert setting than I've ever played previously; and it was the closing act of the three-night series Umbral, which featured ten sets of musicians from Europe and North America. This felt like a departure from my first performance in DF, a one-night event where I performed on the rooftop after two very different indoor sets by Mexico City natives.
The main challenge this presented to me was tuning to this space-- both because there was little time to listen and test my work without the regular activities of the cafe (music, conversation, daytime noise from the open-air doorway), and because ears and bodies would be a bit fatigued after two sets (or nine, counting the entire series) at midnight on a Tuesday. Since my process typically involves highlighting certain acoustic elements in the performance site, isolating the elements on a busy cafe Monday morning that would be present on Tuesday night concert was somewhat tricky.
But certain elements were solid enough to work from, and I started with a few field recordings in the space. From these I worked out a set of pitches that would harmonize-- in a both literal and abstract senses-- with the ambience. Again, after hours of listening and tuning, I deferred my urge to devise a structure immediately. Instead I tested out various playing positions around the cafe, combinations of tones, and sequences of recorded material. Acoustically notable were the space's high ceilings that trapped certain high tones, drones of multiple refrigerators, and the periodic crunch of ice dropping in the ice machine. Plus the pleasant taps, hums and hisses of various espresso drinks being made.
Eventually the structure materialized into two main parts separated by a long pause. The first part begins with the only field recording from inside the space, a harmonic and noisy drone from the bathroom vent. The recording is unprocessed with the exception of volume adjustments and conversion to decent quality MP3/Ogg files. Another file begins at a variable time interval as this first one fades out-- it is the same recording, but converted to a low quality (48 kbps) MP3 file. Since the MP3 algorithm was designed to render file compression noise less audible-- hiding it under the recording's already predominant frequencies, I'm interested in highlighting and listening to this "less audible" noise. On a cultural level, I also find it necessary to attend to the processes that transform routine experiences, especially those that act in a subliminal way; foregrounding MP3 conversion noise is one straightforward way to accomplish this.
Somewhere in the middle of the this low-quality MP3 recording a set of six tones begin to repeat themselves at variable volumes and intervals of time between repetitions. After a few minutes, the long pause. Then, a different set of six tones, also tuned to aspects of the performance space. The low-quality MP3 recording fades in again, but to my ears sounds different as it emerges for the second time-- without the prelude of the normal-quality version of itself and with a different set of tones sounding. The computer sound ends when this low-quality MP3 recording fades out. At this point the afterimage of digital sound and the drone of the performance space continue to interact. The performance ends when I walk over to the laptop (which has been perched on a metallic countertop next to the espresso machine) and close it.
Thanks to Rolando Hernandez and Gudinni Cortina for producing an excellent series (and asking me to play) and to Silvia and Yume staff for enduring test tones in all corners of the space.
It Is What It Is
April 24, 2014
The main idea in this short essay by Budhaditya Chattopadhyay is an argument against sound art curators privileging "sound objects" in exhibitions and in favor of exploring "the cognitive-associative thought processes triggered by sound, drawing lines between the source of sound and the listener’s mind that apprehends it." In other words, in my interpretation: presenting sounds to stand on their own so they are unencumbered by visual or material referents. Further:
"I agree with sound-theorists that sound is less closely tied to the Kantian category of substance than vision, and therefore any attempt to frame sound within an artistic object or artifact poses problems of a philosophical nature."
Who says this and on what basis? I read this argument as a justification for sonic-exceptionalism without much depth. It is only since the electronic age that sound might have appeared removed from substance-- from instruments, voices, objects, nature. But in fact, it's just gained a layer of mediation (physically, transduction) and it's still, even at its most abstract, dependent on the material hardware of its transmission: vibrating media, amplification, speakers, room acoustics, bodies, etc.
Sound is not just waves. It has become easy to look at waveforms on a computer or oscillator and say "that's sound," but it isn't-- it's a graphical representation. Sound originates from one vibrating medium and resonates through others. To deny sound's involvement in the material world is paradoxically quite materialistic: treating sound as a pure, sensuous, autonomous phenomenon removes it from the real and material particulars of its existence. Sound as such is thus easier to objectify, commodify and disconnect from the conceptual baggage, both positive and negative, of its production and transmission. Smooth jazz is a favorite example of a music that began as a radical political and aesthetic expression of the Black American experience (early jazz) and, through abstraction and clever production over several decades, led to an innocuous surrogate for itself that helps us shop easier and relax in the dentist's waiting room. This is what happens when we detach sound from its history and origins. On an elemental level, perhaps we can say that this A-flat or that white noise is semantically abstract in itself, but the processes that enabled you to hear it are not.
