Michael Edwards
Programme Notes
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/open/control/1 is
note music. Big deal you might say, but in what some
may consider a regressive move away from rigorously-defined combinations of
instrumental colours and extended playing techniques,
/open/control/1 concerns
itself with structures made merely out of pitches, rhythms, and—to a lesser
though still structurally significant extent—dynamics. Radical?
/open/control/1 leaves the designation and choice of instruments to the
performing ensemble, thereby connecting loosely to the Real Books of jazz
standards. It is, however, more Baroque in its conception. The pitch and
rhythmic structures themselves are a million miles away, but the Baroque period's
concentration on note music is clearly a link. And this is underlined by the
designation of a concertino of two unspecified soloists plus unspecified bass
and percussion parts, along with a ripieno of an open instrumental type and
number.
voir (remix) is a re-working of the soundfiles used in my 2021 work
voir dans
le secret. That work involved three musicians playing Jean-Francois Laporte's
Totem
Électrique instruments (membranes and tubes driven by compressed
air) along with electric guitar, bass clarinet, and percussion. The sound files
are derived from processed samples of the
Totem Électrique
instruments along with speech recordings made by each of the six musicians. The
text for these was taken from Derrida's
Donner La Mort. This begins with the question
"Voir dans le secret. Qu'est-ce
que cela peut vouloir dire?"
Though a philosophical work, Donner la Mort is also poetic in both its content
and means of expression. It speaks to perception via various senses and in
particular of the penetration of open secrets by paying attention not to what is
before one's eyes but rather to what one can hear.
lusted fleeting is a 68-minute fixed-media immersive-audio piece in five parts
(plus coda) with optional live on-stage speaker and lighting effects. Aesthetic
promiscuity interrupted by digital discontinuities, degradations, spectral and
acoustic shifts, pauses, nostalgic machine noises, and jump-cuts create a
meta-narrative that breaks the suspension of disbelief and the basking in
immersive sound. Many of lusted fleetings' rhythmically-focused sections were
generated by algorithms extrapolated from one-dimensional cellular automata, in
particular the so-called Wolfram Codes. Text is used on several levels, both
in the foreground with clearly-audible spoken words and in the background as
barely-audible, highly-processed hints of human presence. A bespoke generative
(non-AI) algorithm was developed to process selected parts of a text that was
(actually) generated by AI, and which reformed a speech from Shakespeare's
Hamlet to focus on femicide. This algorithm generates dozens of short
statements which are read quite soberly, one after the other, at various
junctures throughout the complete form. The title is taken from one of these:
what light lusted fleeting breath. In addition, AI-generated voices are passed
through an auto-tune processor that is driven by a fifteenth-century rondeau
elaborated with a second voice by the composer. lusted fleeting is dedicated
to the memory of Marisela Escobedo, murdered social activist and mother of a
murdered teenage girl.
great symphony in c (in five movements), for two double basses and
electronics, was written for Javad Javadzade and Niek de Groot. These two
musicians use different open-string tunings: Javad in fifths from low C, like a
cello; Niek the more usual fourths from low E. This offers all sorts of
possibilities for single and double-harmonic combinations and these are the
mainstay for three out of the five movements of my piece.
The title alludes, amongst other things, to Schubert's Ninth symphony, with its
grand opening horn melody. This was bold and perhaps risky instrumentation for
its time, given that brass instruments were in a transition period between
natural instruments that used transposition crooks and those which used
valves. For instance, the fourth note of Schubert's melody, middle A, was not
playable on the natural instruments, so unless new valve instruments were
available it would have been played as the seventh partial of the C fundamental,
tuned down with hand and lip, with all the attendant risk of not quite making it
(in tune). In quoting this melody across the two differently tuned basses, my
piece plays with the divergent frequencies arising out of playing ostensibly the
same pitches as different harmonics, e.g. a high C as the 16th partial of the
low C string, or the 7th partial of the D string–theoretically at least almost
10Hz, or 31 cents apart.
The five movements of my title refer not only to the actual separate movements
which make up this work but also to five stage movements: starting far apart,
and ideally invisible to the audience, the duo eventually meets mid-stage, close
enough to play each others' instruments in fact—at least the open strings,
with the lowest three forming a lovely sub-bass C Major triad.
Each movement has its own subtitle: 1. hello again franz, 2. sniping from the
sidelines, 3. double harmonic bliss, 4. this'll embarrass ya, and 5. this
is not what arnold meant. Furthering the connection to the symphony, which is
of course meant only tongue-in-cheek, the fourth movement is a dance, though by
no means a tame minuet and trio—a scherzo is much more apt here, as it was
so often in the works of Schubert himself, including his Ninth Symphony in C,
the Great, though we could argue I take the joke far too far here.
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great symphony in c (in five movements), für zwei Kontrabässe und Elektronik,
wurde für Javad Javadzade und Niek de Groot geschrieben. Diese beiden Musiker
verwenden unterschiedliche Stimmungen der offenen Saiten: Javad in Quinten vom
tiefen C, wie ein Cello; Niek die übliche Quarten vom tiefen E. Dies bietet alle
möglichen Möglichkeiten für einfach- und doppelharmonische Kombinationen, und
diese sind für drei der fünf Sätze meines Stücks die Grundlage.
Der Titel spielt unter anderem auf Schuberts neunte Sinfonie, mit ihrer großen
Hornmelodie, an. Für die damalige Zeit war dies eine kühne und vielleicht
riskante Instrumentierung, da sich die Blechblasinstrumente in einer
Übergangsphase zwischen natürlichen Instrumenten, die Ansatzrohre verwendeten,
und solchen, die Ventile hatten. Zum Beispiel war die vierte Note von Schuberts
Melodie, das mittlere A, auf natürlichen Instrumenten nicht spielbar, so dass
sie, solange keine neuen Ventilinstrumente vorhanden waren, als siebter Teilton
des C-Grundtons gespielt, mit Hand und Lippe nach unten gestimmt und mit dem
Risiko, es nicht ganz zu schaffen oder gut zu intonieren. Indem ich diese
Melodie über die beiden unterschiedlich gestimmten Bässe zitiere, spielt mein
Stück mit den abweichenden Frequenzen, die sich aus dem Spiel der scheinbar
gleichen Tonhöhen als verschiedene Obertöne gespielt werden, z. B. ein hohes C
als 16tel-Teilton der tiefen C-Saite oder der 7. Teilton der D-Saite -
theoretisch zumindest fast 10Hz, oder 31 Cent auseinander.
