LIVE SOUNDS
SHADE-HAUNTED SPACE (excerpt)
November 2018
A pirate radio performance with microphone feedback and the poem "L'éspace aux ombres" ("Shade-haunted space) by Henri Michaux. The poem deals with the emptiness of space and presents a terrible noise echoing into infinity -- the noise of the imprisoned psyche. This performance is a response to consumerist space, presenting a feedback loop wherein the consumer can begin to hear themselves, surrounded by noise.
he transmission is broadcast on 4 handheld radios by 4 performers who modulate the feedback by moving towards and away from the microphones.
Buoyant
November 2016
[documentation of a composition in real time with vocals, synthesizer, field recordings, hydrophone and Youtube videos]
Proceeds from the performance directed to the Water Protectors of Standing Rock.
Epiphora
March 2017
[documentation of a composition in real time featuring text from Anne Carson's Sappho translation in Eros the Bittersweet (1986), p. 112:
This disease is an evil bound upon the day.
Here's a comparison--not bad, I think:
when ice gleams in the open air,
children grab.
Ice-crystal in the hands is
at first a pleasure quite novel.
But there comes a point--
you can't put the melting mass down,
you can't keep holding it.
Desire is like that.
Pulling the lover to act and not to act,
again and again, pulling.]
Dream Sequence
September 2016
[documentation of a composition in real time with vocalizations, synthesizer, and iPhone voice memos]
Tipping Points
September 2016
[documentation of a composition in real time with vocalizations, synthesizer, hydrophone, and Siri]
Kopp, R. E., Shwom, R. L., Wagner, G. and Yuan, J. (2016), Tipping elements and climate–economic shocks: Pathways toward integrated assessment. Earth's Future, 4: 346–372. onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/10.1002/2…EF000362/full
People v. Turner
Summer 2016
[documentation of a composition in real time with synthesizer, vocals and Siri]
"Billie's Blues"
Billie Holiday
I've been your slave
Ever since I've been your babe
But before I'll be your dog
I'll see you in your grave
....
I ain't good looking
And my hair ain't curled
But my mother, she gave me something It's going to carry me through this world