I can get carried away on this topic. The further we abstract things from their origins, the easier they are to manipulate in nefarious ways. Think about the abstraction of money from labor, electricity from fossil fuel extraction, meat from living animals... and the importance of understanding things on ecological rather than isolated terms is apparent. Sound is no different. Chattopadhyay even compares the abstract flow of sound to that of "big data," suggesting that our exposure to the latter would make the former seem "less esoteric" in contemporary times. We all have good reason to feel hesitant to surrender to the abstract flow of big data; it makes sense to remain aware of how things are connected. Why is sound any different?
Chattopadhyay suggests that curators need to approach sound-oriented work with a level of sensitivity that comes from experienced listening. And that this entails selecting work based on its merit and appropriateness, not on whether it leans "on a visual 'prop' to anchor its sonic experience." This, we both agree, is responsible curating. However, if the presentation format or physical particulars of audio art are to blame for limiting the experience of sound in an exhibition, the problem is not the art's objecthood, but more likely insensitive curating.
It seems like a concept of "auto-curating" would entail giving the work enough space and time for an audience to experience its full perceptual and conceptual range. If the work is a recording limited physically to its digital encoding or recording medium, it might not belong in an exhibition. If it requires a special hardware installation, then the physicality of the installation is undeniably part of the work. Rather than excluding materiality from the curating and consequently the making of audio art, it's worth looking deeper into why these aspects of the work seem at odds.
I should acknowledge that there is plenty of compelling 'sound art'(?) whose only physical anchors are software, hardware and playback platforms. And I do get the sense that this is the type of work that Chattopadhyay's essay is treating. An important distinction should be made, and it was this omission that got me going writing this response in the first place: Some sound work does demand a neutral listening space free of visual distractions, but this is a necessity for a particular and relatively narrow genre within a larger group of artists who make so-called sound art. I'd like to believe that these artists wisely recognize this "sound only" approach as an historical convention of the genre and wilfully work within it-- not through a philosophical belief in sound's autonomy from the rest of the world.
Concepts of listening and sound-oriented curating can be inclusive-- of sound's "cochlear" or "associative" phenomena and its material and conceptual relationships.
It Is What It Is
April 17, 2014
Who can be interested purely in sound, however high its 'fidelity'? Improvisation is a language spontaneously developed amongst the players and between players and listeners. Who can say in what consists the mode of operation of this language? Is it likely that it is reducible to electrical impulses on tape and the oscillation of a loudspeaker membrane? On this reactionary note, I abandon the topic.
News has to travel somehow and tape is probably in the last analysis just as adequate a vehicle as hearsay, and certainly just as inaccurate.
Integrity: What we do in the actual event is important - not only what we have in mind. Often what we do is what tells us what we have in mind.
The difference between making the sound and being the sound. The professional musician makes the sounds (in full knowledge of them as they are external to him); AMMis their sounds (as ignorant of them as one is about one's own nature).
What you can look at and see are forms and colors; what you can listen to and hear are names and sounds. What a pity! - that the men of the world should suppose that form and color, name and sound are sufficient to convey the truth of a thing. It is because in the end they are not sufficient to convey truth that "those who know do not speak, those who speak do not know." But how can the world understand this!
Zhuangzi (Chuang-Tzu), Section 13, Trans. B Watson
It Is What It Is
January 16, 2014
Jennifer Gans is a clinical psychologist and researcher who specializes in this kind of therapy for tinnitus. She calls it mindfulness. Sixteen years ago, Gans was hit by a truck and sent into a five-day coma. That accident, and the painful recovery that followed, made her especially attuned to managing pain. She has since developed a mindfulness program for tinnitus, modeled after techniques used for chronic pain. Key to the program is accepting the tinnitus, she said. Focusing on it, rather than pushing it away and turning inward to harness existing powers of healing.
"There's a Buddhist saying: pain in life is inevitable, but suffering is optional," she said. "I'm working with the people on their suffering about their tinnitus, helping them to change their relationship to the tinnitus or whatever pain in life comes their way."
She calls it "moving into" the tinnitus, and compares it to driving on ice.
"If you turn away from the skid as we're not supposed to, the car spins out of control," she explains. "But if you move into the skid, there's this moment of skidding with it where all of a sudden, you reestablish balance, eventually. And so that is essentially what I see as what's helpful for tinnitus -- it's not pulling away from it."