Die fünf Sätze meines Titels beziehen sich nicht nur auf die eigentlichen
einzelnen Sätze die dieses Werk ausmachen, sondern auch auf fünf
Bühnenbewegungen: Das Duo beginnt weit voneinander entfernt, und im Idealfall
unsichtbar für das Publikum, trifft sich aber schließlich in der Mitte der
Bühne, nahe genug, um die Instrumente des anderen zu spielen - zumindest die
leeren Saiten, wobei die untersten drei Saiten einen schönen C-Dur-Dreiklang im
Subbass bilden.
Jeder Satz hat seinen eigenen Untertitel: 1. hello again franz, 2. sniping
from the sidelines, 3. double harmonic bliss, 4. this'll embarrass ya und
5. this is not what arnold meant. Eine Vertiefung der Verbindung zur
Sinfonie - die natürlich nur augenzwinkernd gemeint ist - ist der vierte Satz,
ein Tanz, wenn auch keineswegs ein zahmes Minuett und Trio - ein Scherzo ist
hier viel passender, wie so oft in den Werken von Schubert selbst,
einschließlich seiner Neunten Symphonie in C, der Großen, obwohl wir schon
argumentieren könnten, dass ich hier den Witz ein wenig zu weit treibe.
Samuel Beckett's mirlitonnades are small poems in French, described by
the author as ``gloomy French doggerel''. I first came across them
in Harper's magazine (US) in 2006. Several contemporary writers had
translated a single seven-word poem into English, illustrating perfectly not
only the difficulty of poetry translation in general but the rich abundance of
meaning that can be mined from a few well-chosen words: ``rêve / sans fin
/ ni trêve / à rien'' (``dream / without cease / or treaty / of
peace'' according to Roger O'Keefe).
I found more of these translated in a blog post by Eric Hoffman. I was struck by
one in particular: ``naked empty silence / will never / be / empty
silence''. There is an obvious musical link here to Cage and what we might call
the impossibility of silence, but naked empty silence is no silent
piece. There is however a concentration on extremes of dynamic, for the most
part extremely quiet but significantly amplified and thus inviting the listener
to hear the (almost) silence, the delicate playing techniques through the sonic
microscope that the microphone can be.
But what really attracted me to the musical potential of these short translated
poems was the connection to the impossibility of an exact but always
obligatory translation of a music score's symbols into sonic
structures---or even the desirability of an attempt at such, whatever that may
entail.
Jean-François' instruments, even when screaming, are delicate, unpredictable
beasts. Writing for them necessitates navigating the unknown, to a certain
extent, along with everything that can happen within it. A complex live
electronics system increases the unpredictability and the need to think on your
feet and react quickly during the performance. Choosing unstable sound
production techniques on the cello seemed apt in this context, as well as the
presentation and re-presentation of structures created with fragile sonorities
on both instruments and elaborated with electronics. This double coupling forms
a certain translation and re-translation, here by the same musicians rather than
by different authors. It offers both players and listeners the opportunity to
hear the same short musical utterance several times, extracting different
significance upon each apprehension.
naked empty silence was written on the invitation of Gordon Williamson
for Jean-François Laporte and Martha Bijlsma for the zeitlupe 2023
concert series in Hannover, and for Jean-François with Émilie
Girard-Charest in Montréal.
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Samuel Becketts Mirlitonnades sind kleine Gedichte in französischer
Sprache, die der Autor als ``düsterer französischer Knittelvers''
bezeichnete. Zum ersten Mal stieß ich 2006 in der Zeitschrift Harper's
(USA) auf sie. Mehrere zeitgenössische Autoren hatten ein einziges Gedicht
mit sieben Wörtern ins Englische übersetzt, was nicht nur die
Schwierigkeit der Übersetzung von Gedichten im Allgemeinen, sondern auch
die reiche Fülle an Bedeutung, die aus wenigen, gut gewählten
Wörtern gewonnen werden kann, perfekt illustriert: ``rêve / sans fin
/ ni trêve / à rien'' (nach Roger O'Keefe ``dream / without cease /
or treaty / of peace'', etwa ``träumen / ohne Unterlass / oder Vertrag /
des Friedens'').
Mehr davon fand ich in einem Blogbeitrag von Eric Hoffman übersetzt. Eines
davon hat mich besonders beeindruckt: ``naked empty silence / will never / be /
empty silence'' (``nackte leere Stille / wird niemals / leere Stille / sein''
vielleicht). Es gibt hier eine offensichtliche musikalische Verbindung zu Cage
und dem, was wir die Unmöglichkeit der Stille nennen könnten,
aber naked empty silence ist kein stummes Stück. Es gibt
jedoch eine Konzentration auf die Extreme der Dynamik, größtenteils
extrem leise, aber deutlich verstärkt und so den Zuhörer einladend,
die (fast) Stille zu hören, die delikaten Spieltechniken durch das
Klangmikroskop, das das Mikrofon sein kann.
Aber was mich wirklich an dem musikalischen Potential dieser kurzen
übersetzten Gedichte reizte, war die Verbindung zur Unmöglichkeit
einer exakten, aber immer
obligatorischen Übersetzung der Symbole einer Partitur in klangliche
Strukturen - oder sogar die Wünschbarkeit eines solchen Versuchs, was auch immer
das mit sich bringen mag.
Die Instrumente von Jean-François sind, selbst wenn sie schreien, empfindliche,
unberechenbare Wesen. Für sie zu schreiben bedeutet also, sich bis zu einem
gewissen Grad auf das Unbekannte einzulassen, zusammen mit allem, was darin
passieren kann. Ein komplexes Live Elektroniksystem erhöht die
Unvorhersehbarkeit und die Notwendigkeit, während der Aufführung
schnell zu denken und schnell zu reagieren. Die Wahl instabiler
Klangerzeugungstechniken auf dem Cello schien in diesem Zusammenhang angemessen,
ebenso wie die Präsentation und Re-Präsentation von Strukturen, die
mit fragilen Klängen auf beiden Instrumenten und mit Elektronik ausgefeilt
geschaffen wurden. Diese doppelte Kopplung bildet eine gewisse Übersetzung
und Rückübersetzung, hier aber durch dieselben Musiker statt
verschiedenen Autoren. Sie bietet sowohl Spielerninnen als auch
Zuhörerinnen die Möglichkeit, zu versuchen, dieselbe kurze
musikalische Äußerung mehrmals zu hören und dabei
unterschiedliche Signifikanz zu gewinnen.
naked empty silence wurde auf Einladung von Gordon Williamson für
Jean-François Laporte und Martha Bijlsma für die
Konzertreihe zeitlupe 2023 in Hannover und für Jean-François
with Émilie Girard-Charest in Montréal geschrieben.
Absence. Erasure. Fidelity. Presence.
Many specialists, myself included, place great emphasis on sound quality at the
instrumental performance, acoustic, synthesis, recording, processing, mixing,
and mastering level. A well-recorded live performance is a thing of beauty in
itself. But the fragility of audio, especially in the context of complex sound
textures and timbres, foregrounds signal-to-noise ratio as an aesthetic
criterion rather than a mere electro-technical challenge. Another way of looking
at this is to ask how dependent the musical experience is upon achieving exactly
the right playing technique, the right balance, the right tempo, etc., etc.?
Some types of music are fragile whereas others are extremely robust. A Sciarrino
Capriccio is delicate. Without the requisite virtuosity and musical
experience the work will simply not sound; the structures will remain unheard. A
Bach
Invention, on the other hand, is extremely robust: you can hardly destroy
these no matter which instrument(s) you play them on and in what tempo or
dynamic; even beginners can realise the musical structures to a degree
convincing enough for recognition at least, if not exactly enjoyment. But this
ultimately says nothing about the aesthetic importance of one piece versus
another, of course.
John Coltrane's music is in one particular way similar to Bach's: even the
appalling recording quality of his last release, The Olatunji Concert,
from April 23rd, 1967, cannot diminish the crushing power of this music. To hear
it is to be mown down by the assault of thousands of distorted
notes—distorted by recording technology as well as by the performance
techniques, as saxophone multiphonics, in the hands of Coltrane or Pharoah
Saunders, are a form of distortion: they make spectral hyperbole out of an
already muscular, often strident instrument.
olatunji entpackt proposes a different form of distortion. With the
extreme panning of the recording's percussion and saxophone it is possible to
isolate the different sound qualities of the blistering attacks and play them
across digital instruments. The Coltrane recording is thus dismantled via
digital editing and note-splitting detection or dissection techniques then
re-presentated in the form of short samples mapped in various ways to four wind
controllers and electronic drum pads. Just as the saxophonists of the EW-4
quartet will set aside their saxophones, turning instead to the sonically absent
MIDI Wind Controller, the percussionist will abandon striking sounding objects
for equally and arbitrarily mappable MIDI Drum Pads. Each musician will explore
the recording of the Olatunji Concert, as well as other samples, and a
new, very noisy synthesis technique of mine based on translating photographs of
the players into waveforms. The robustness, even inadequacy of MIDI will be
juxtaposed against the fragility of recorded and performed musical gesture,
nuanced digital synthesis and sound processing.
olatunji entpackt was written for EW-4 und João Carlos Pacheco.
Deutsche Fassung
Abwesenheit. Auslöschung. Treue. Präsenz.
Viele Fachleute, mich eingeschlossen, legen großen Wert auf die
Klangqualität auf der Ebene der Instrumentalaufführung, der Akustik,
der Synthese, der Aufnahme, der Bearbeitung, des Mixens und des Masterings. Eine
gut aufgenommene Live-Performance ist an sich schon eine schöne Sache. Aber
die Fragilität von Audio, insbesondere im Kontext komplexer Klangtexturen
und Klangfarben, stellt das Signal-Rausch-Verhältnis als ästhetisches
Kriterium in den Vordergrund und nicht als rein elektrotechnische
Herausforderung. Eine andere Sichtweise ist die Frage, wie sehr das musikalische
Erlebnis von der richtigen Spieltechnik, der richtigen Balance, dem richtigen
Tempo usw. abhängt.
Einige Arten von Musik sind zerbrechlich, während andere extrem robust
sind. Ein
Capriccio von Sciarrino ist zerbrechlich. Ohne die nötige
Virtuosität und musikalische Erfahrung wird das Werk einfach nicht klingen;
die Strukturen werden ungehört bleiben. Eine Bach-Invention hingegen ist
äußerst robust: Man kann sie kaum zerstören, egal auf welchem
Instrument und in welchem Tempo oder welcher Dynamik man sie spielt; selbst
Anfänger können die musikalischen Strukturen so überzeugend
umsetzen, dass man sie zumindest wiedererkennt, wenn auch nicht gerade
genießt. Aber das sagt natürlich letztlich nichts über die
ästhetische Bedeutung des einen Stücks gegenüber dem anderen aus.
John Coltranes Musik ähnelt in einer Hinsicht der von Bach: Selbst die
miserable Aufnahmequalität seiner letzten Veröffentlichung, The
Olatunji Concert vom 23. April 1967, kann die erdrückende Kraft dieser
Musik nicht schmälern. Sie zu hören bedeutet, von Tausenden verzerrter
Noten niedergemäht zu werden - verzerrt durch die Aufnahmetechnik ebenso
wie durch die Aufführungspraxis, denn Saxophon-Multiphonics in den
Händen von Coltrane oder Pharoah Saunders sind eine Form der Verzerrung:
Sie machen aus einem ohnehin schon muskulösen, oft kreischenden Instrument
eine spektrale Hyperbel.
olatunji entpackt schlägt eine andere Form der Verzerrung vor. Durch
das extreme Panning des Schlagzeugs und des Saxophons in der Aufnahme ist es
möglich, die verschiedenen Klangqualitäten der glühenden Attacken
zu isolieren und sie auf digitale Instrumente zu übertragen. Die
Coltrane-Aufnahme wird auf diese Weise durch digitale Bearbeitungs- und
Notensplitting-Erkennungs- und Zerteilungstechniken zerlegt und dann in Form von
kurzen Samples, die auf verschiedene Weise auf vier Bläser und
elektronische Drum-Pads gemappt werden, neu präsentiert. So wie die
Saxophonisten des EW-4-Quartetts ihre Saxophone beiseite legen und sich
stattdessen den stattdessen den klanglich leeren MIDI Wind Controllern zuwenden,
werden die Schlagzeuger ihre markanten Klangobjekte für ebenso
willkürlich zuzuordnende MIDI Drum Pads aufgeben. Jeder Musiker wird die
Aufnahme des Olatunji-Konzerts sowie andere Samples und eine neue, sehr
geräuschhafte Synthesetechnik von mir - die auf der Übersetzung von
Fotos der Spieler in Wellenformen basiert ist - erkunden. Die Robustheit, ja
sogar die Unzulänglichkeit von MIDI wird der Fragilität der
aufgenommenen und gespielten musikalischen Gesten, der nuancierten digitalen
Synthese und der Klangverarbeitung gegenübergestellt.