Netmusic Performances, Post-Performance
December 28, 2013
In recent months I began to present my netmusic pieces as live performances. As I wrote on specific pieces below (Chord 2013, Agujero), the composition process begins with several days of tuning to the performance spaces. For the concert I then present the finished composition in that space, performed by a web browser on a laptop. At this time the relationship between the composition and the surrounding space is clear: the composition was created for, tuned to, and in some cases built from found sounds in this place. Though I've written a fair amount on these pieces' lives during the performance, I haven't gotten into what happens afterwards.
The same day these pieces are performed, they're posted online here at topiel.info, joining the previous set of netmusic works that exist online only, not as IRL performances. Through this project one area that has interested me is the way they transform, confuse, and merge space. As space is a necessity of sound's existence, all sounds in these netmusic pieces are related to the spaces of their origins. Whether these sounds are field recordings (as in Sometimes) or tiny electronic signals transduced to acoustic ones (as in Nibbles), the original spaces are encapsulated in the sound material of each composition. Then several translations occur: I digitize them, convert them to MP3 and Ogg files, and upload these to a server whose exact physical location is unknown to me. Then when someone accesses them in, say, a motel room in Pensacola, their browser reads the files in a particular way, sends them to a sound card that converts them back into electrical signals for the speakers to transduce again into acoustic waves, then this sound resonates in the motel room, between and in the objects and bodies that are there to listen. Though a number of parameters in these compositions are determined, this process that happens during each instance of playback is never exactly the same because of the inherent variability in this transmission.
An interesting consequence of this series of transformations is that the work becomes an artifact of its spaces and processing. This is something that I find compelling about the internet in general-- that despite its seeming global uniformity, there are still perceptible traces of the local, the original physical origins and pathways that signals traverse.
What does it mean when a geographically site-specific composition becomes a virtual site-specific composition? In this case the original sonics of these works are tailored to their environment with the knowledge that they will be performed there. But then these specific characteristics are exported to very different environments. This is one way of articulating a very exact location in a different one, a grafting of one sonic environment's trace onto another space. Robert Smithson's Nonsites come to mind as similar in their abstract representation or mapping of places. It isn't really a concern whether this space-on-space phenomenon sounds good in a conventional musical sense (what criteria of musical taste should apply here anyway?). Rather, I find the value in experiencing these traces of a highway overpass in Queens while I listen from a laptop in a Pensacola motel room. This potential of grafting one site's acoustic character onto an entirely different one demonstrates in a very corporeal way the everyday geographical displacements that the internet constantly enacts. To listen to this process is to become sensitive to its resonances with our places, routines, bodies, and work.
Paralell to the online displacement of space is the displacement of time. Each of these pieces was performed for and at a specific time. Since I uploaded them online, they can now be played whenever they're accessed. Each playback session has a different duration within a predetermined range (for example Agujero is always between 18:00 and 30:20 in total duration, with subsections of varying durations as well), so each playback constitutes a unique performance of its own. This is unlike playing a recording as recordings are always the same each time they're played. There is an ambiguous relationship between the original 'live' performance and all subsequent playback sessions in different times and places. Though the live performance was the first, we can't say it's original or any truer than the other plays. It's the first, but it's also just one of many which are all generated from the same files and code. There is no browser or hardware or space that performs the piece "better" and no playback is a ever a reproduction of any other. Is this the beginning of generative documentation? That's one way to imagine it, although how can documentation be equally primary as the event that it documents? Perhaps a better way to understand it is as an obsolescence of documentation. Or maybe the entire work is documentation of an elusive or theoretical original.
In the same way the performances aim to highlight existing elements in acoustic space, the online dimension of these pieces do the same with virtual space. Sound catalyzes a process of listening to the environment. I consider this work less an intervention than a tuning and sympathetic resonance with what's already going on. As always, it is what it is.
It Is What It Is
December 18, 2013
A blanket of snow may be used like paper or canvas on which marks and traces can be made. Snow also lends itself as inexpensive, although ephemeral, construction material for shape-oriented sculpture. Neither approach goes essentially beyond what is traditionally conceived of as painting or sculpture.
Another attitude, however, would be to consider snow as part of a large meteorological system determined by humidity, temperature, air pressure, velocity, and direction of winds as well as topographical characteristics of the earth. All of these factors are interrelated and affect each other. Taking such an attitude would lead to working strategies that could expose the functioning and the consequences of these interdependent processes.
For a formalist the resulting situations might appear as just another black-and-white drawing or three-dimensional composition to be judged according to standard rules of formal accomplishment. However, formal criteria bypass the systems concept and are therefore irrelevant.