The word meat comes from the Old English word mete (and related words in
Scandinavian languages, even Old Frisian), which referred to food in
general. mete it out here is meant in the biblical sense of measure out,
which is of course apt for a rhythmic percussion piece.
This quiet, rather serene short work is in nine sections based on the proportion
4:5, as is the rhythmic structure also. It uses nine metal percussion
instruments, opposing strikes with scrapes, using three different types of
mallets in each hand.
meet it out was written for Michael Pattmann and the E-MEX Ensemble.
The word competence appeared in the English language in the 15th
century. As far as we know, its antonym incompetence first appeared in
1595 and had the meaning of being not legally qualified. Late in the same year,
the first performance of William Shakespeare's Richard II was given in
London. Some of its scenes play at Flint Castle, a few kilometres from where I
grew up:
ACT II SCENE III, A camp in Wales, Captain:
'Tis thought the king is dead;
we will not stay.
The bay-trees in our country are all
wither'd
And meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven;
The
pale-faced moon looks bloody on the earth
And lean-look'd prophets
whisper fearful change;
Rich men look sad and ruffians dance and
leap,
The one in fear to lose what they enjoy,
The other to
enjoy by rage and war:
These signs forerun the death or fall of
kings.
Farewell: our countrymen are gone and fled,
As well
assured Richard their king is dead.
It can be argued that, amongst other things, Richard II thematises
competence in its opposition of a King's Divine Right with his mundane
human weaknesses, as well as his strengths. Some commentators have made a
connection between the play and Queen Elizabeth the I's reign in
England—she was old when the play was written and sentiment amongst some
was that she was perhaps incompetent and needed to be replaced. These are
timeless issues and thus also clearly of our time (think of Boris Johnson,
Prince Andrew, Elizabeth II in the UK, but also the still recent antics of Trump
in the US, Modi in India, or Bolsonaro in Brazil).
Competence is, of course, of vital importance in many fields. The question of a
musician's competence is fundamental, as technical competence on a musical
instrument is the very least we expect from professionals, even students. But
musical and artistic competence begins where instrumental competence is mastered
and assumed. The public's expectations and estimations of competence are often a
diversion, mired in myths surrounding virtuosity, artistic vision, even measures
of sanity. In the arts, there is cultural capital in both insanity and technical
wizardry. Artistic merit is often overshadowed by an audience's, or perhaps more
apt here, a consumer's preference for short-lived, faddish qualities, often
utterly unrelated to art. On the other hand, a concept of competence is
not something that is usually thematised explicitly in musical compositions, yet
in this piece it plays a central role, not least in the title, with its
deliberately confusing conflation of in competence and its homonym
incompetence.
What would or could it mean to examine competence musically? Do we
question the musicians' competence? Question the composer's competence?
Question technical, in particular music-technological competence? Question the
listeners' competence even? (Think of that that lovely story of Beethoven's
anger when his secretary Ries criticised the horn player's entrance ("too
early") at the recapitulation of the Eroica's first movement during its
premiere.)
More concretely, can we present musical structures multiple times, with
different competence levels required of both the musicians and listeners?
If so, to what effect? And what is the role of noodling? Is that itself
an example of incompetence, i.e. an inability to come to the point? How can we
explore and perceive seemingly impossible hocketing in the context of
deliberately overstretched manual dexterity? Or the playing of chords tightly
together, and perhaps failing? Or juxtaposing impossible sequences of, e.g.
fast saxophone slap-tongues against the comparable ease of playing the same from
a sampling keyboard? Or music-technological failures against the supposed
perfection of sound-file playback, and the perception, in some quarters, of the
latter's musical-expressive poverty?
All of these questions and more are interrogated in this through-composed work
lasting approximately one hour, where the durations and
structure—alternating instrumental (+/- electronics) with solo
electronics interludes—are derived and scaled from an old recording of
the Captain's speech given above, with all of its competently-delivered tonal
shadings and expressive pauses at the ends of, or in the midst of, its eleven
lines.
N.B. All sounds recorded/processed/synthesised/mixed by the composer except for
some commercial synths and one highly processed sound made by freesound.org user
stormpetrel of an iceberg recorded in Antarctica in 2009. Thanks for
making this freely available.
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Das Wort competence tauchte in der englischen Sprache im 15. Jahrhundert
auf. So weit wir wissen, wurde sein Antonym, incompetence, erstmals im
Jahr 1595 mit der Bedeutung, rechtlich nicht zuständig zu sein,
verwendet. Ende desselben Jahres fand in London die erste Aufführung von
William Shakespeares Richard II statt. Einige der Szenen des Stückes
spielen in Flint Castle, wenige Kilometer von dem Ort entfernt, an dem ich
aufgewachsen bin:
ACT II SCENE III, A camp in Wales, Captain:
'Tis thought the king is dead;
we will not stay.
The bay-trees in our country are all
wither'd
And meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven;
The
pale-faced moon looks bloody on the earth
And lean-look'd prophets
whisper fearful change;
Rich men look sad and ruffians dance and
leap,
The one in fear to lose what they enjoy,
The other to
enjoy by rage and war:
These signs forerun the death or fall of
kings.
Farewell: our countrymen are gone and fled,
As well
assured Richard their king is dead.
Man kann behaupten, dass Richard II auch den Komplex der Kompetenz
thematisiert, indem er das göttliche Recht eines Königs mit dessen
weltlichen Schwächen sowie seinen Stärken konfrontiert. Manche
Kommentatoren haben eine Verbindung zwischen dem Stück und der Herrschaft
von Königin Elizabeth I. hergestellt: Sie war bereits sehr betagt, als das
Stück geschrieben wurde, was manche dazu veranlasste, über ihre
Zulänglichkeit und einen vorzeitigen Thronwechsel nachzudenken. Eindeutig
handelt es sich hierbei um zeitlose und sehr gegenwärtige Themen (man denke
an Boris Johnson, Prinz Andrew und Elizabeth II. im Vereinigten Königreich
ebenso wie an die noch jungen Eskapaden von Trump in den USA, Modi in Indien
oder Bolsonaro in Brasilien).
Kompetenz ist natürlich in vielen Bereichen von entscheidender
Bedeutung. So ist die Frage nach der Kompetenz eines Musikers von grundlegender
Bedeutung, denn die technische Beherrschung eines Musikinstruments ist das
Mindeste, was wir von Fachleuten und sogar von Student:innen
erwarten. Musikalische und künstlerische Kompetenz beginnt jedoch dort, wo
die instrumentale beherrscht und vorausgesetzt wird. Die Erwartungen und
Einschätzungen des Publikums hinsichtlich der Kompetenz haben oft den
Charakter von Ablenkungsmanövern, angetrieben von Mythen die sich um
Virtuosität, künstlerische Vision und sogar den Grad der Vernunft
ranken. In der Kunst liegt kulturelles Kapital sowohl im Wahnsinn wie in
technischer Zauberei. Künstlerischer Wert wird oft von der Vorliebe des
Publikums oder, hier wohl zutreffender, der Verbraucher für kurzlebige,
modische Qualitäten überschattet, welche nicht selten einen Bezug zur
Kunst vermissen lassen. Andererseits wird die Idee der Kompetenz in
musikalischen Kompositionen nur selten explizit adressiert. In diesem Stück
hingegen spielt es eine zentrale Rolle, nicht zuletzt im Titel mit seiner
bewusst irritierenden Verquickung von in competence und seinem
Homonym incompetence.
Was würde oder könnte es bedeuten, Kompetenz musikalisch zu
untersuchen? Stellen wir die Kompetenz des Musikers in Frage? Oder jene des
Komponisten? Hinterfragen wir die technische, insbesondere die musiktechnische
Kompetenz? Bezweifeln wir gar jene des Zuhörers? (Man denke an die
schöne Geschichte von Beethovens Entrüstung, als sein Sekretär
Ries den Einsatz der Hornisten in der Reprise des ersten Satzes der Eroica bei
deren Uraufführung — «zu früh» — kritisierte.)
Konkreter gefragt: Ist es möglich, musikalische Strukturen mehrfach zu
präsentieren und dabei den Musikern wie den Hörern jedes Mal
unterschiedliche «Kompetenzniveaus» abzuverlangen? Wenn ja, mit
welchem Resultat? Und welche Rolle spielt das Klimpern? Ist dies ein
Beispiel von Inkompetenz, der Unfähigkeit, zum Beispiel, auf den Punkt zu
kommen? Wie können wir einen scheinbar unmöglichen Hoketus im Kontext
vorsätzlich überbeanspruchter Fingerfertigkeit untersuchen und
wahrnehmen? Oder das Spiel eng beieinanderliegender Akkorde und
möglicherweise das Scheitern? Oder die Gegenüberstellung von
unmöglichen Sequenzen–beispielsweise schneller
Saxophon-Slap-Tongues–und der Leichtigkeit, werden diese auf einem
Sampling-Keyboard gespielt? Oder jene von musiktechnologischem Versagen und der
mutmaßlichen Perfektion der Wiedergabe von Klangdateien sowie derer
mancherorts unterstellter musikalisch-expressiver Dürftigkeit?
All diese Fragen und weitere werden in diesem etwa einstündigen
durchkomponierten Werk untersucht. Die Dauern und die Struktur des
Stückes–alternierend zwischen instrumentalen Passagen (+/-
Electronics) und elektronischen Zwischenspielen–sind von einer alten
Aufnahme der oben abgedruckten Rede des Kapitäns abgeleitet, mit all den
kompetent gesetzten tonalen Nuancierungen und ausdrucksvollen Pausen an den
Enden, oder inmitten, der elf Verse.
Notabene: Alle Klänge wurden vom Komponisten
aufgenommen/bearbeitet/synthetisiert/gemischt, mit Ausnahme solcher einiger
kommerzieller Synthesizer sowie eines stark bearbeiteten Klangs eines Eisbergs,
den der freesound.org-Benutzer stormpetrel 2009 in der Antarktis
aufgenommen hat. Vielen Dank für die freie Veröffentlichung dieser
Arbeit.
(Übersetzung vom Englischen: Ruben Philipp)
Written to be paired with performances of an arrangement of Tallis's famous
Spem in alium, my title spem in alio numquam habui is a play on words
revealed, so my Latin helpers assure me, by the change of case between (in
translation) I have never put my hope in any other but in Thee, God of Israel
(from the Tallis motet) and my precipitous spin-off I have never had hope in
another.
Less of a bleak statement of hopelessness or a general mistrust of others, and
more than a simple affirmation of atheism or even a negation of the Christian
god, the title connects positively to a verse taken from the Buddhist
Dhammapada: "Truly it is ourselves that we depend upon; how could we really
depend upon another? When we reach the state of self-reliance we find a rare
refuge."
I was writing this piece at the time of Remembrance Day (November 11th)
commemorated in British Commonwealth countries to honour the dead of the First
World War. Like many, I'm sure, I always feel torn by the formalised displays of
grief choreographed at such times: on the one hand I respect those who
courageously fought and gave their lives for what they believed; on the other
hand I abhor not only the hideous suffering on all sides, and in any war, but
those who promulgate the sentiments and lies that make war possible. Such
baseness is abundant still, rife in politics, on social media, and elsewhere, as
people point to patriotism and "just causes," thereby fomenting the social and
political conditions ripe for more deadly strife.