New York City, February, 1969
It Is What It Is, Inverse Perspective
December 8, 2013
"Only from the perspective of the represented can surrounding space be understood. Everything is oriented to it. That which is represented is no longer an observable object, but rather the sole mediator of the entirety of the place. I believe one could say that in an inverse perspectival music this "represented" leads to an identification with the individual listener: precisely BECAUSE here one cannot speak of a "represented." A "that which is represented" is missing in sound. In its place a space is left open as in a mirror. Sound, music, becomes a portrait of its individual perceivers.
(...Inattentiveness implies open-ended wandering. And only this can lead to the "encounter," to that which might still not be established a priori.)"
*These notes are a follow-up to notes on Chord 2013, which describe some basic conceptual origins of the netmusic performance projects. These notes directly below are more specific to the performance of Agujero / Hole. For an introduction to the Netmusic project, click here.
"A thing is a hole in a thing it is not" --Robert Smithson quoting Carl Andre
I had the privilege of performing the second site-specific netmusic piece in Mexico City on November 23, at the home of Maria and Lats (elusive last names) at Dr Atl 217 in Santa Maria la Ribera. Rolando Hernandez, who graciously coordinated the night of music (titled "Error 404"), set me up with Lats and Maria after the originally planned venue fell through. Though I only began working on the piece four days before the concert, I was given enough hours each day to deal with the space and eventually present something I felt enthusiastic about.
My process began by a long period of "tuning," something that's become essential to my concept of practice. It entails a combination of listening, recording, playing tones in the space, walking around to hear different acoustic perspectives and material characteristics in the space, more listening, etc. In this case the space I chose was the rooftop of the house. I do this for hours and try not to have any ideas until later. I find that trying to not have ideas (which is impossible), the ideas that do pop up later on are the ones that are right. They've given the space and my tuning/listening process enough time to breathe before they assert something. Then I hold on to those ideas loosely with the understanding that they still might not be the best ones for the situation. Because with time the environment changes. The fountain in the park across the street, for example, was a prominent sound there in the afternoon, but later it shut off and gave way to candy hawkers, evening traffic and distant covers of Pink Floyd.
The space was extremely rich acoustically. As the house was situated on a corner and across from a park, an interesting mix of teenagers skating, voices, birds, sirens, dogs and steady auto traffic mixed with other nearby light-industrial drones (drills?). The nearly chest-height concrete wall that enclosed the roof, as well as the full-sized exterior walls of the bedroom built on top of the roof, had a significant EQ effect when crouching or sitting on the roof's floor. Many sounds were filtered out while higher-frequency sounds produced inside the walls reverberated off the walls and floor. Through this acoustic enclosure I had the idea to cut a virtual hole in the roof space, imagining that sounds from an alternative outside world were finally allowed to resonate freely inside this space. This idea became clear to me on the second day of tuning.
The hole, while composed mostly of sounds that I found outside/below the space, was strictly metaphorical. Like my previous netmusic presentation in July (see Chord 2013 below), this one was executed by a laptop placed on the floor. My web browser read a page that I programmed and whose sounds I recorded and uploaded. It included sine tones that were tuned to different aspects of the environment and very loosely formed a sequence of chords, just like the July piece. This one also included a white noise element that I gleaned from a fountain in the park across the street (a very prominent part of the daytime soundscape here). A gradient of MP3/Ogg compression bitrates changed the quality of this noise as the piece progressed. Here is a schematic of the samples used in the composition:
Samples were cut and exported at durations and volumes that felt right, not according to any formal system. The compression gradient (progressively lower quality audio from Section I to III) might have been too subtle to notice over the 25+ minutes of the outdoor performance, but it is very apparent when listening indoors. And since Firefox defaults to reading the Ogg files while Chrome and others default to MP3, the sound character of agujero / hole diverges pretty sharply by the end of the piece depending on which browser you use to read it. Below, for example, is one compressed sample from section III, "fountain9," converted to WAV files for comparison in whatever browser you're using right now:
I've been interested in dimensions of white noise for some time now-- not for its connotations of signal failure or decay, but because of its immersive qualities and musical-semantic ambiguity. I could get into more detail about my relationship with noise elsewhere (it's a serious relationship), but for this piece I was interested in 1) the limit between hearing-as-noise and hearing-as-recording (a fountain), 2) the way this type of full-spectrum sound demonstrates the coloration of compression codecs like mp3 and Ogg, and 3) the way these particular samples interacted with the surface material of the roof. There are probably other reasons, but I'll save it for later.