The image of a dead soldier sprawled over barbed wire comes to mind; the falling
stone as a metaphor for youth cut down in its first energetic flights of
self-realisation; the continuing role of religion in crimes against humanity;
Samuel Johnson's famous "Patriotism is the last refuge of a scoundrel;" and the
Wilfred Owen poem Futility with its appalling first line: Move him into the
sun---
Humans exaggerate on a regular basis. Typical hyperboles might be "this bag
weighs a ton", "I'm so hungry I could eat a horse", or any of the invariably (!)
hilarious "Yo' mama so fat. . . " jokes. Perhaps even worse than footballers ("I
hit the post. I was gutted") are artists. Have you ever sat silently suffering
("dying", anyone?) at a contemporary poetry reading, as the reciter over-emotes
their way through a litany of subtexts we can summarise by "me, me, me! I'm so
deep and clever!"? Such occasions often merely reinforce the popular perception
of artistic outputs as being expressive of the creator's emotions. But that is
less interesting than artworks' invitation to be social, communal, and at the
same time to introspect and inspect our personal, perhaps emotional reactions to
intrinsically neutral objects. Hence this neutral, utterly calm aesthetic object
for your perusal now.
The hyperbole relevant to hyperboles 6 comes from David Hume's A Treatise of Human Nature (1739):
"Where a passion is neither founded on false suppositions, nor chuses means
insufficient for the end, the understanding can neither justify nor condemn
it. 'Tis not contrary to reason to prefer the destruction of the whole world to
the scratching of my finger. 'Tis not contrary to reason for me to chuse my
total ruin, to prevent the least uneasiness of an Indian or person wholly
unknown to me."
hyperboles 6 was written expressly for Ensemble S201. Other works in my
hyperboles series are, in order, for flute, violin, saxophone quartet,
computer-controlled compressed air instrument orchestra, and cello. For more
information
see http://bit.ly/1Q2bgFr
Se tu porti il vino, io faccio il pesto
Written for the occasion of Roberto Doati's retirement celebration in Piacenza
on December 18th 2020, this piece uses samples Roberto very kindly shared with
me of various stages of the wine-making process, including some very juicy
hydrophone recordings. As he and I—as well as Giacomo Lepri, who co-organised
the occasion—share a love of Pesto alla Genovese, I couldn't resist
recording and combining some of my own samples of a mortar and pestle with
Roberto's wine samples to make this piece.
Because I live in the frozen north and it was already autumn, the mortar was
empty of basil leaves and thus made highly exciting, stony, high frequency
percussion effects when attacked with the pestle. (An emphasis on higher
frequencies is perfect for old men like us though, even if I do apologise to the
youngsters in advance, if they feel my mix is a little too `top heavy').
Oh, and of course, given that Roberto and I first met in Padova in 1995 and had
a heated discussion about the contemporary relevance of granular synthesis
techniques, I fed lots of samples not only through sequencing algorithms but
also through my granular synthesis software in real-time. In performing this, I
made similar gestures with the mouse as I would when grinding pesto, only here
the movement was mapped to spatialisation (ambisonics) as well as many other
parameters such as grain length and transposition, instead of basil. Salute e
buon appetito!
Deutsch: kurz
making sense of ist eine algorithmische, oft besoffen-klingende
Anspielung auf die Klaviermusik der Spätromantik bzw. freiatonalen
Epoche. Dagegen gesetzt und hineingemischt sind Strukturen ganz doofen, plumpen,
wiederholungslustigen, oft dreiklängiger Charakters.
English: short
making sense of is an algorithmic, often drunken-sounding allusion to the
piano music of the late romantic or free-atonal epoch. Set against this and
thrown into the mix are structures of a quite silly, clumsy, repetitive, often
triadic character.
English: medium
Besides living with pianist Karin Schistek for now more than twenty years, I
have been improvising with her too in a number of different contexts.
Karin's consistent and colourful sense of harmony always struck me when playing
together, so I wanted to highlight that in this piece. Though algorithmically
elaborated, the harmonic material is derived from improvisations Karin made and
which I subsequently notated and analysed. So although I can fairly assert that
Karin herself would not have come up with this music, its provenance is at least
a little blurred. But this is always the case with instrumental music, to a
certain extent at least, given the overarching collaboration undertaken by
musicians and composers across centuries.
To an extent all interpreters, as well as audiences, must make sense of
the abstract structures a piece of music such as this proposes. Here in
particular though there is an extra level of making sense of during the
compositional process in that, after the harmonic elaborations and structures
were complete, the rhythmic structures were then derived from
my jitterbug algorithm. These are more usually quite
complicated—as evidenced in, for instance, my
Durchhaltevermögen for solo violin—but here they have been made sense of,
or simplified, via quantisation methods. This leads to quite different music,
something rather compelling when looking at music from the point of view of its
presentation in and subsequent interpretation out of symbolic notation.
The subtitle of this work is all color must be one or let the world be done
(there'll be a chance, we'll all be orange!). This was taken from the Gregory
Corso poem America Politica Historia, in Spontaneity, published in 1970. The
significance of the subtitle is apparent in several recent as well as timeless
political contexts, but takes on renewed import in the hands of a particularly
sensitive and synaesthetic pianist such as Karin.
Hinting at something a little more coarse, the title HOTPO is in fact a
completely innocent reference to the Collatz Conjecture. This
mathematical proposition, also known by other names, refers to a succession of
numbers called the hailstone sequence (or wondrous numbers),
because their values usually ascend and descend like hailstones in a cloud.
Though the mathematical proof of the conjecture is complex, the proposition is
very simple: Take any positive whole number; if it is even, divide it by two; if
it is odd, multiply it by three and add one (hence the acronym Half Or Three
Plus One: HOTPO); repeat the process with the result and you will find that no
matter which number begins the process, you will always, given enough
iterations, reach one.
The algorithm is easy to programme and experiment with plus it produces rather
nice images when given different starting numbers and plotted over various
iterations. I used the algorithm in this piece to generate section lengths and
repeated structures from nine basic rhythm sequences, hence my sequence was 9 28
14 7 22 11 34 17 52 26 13 40 20 10 5 16 8 4 2 1. The piece alternates sections
opposing mixed materials (odd section numbers) with obsessively repeated
material (even). The numbers are also used for the generation of the sound files
triggered during the performance. Despite the rather abstract nature of the
generative procedure, the results of the algorithms were developed intuitively
and the piece as a whole arises out of and proceeds through a maelstrom of
events fitting to the imagery of a hailstorm.
HOTPO was commissioned by Henrique Portovedo for the World Saxophone Congress
2018 in Zagreb. That version included an ensemble. In 2020 I reworked the sound
files to include MIDI data from the ensemble and made a solo + computer
version. This was revised in 2024.