I'm grateful to Arcangel Constantini for the first set of the night, an improvisation using a homemade instrument that converts electromagnetic induction signals into densely textured sound. And also to Antonio Dominguez and Juan Garcia who then improvised together on visuals and bass, respectively. The quality, variety, conciseness, and good vibe of these two sets lent considerable momentum into the beginning of mine, which closed the night. Between twenty and thirty people climbed the stairs to the roof of the building. We waited and mingled for about ten minutes before starting the piece. Once I placed the laptop on the floor in position, opened it and loaded the page, the audience became silent and listened intently. It wasn't until a few minutes later that people gradually began to move around freely and train their ears on the expanded space rather than the laptop speakers alone. It was very clear the way that this adjustment mirrored my own process of tuning in preparing the piece. As listeners moved, the pattern of reflection on the concrete walls and floor changed; as we changed our perspective to hear from different positions, we changed the acoustic character of the space itself.
At the time of the performance the ambient sounds described above were joined by more dogs barking, train whistles, nearby church bells, and music passing by on car radios. Visually the illuminated laptop screen on an otherwise dark roof created the appearance of a negative hole, parallel to the positive hole that piped in sounds external to the enclosed space. After 20 minutes the screen faded to dark and left only the acoustic hole for us. Then the sounds ended a few minutes after that. Allowing a deep breath's worth of rest after the sounds' end, I walked slowly to the computer and closed it. As with the previous netmusic performance, applause and my thanks were followed by quiet lingering in the space.
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There's probably more to write about the different dimensions of the piece's title, the ways in which agujero / hole functions as a hole, both as a performance and a website as it exists now. The Smithson/Andre quote above seems related, though it didn't come to mind until writing these notes. Perhaps my thinking about Ablinger's passage below also had me thinking about holes as black squares... Anyway, I got into some pretty minute technical detail here; certain things I'd rather leave up to interpretation.
"'Liberation of sounds' (Varese, Cage) is necessarily connected to the techniques of isolation and de-contextualization. On a more philological or abstract level, however, I am wondering whether the rhetoric of liberation is hiding something: The intended individualization-- only subjects can be liberated!-- in truth is an objectification.
It is the black square aspect of music, however, which is the less explored, the less exposed, and that must be treated carefully. I believe, though, that history itself has already delivered enough reference points to indicate the black square's relevance and true existence.
But I'd like to add one further thought related to my own research and to the 'totality' aspect which can generate effects of high individualization. As soon as we shift our attention to its perceptual consequences, as soon as it is no longer about treating the sounds as individuals to be liberated-- then white noise is a wonder field for experience and exploration. In particular, the field of (individual) projection, interpretation, and acoustic illusion, is well suited for examining the area of listening and the constructive role of our brain in that process.
What I learned from my own work-- and especially its black square aspect, is, that listening has nothing to do with an outer world that we receive passively. Rather, listening is a creative activity which forms both what we hear and how we hear. We are creating, therefore, nothing less than: ourselves."
It Is What It Is
October 10, 2013
Michael Asher critiques Robert Irwin, Dan Flavin (indirectly) and himself
"In response to works such as [Robert Irwin's "Disc Paintings"], my work employed a formally comparable point of departure, but was manifested in real space and time. The materials and the structure prevented the work from being perceived in exclusively visual and objectified terms. The constructed space functioned as a container for perceptual phenomena leading beyond the usual wall and floor references in the placement of works of art in a gallery.
The light in this installation, rather than highlighting any one point of the display walls of the container, was directed away from them and dispersed over the floor into the room. All of the elements-- the spread of tinted light, the walls and the equipment generating light-- were easily visible and accessible and existed on the same spatial level as the viewer. This was in contradistinction to installation work where colored light emanated from specific objects and materials, and where the light source was contained in objects or concealed as constructions.
It becomes apparent to me in retrospect that the experience of the work was based on a contradiction of principles: nonvisual material had been treated and organized according to principles that had been derived from formal-visual aesthetics. The work served to aestheticize those contradictions. At the same time the work became problematic: instead of the work's being developed from and contingent upon existing material conditions, it was based on, and developed by the use of preselected materials and principles."
From Michael Asher, Writings 1973-1983 on works 1969-1979, p.18-23
"November 7-December 31, 1969: La Jolla Museum of Art Full PDF
Notes on Chord 2013 September 18, 2013
On July 13, 2013 I performed Chord 2013 on a public plaza in Woodside, Queens. The work fulfilled a dual function: to constitute a site-specific performance at the place and time of its premiere, and to exist as an online netmusic piece (like many previous pieces) thereafter. The concept of site figures into both of these functions. For the former function, site presented the performance venue and the environment for which I composed the piece-- chose the material, pitches, densities, time intervals of each section, volume ranges, etc. These musical elements that determined the performance were then exported to their second context for the online version. In this sense the online piece takes on traces of the physical site of the performance. It's a site-specific piece, migrated to a different site. As I've discussed in previous texts (below) about the netmusic project, this new site is unique to each instance of access; so the trace of an original, physical performance site then resonates in the ecosystems where the online piece is accessed and heard.
This is typical of post-Internet time and place (Vierkant, McHugh). Original events or things often start as IRL phenomena, then are exported to an online holding place. At the point of online access, traces of the original site enter the site of access. The mixing of site traces, some obvious and some more liminal, is a trademark of our time. (I started the netmusic project partially to explore the sound dimension of this phenomenon.) Some IRL events these days are more aware of this than others. A famous earlier parallel was the 1960 American presidential debate between John F Kennedy and Richard Nixon. By most reports, Nixon looked terrible on TV partially because he refused to wear makeup (which probably looks ridiculous in real life). His lack of preparation for the TV screen, even if his appearance was completely normal for real life, turned out to work against him. Similarly, contemporary events are more or less aware of their afterlife on the Internet. Composing for both IRL context and online afterlife seems to be a necessary aesthetic adaptation at this point.
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The physical site of this performance was a special one for me. For about a year I would cross this plaza for my daily commute and marvel at its emptiness and lack of function (several other plazas and full-fledged parks with nicer benches were built just across the street). Very few people ever spent time on this plaza, though it was often strewn with a moderate dusting of trash. The plaza sits at a crossroads of Broadway, 37th Avenue, and 69th Street, and overhangs the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway and a freight railroad line. The heavy auto traffic here probably intimidates the less determined pedestrians from crossing through. Languages heard here, when audible, are Bengali, Nepali, Tibetan, Spanish, and Urdu much more often than English. Most prominent sonically is multidirectional auto traffic: cars, buses and trucks at highway cruising speed below and city stop-and-go speeds on the upper levels. The complex traffic pattern requires these autos to stop often so that brake squeaks and releases are frequent. The concrete ground and fence enclosure amplifies some of these sound elements and provides some interesting reflectivity for the high-pitched sine tones of the piece.
Socially I found that this was a space where people pass and sit very occasionally, but do not gather so there was no risk here of disrupting a hangout or someone's temporary home, but there was the possibility of catching and engaging public passersby. People did stop and listen-- and in one case ask about what was happening. That this interaction felt positive for the performance was proof that the piece was not too fragile for its context.
I placed the performing laptop on the ground close to the rear of this unusual stage, at a visually and acoustically central point on the plaza. The idea of a laptop as a surrogate for a performer is one that appeals to me and seems eminently normal for our time. A few weeks prior I attended a wedding where some of the groom's family members participated via transatlantic telepresence. The scene of a laptop sitting in a chair, turned to the festivities, occupying a place-setting, guests greeting and speaking to it intermittently, stuck in my mind. The next logical step would have been the laptop eating and drinking, maybe dancing. In a laptop performance I would rather give performance credit where it is due (to the laptop) than sit behind it as though I have any control over the sound once the program begins.
Because I really don't. What I did do was choose the musical material (sine wave samples, in this case) and wrote the program that outlines how they are realized over time. I decided on this set of pitches and durations after auditioning them on this plaza. As for the structure of the composition, the idea was based on my previous piece Chord (2012) which very simply looped a set of five sine tones at various volumes, separated by various intervals of silence. For Chord 2013 my purpose was to expand this idea to an indeterminate but finite duration so that it could be performed live. For this piece, the "chord" operates in three sections of variable duration (each lasting around 8 to 16 minutes). Five tones are heard in the first section. Two of these tones remain in the second section, to which three new tones are added. The third section drops the two remaining tones from the first section, keeps two from the second section, adding two new tones and reprising one from the first section again. A total of nine tones (see figure below) with a maximum of five heard at one time. The total duration of the piece is between 24 and 48 minutes; the July 13 performance was on the longer end of that range.
A modest but committed audience gradually arrived a little after 8 PM, standing in different areas of the plaza and sitting in benches that face the street, away from the performing laptop. Because of the high-frequency material and the plaza's enclosed walls, the sound varied somewhat subtly depending on listeners' position and orientation. Though most of the laptop sound carried well over the plaza's ambient sounds, it became more difficult to distinguish which was which as the piece progressed. This was an intended effect. Socially and architecturally the openness of this venue brought the music closer to a feeling of everyday life: some people walked by the plaza without noticing, others stopped and listened for a bit, dogs wagged and barked, listeners chatted occasionally. This effect of music and life bleeding into one another also manifested in the performance's understated beginning and end. The same bleeding effect, between mundane online activity and Music, operates in the web version. Finally, the light on the plaza also shifted dramatically as the sun set during the performance. When a period of enough silence suggested that section III was over, I walked over to the laptop and closed it. We listeners dispersed from the plaza after 20 or 30 minutes, as though the end of the performance was no reason to leave.