Programmtext
Der auf etwas Gröberes hindeutende Titel HOTPO ist in Wirklichkeit
eine völlig unschuldige Anspielung auf das Collatz-Problem. Dieser
mathematische Satz, der auch unter anderen Namen bekannt ist, bezieht sich auf
eine Folge von Zahlen, die Hagelkorn-Zahlenfolge (oder wundersame
Zahlen) genannt wird, weil ihre Werte gewöhnlich wie Hagelkörner
in einer Wolke auf- und absteigen.
Auch wenn der mathematische Beweis der Vermutung komplex ist, ist die Aussage
sehr einfach: Man nehme eine beliebige positive ganze Zahl; wenn sie gerade ist,
dann teile sie durch zwei; wenn sie ungerade ist, dann multipliziere sie mit
drei und füge eins hinzu (daher das Akronym Half Or Three Plus One: HOTPO);
wiederhole den Prozess mit dem Ergebnis und Du wirst feststellen, dass Du, egal
mit welcher Zahl der Prozess beginnt, bei genügend Wiederholungen immer die Zahl
eins erreichen wirst.
Der Algorithmus ist leicht zu programmieren und zu erproben; außerdem erzeugt er recht schöne Bilder, wenn man verschiedene Startnummern angibt und über verschiedene Iterationen aufzeichnet. In diesem Stück habe ich den Algorithmus verwendet, um aus neun grundlegenden Rhythmussequenzen Abschnittslängen und wiederholte Strukturen zu generieren. Meine Sequenz war also 9 28 14 7 22 11 34 17 52 26 13 40 20 10 5 16 8 4 21. In dem Stück wechseln sich Abschnitte mit gemischtem Material (ungerade Abschnittsnummern) mit obsessiv wiederholtem Material (gerade) ab. Die Nummern werden auch für die Generierung der Klang-
dateien verwendet, die wahrend der Aufführung gespielt werden. Trotz
des eher abstrakten Charakters des generativen Verfahrens wurden die Ergebnisse der Algorithmen intuitiv entwickelt und das Stück als Ganzes entspringt und durchläuft einen Strudel von Ereignissen, die zu den Bildern eines Hagelsturms passen.
HOTPO wurde von Henrique Portovedo für den World Saxophone Congress 2018 in
Zagreb komponiert. Diese Version war auch mit einem 10-köpfigen Ensemble. Im
Jahr 2020 habe ich die Klangdateien überarbeitet, um die MIDI-Daten des
Ensembles einzubeziehen, und erstellte eine Solo + Computer Version. Diese wurde
im Jahr 2024 überarbeitet.
seven rotations of seven for three (triple doubles) was written for Emile
Cantor, Gareth Lubbe, and Barbara Maurer. Though very different, it's a
retrospective view of my tramontana which was premiered by Barbara in
2004. As with that piece, the violas are tuned so that the first three strings
have a harmonic in common with the seventh partial of the fourth string—a
pitch which plays a central and recurring role in the piece.
seven rotations is, then, an abstract investigation of the sonic,
microtonal, and dramatic potential of the viola double harmonics available using
this tuning, as well as a sevenfold rotation of two sets of seven-bar rhythmic
sequences. Of these, one set is quite fast and discontinuous and the other is
slow in tempo but frenetic and heavy or obsessive. The piece was generated with
my slippery chicken algorithmic composition software but heavily edited
or, rather, `interpreted' via extensive standard pencil-and-paper techniques.
Although each of the three viola parts is equally challenging, there is a
general sense of the second (middle) viola being flanked by the other two, left
and right. Overall, the second viola moves from double harmonics on the first
two strings to those on the lower two whereas the flanking players have the
opposite movement. Another process at play is the gradual introduction of a low
microtonal `melody' on the C string: `normal' notes are conspicuously absent at
first but dominate more as the piece progresses.
(I apologise if all of this
sounds rather dull and/or technical, but my approach to music and especially
composition is usually purely formal, abstract, hermetic even, and
process-based, as opposed to conceptual. To put it another way, it is focused on
creating and framing opportunities for perception rather than seeking support or
justification in the `extra-musical'.)
ma bel
ma bel was written for Jean-Francois Laporte and his composite compressed-air
instrument, the Babel Table. This name works in both French and English, if
the word order is reversed. And the connection to the Old Testament myth
explaining the origin of the world's different tongues is clear.
The title ma bel transposes merely one character of ba-bel but in doing so
offers several meanings to speakers of different languages: as a homonym in
French (ma belle) it could refer to my beautiful (wife, daughter, belle-sœur,
etc.) or imply the more complete ma belle vie; in English it could be
misheard as marble (the stone but also the child's toy) or refer to Mabel,
the woman's name; but in Arabic ma bel means what but, after which I
particularly enjoy question marks and perhaps even a why?—good things to
ask about a piece such as this.
So then: so few symbols, and even fewer syllables, but so much meaning and
context. And Babel connects back beautifully to this in that, obscured from
its mythological context, it refers more generally to a confusing mélange (as in
mixture, not the Viennese coffee :): a mêlée, in the non-violent sense, of
sounds and voices or a noisy, confused scene in general. Such is ma bel: a
plethora of unrelated samples mixed with the potent sounds of Jean-Francois'
instrument, all driven by a score which is digital yet conventionally notated.
What you see or read, however, is by no means what you get (I'm referring now
particularly to the score). The symbols need even more translation,
interpretation, and making sense of than usual. And that's not just the
musician's job but the audiences' too (as always), given the sound structures on
offer.
And further: ma bel integrates strongly emotive vocal utterances from a
certain Austrian female; samples that are prelingual but often guttural
(synonyms perhaps here: before the tongue, as in before language as well as
the muscle)—even guttural in both senses: articulated in the throat and
perhaps unpleasant or strange—and most definitely communicative, in a
nonsensical way, bien sûr.
This is what music is: by no means a language but nevertheless able communicate
or rather provoke a wide variety of experiences, and transporting meaning (or
not) to individuals formed both collectively and uniquely. (Ahh… ma bel(le
musique)!)
gold im bach is for one or more pianists. Where more than one pianist is
involved, two pianos are used and the pianists alternate at points they choose
in the score, overlapping and interjecting to create a `hand-off' back and forth
over the whole duration of the work.