It Is What It Is
July 3, 2013
"If we must curve and plumb line, compass and square to make something right, this means cutting away its inborn nature; if we must use cords and knots, glue and lacquer to make something firm, this means violating its natural virtue. So the crouchings and bendings of rites and music, the smiles and beaming looks of benevolence and righteousness, which are intended to comfort the hearts of the world, in fact destroy their constant naturalness.
For in the world there can be constant naturalness. Where there is constant naturalness, things are arced not by the use of the curve, straight not by the use of the plumb line, rounded not by compasses, squared not by T squares, joined not by glue and lacquer, bound not by ropes and lines. Then all things in the world, simple and compliant, live and never know how they happen to live; all things, rude and unwitting, get what they need and never know how they happen to get it. Past and present it has been the same; nothing can do injury to this [principle]. Why then come with benevolence and righteousness, that tangle and train of glue and lacquer, ropes and lines, and try to wander in the realm of the Way and its Virtue? You will only confuse the world!"
Zhuangzi (Chuang-Tzu), Section 8, Trans. B Watson
It Is What It Is, Antonyms
June 12, 2013
A skeuomorph is a physical ornament or design on an object made to resemble another material or technique. Examples include pottery embellished with imitation rivets reminiscent of similar pots made of metal, or a software calendar that imitates the appearance of a paper desk calendar.
I came across this article today in which the writer, Sophie Heawood, claims that music has "died" for her "because she started listening to it on [her] laptop." After a move that prompted her to get rid of her CDs and only listen to music on Spotify, she is left with no other choice: "It's not so much that my laptop made all other physical forms redundant, it's that it made music so dull that I lost interest in music."
I'm grateful that someone-- especially a pop culture writer-- would take on this topic so candidly, as cursory and diaristic as the article is. This attitude is similar to one that I've heard from self-proclaimed music devotees, audiophiles, and record junkies; music culture is declining further (as it always has) to a lower-fidelity, higher-convenience state where the dying craft of recording-making is losing out to devious industry executives and their fickle or indifferent target market. But since the first shift of this kind, from the edison cylinder to the disc record,* this has been a recurring phenomenon in the perennially mass market-oriented music tech field.
It's completely reasonable to hold this attitude-- to listen to records on hi-fi stereo systems and embrace the dying arts of quality recording and quality listening. We should certainly preserve this part of our musical heritage. But to lament the demise of these arts as the "death of music" is to underestimate the agency we have to change our relationship to the music-technological present. (The article cited is a particularly good example of this helpless lament as the author describes the sequence of events that carried her from music enjoyment to music death.) There are positive and creative ways to deal with this problem, or rather, to understand that this is less a problem and more an inevitable change in the way our culture deals with music.
Listening is an active process. Though contemporary ears have gotten used to listening to recordings as high-fidelity stereo reproductions of studio or live acoustics, we don't have to keep listening as though all music is produced and distributed this way. To many of us including Heawood, hi-fi listening is a lost cause for most of the music that's around us. Whether it's top 40, Mozart muzak or smooth jazz, music is so often used as a placeholder-- as a statement that "there is music playing here"-- as opposed to being treated as significant in itself. Retail stores, transit hubs and "please hold, thank you for holding" situations are proof of this phenomenon.
Rather than shutting ears and turning up noses to this treatment of sound, we can listen. We might not immediately like the blatant mistreatment of something so dear, but this is our culture and it is what it is. We can close our ears and minds by blocking out the noise; or we can continue, as good musicians are trained to do skillfully, to expand our listening and see what happens. It's not going to hurt anyone. What we get might not be more enjoyable or uplifting, but it's definitely more real. And equally important, our practice of active listening can remain boundless rather than delineated and exclusive, an on-off binary. Listening to the real world is better music than anyone can create.
This puts musicians in a really interesting position right now. Some of us will continue to work in the tradition of stereo records, the tradition of high fidelity recording, playback, and listening. This is not wrong. What excites me now is the possibilities that stretch these traditions: how do musicians deal with shitty audio quality, cheap consumer playback hardware, streaming, compression noise, internet distribution, loud environments, bad acoustics? When our safe listening spaces are challenged, musicians have the power (privilege or joy, really) to expand our aesthetic field, to fold in these challenges as new concepts and contexts for music.
Hito Steyerl has written convincingly in defense of the poor image. A very similar argument can be made in defense of poor audio. Eric Laska has an essay forthcoming outlining his "Thoughts on Bad Acoustics." Steyerl and Laska both insist that declining consumer media quality is unrelated to the demise of music quality. In fact, maybe it's a good thing: low quality challenges musicians to open our ears and our aesthetics, to allow for a richer repertoire of future musical material.
*this compromised the recording by creating a differential in the stylus' angle to the grooves: with a cylinder, the stylus is always perpendicular to the groove; with a disc, the stylus hits the groove at a range of angles as it moves from the beginning to the end of a record side, creating some variation in the playback. This shift, according to my colleagues at WKCR-FM, was the first of many similar shifts in which quality lost out to consumer and industry convenience.
]Blnkt Talk Series - With Eric Laska
March 15, 2013
Excerpt of conversation with Eric Laska and Jordan Topiel Paul in room with Impulse Blasts (impulse-blasts.com) and Wash (topiel.info/wash.html) double sound installation. Thanks to John Paetsch for hosting, Bertolain Elysee for recording and all present for participating.
Through a Pane of Glass
May 22, 2013
On researching the MP3 codec for various reasons, I came across this information on Wikipedia:
"The song "Tom's Diner" by Suzanne Vega was the first song used by Karlheinz Brandenburg to develop the MP3. Brandenburg adopted the song for testing purposes, listening to it again and again each time refining the scheme, making sure it did not adversely affect the subtlety of Vega's voice." (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mp3#Development)
"Vega wrote the song based on a comment by her friend Brian Rose, a photographer, who mentioned that in his work, he sometimes felt as if 'he saw his whole life through a pane of glass, and [...] like he was the witness to a lot of things, but was never really involved in them.' " (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tom%27s_Diner)
This is an MP3 of "Tom's Diner" compressed at the lowest bitrate available to me, 8 kbps. (Download)
It Is What It Is, "Specific Objects"
April 16, 2013
American artist Donald Judd wrote an essay titled "Specific Objects" (click for PDF) in 1964 (published in Arts Yearbook 8, 1965). Judd advocates a new type of work that operates in real space as opposed to the illusionistic 2-dimensional canvas. These Specific Objects are what they are; they represent nothing else.
It Is What It Is, HESPT
April 2, 2013
HESPT is a word whose phonetic and graphical appearance are the same as the word's meaning.
Every instance of hespt is hespt.
It Is What It Is
March 3, 2013
The Sufi mystic Rumi titled his volume of discourses "Fihi Ma Fihi" or "It Is What It Is"
What's the difference between faith and creative practice? Download PDF
Net Music (2011-)
In the fall of 2011 I began making Net Music "studies" as a way to explore a native format for music on the internet. A few ideas guided this project:
The internet is a relatively new medium, just like cylinders, discs, tapes and CDs were at different points in the last century. Music has always developed symbiotically with its media and spaces. Just as you can point to a CD and say "this is music," I want to ask whether you can open a web site and say the same.
The specifics of sound on the internet are also unique. With a single html document that points to a few small sound files, these pieces create resonance wherever they're opened. Similar to other Net Art, the work physically lives on a server but is heard through a unique pathway each time: through the internet connection, the browser software, the audio hardware, and the ambient acoustics of the space. So a static html file brings about an open and dynamic range of resonances.
A web site is a different listening context for music. What do you do with a web site that's only sound and a color? Do you listen intently as if it's a recording? Do you keep it as an open tab as you do your other business? Do you try to peek at the source code to see what's going on? How long do you listen before you lose patience, wander elsewhere, close the tab? Regardless of your first time, do you ever revisit that page? How do we listen to this?
It is what it is. Unlike a recording, each instance of Net Music is its own acoustic thing. Just as many paintings simulate three-dimensional space, recordings also usually reproduce the original or optimal acoustics of a studio, concert hall, or stereo listening space. This is true even with direct recordings of electroacoustic sound because playback can have more or less fidelity to the original (ie. there is a best way to hear it-- on these speakers, in this room, etc.). But Net Music has no original acoustics to reproduce. Each playback is original and specific to itself. No version can be better or worse.
Despite the conceptual workings, it's really all about listening. Avant-garde music follows a pretty basic principle: the world changes, listening changes. Of course listening is always the same but the context for listening coevolves with life.