The title gold im bach arose from a discussion I had with Karin Schistek after
listening to an electronic mock-up of the piece generated by my algorithmic
composition software slippery chicken. Karin is a pianist and synaesthete for
whom all objects, sounds, and experiences conjure up associated colours. I told
her that I experience this piece as a long and ever-flowing river. She retorted
that for her it was more like a `Bach' (= `stream' in German). She might have
merely been taking me down with this comment but claims she meant a stream in
the sense that she could see detailed objects underneath the flowing water, and
that amongst the stones and other objects were flashes of gold.
The title also conjures up Bach's Goldberg variations, of course, and insofar as
my piece transforms repeated structures over a significant duration
(c. 34 minutes), the connection to Goldberg is not amiss. However, the
extramusical and poetic thrust of the work is much more connected to an
astounding short poem by the Beat Generation American poet Gregory Corso
found on his headstone in the Protestant Cemetery in Rome:
Spirit
is Life
It flows thru
the death of me
endlessly
like a river
unafraid
of becoming
the sea
days with glass edges (chasing the butterflies in my wallpaper) is for
fifteen-piece ensemble and 4-channel electronics. The title is a composite
drawn from two Charles Bukowski poems found in the collection Burning in Water,
Drowning in Flame (Part II, 1963-65). Here are two short extracts, one from
each:
something for the touts, the nuns, the grocery clerks and you…
we have everything and we have nothing ---
days with glass edges and the impossible stink
of river moss
don't come round but if you do
maybe I have broken my jaw
and am looking for wire
or I am chasing the butterflies in
my wallpaper
I mean if I don't answer
I don't answer, and the reason is
that I am not yet ready to kill you
or love you, or even accept you
Ranging from repellent gutter talk to fine-grained, unflinchingly honest
observations of human nature (often in combination), Bukowski's output remains a
powerful challenge to authority and bourgeois sensibilities even a quarter
century after his death. His work has stimulated mine for half of my life,
despite the repulsion I often feel when confronted with either the words or the
man behind them. I cannot speak here of a structural connection between my music
and these poems, just a feeling of shared experience: across cultures, time, and
art forms.
Technically now, the piece was conceived, generated, and elaborated in software
for four generic chord-playing instruments. The harmony investigated here was
obtained from the steady-state spectra of the four bronze bells used in various
ways by the woodwind players throughout the piece. What I love about working
with these unique spectra—besides the process of filtering and the obvious
first step of manipulating them so that they are playable on the chosen
instruments—is walking the tightrope between unconstrained microtonal
dissonance and syrupy triad or octave-dominated tonal reminiscences. It's all
about the mapping and being open to the Aha! moments which arrive whilst
evaluating material you have explicitly derived but which you'd never
intuitively reach for.
Once the whole form of the piece was propagated in software and my ears were
happy with the results, I developed an orchestration algorithm that sought
particular groups of instruments to map the chords onto—again, it's all in the
mapping. The resulting software-generated score became a framework to further
stimulate more direct responses and editorial interventions to achieve the final
score via standard composerly means, i.e., with pencil and paper, where a lot of
the work still remains in almost all my algorithmic works.
P.S. The keyboard part drives a custom sound engine built by yours truly on a
composite of granular and additive synthesis (rough vs. pure: hello again
Mr. B.). It also triggers four-channel sound files. The latter are intricate
mixes of sonic material also generated algorithmically, with the same data
structures as the instrumental score, and using as input both analogue
synthesizer models—some quite self-consciously cheesy, to match the
occasional harmony—and samples of various provenance.
Hinting at something a little more coarse, the title HOTPO is in fact a
completely innocent reference to the Collatz Conjecture. This mathematical
proposition, also known by other names, refers to a succession of numbers called
the hailstone sequence (or wondrous numbers), because their values usually
ascend and descend like hailstones in a cloud.
Though the mathematical proof of the conjecture is complex, the proposition is
very simple: Take any positive whole number; if it is even, divide it by two; if
it is odd, multiply it by three and add one (hence the acronym Half Or Three
Plus One: HOTPO); repeat the process with the result and you will find that no
matter which number begins the process, you will always, given enough
iterations, reach one.
The algorithm is easy to programme and experiment with plus it produces rather
nice images when given different starting numbers and plotted over various
iterations. I used the algorithm in this piece to generate section lengths and
repeated structures from nine basic rhythm sequences, hence my sequence was 9 28
14 7 22 11 34 17 52 26 13 40 20 10 5 16 8 4 2 1. The piece alternates sections
opposing mixed materials (odd section numbers) with obsessively repeated
material (even). The numbers are also used for the generation of the sound files
triggered during the performance. Despite the rather abstract nature of the
generative procedure, the results of the algorithms were developed intuitively
and the piece as a whole arises out of and proceeds through a maelstrom of
events fitting to the imagery of a hailstorm.
durchhaltevermögen was written for Mieko Kanno over about six months beginning
late 2016. It is dedicated to the composer, violinist, and improvisor Malcolm
Goldstein. Mieko and I share an enormous respect and admiration for Mr.
Goldstein's music and his impact on contemporary violin playing. Speaking
personally, his improvisations both in live and recorded form have offered me
some of the most profound and moving experiences not just of late but of my
whole life. I'm very grateful for his music.
But how strange to write a highly detailed composition and dedicate it to a
master improvisor. Was I transcribing an improvisation and calling it my own?
(Certainly not.) Was I trying to "capture the spirit" of an improvisation?
(No. Not really.) Was I trying to capture anything? (No. Release something
rather than capture it.) So what's the connection? (The spirit (I hope) and
some of the playing techniques.)
The title can be translated from the German as stamina, staying power, or
power of endurance. More appealing is the clumsy-literal translation of this
compound noun's three units: through-holding-power:
Through as in through-composed: not only is this work in one continuous
movement but it lacks, in its raw construction at least, formal sectional
variety or opposition. Through also as in the biblical (via Bergman) through
a glass darkly (a poor image or reflection perhaps: (my) humility in the face
of (his) genius).
Holding as in supporting (a weight, which takes effort) but also holding back,
suspending (which takes a completely different kind of effort). And of course
holding a tone, a bow, and pushing through.
Power not in the sense of raw muscle or power over others, but power as in
poise, mastery, the power of technical accomplishment, the power of multivalent
interpretation; to be able to hold and present seemingly opposing states or
views of an object, as in the Catuskoti paradox. (Take for example the
question "Is this piece an improvisation?" Catuskoti insists that there are
four, not two, possible answers: true, false, true and false, or neither true
nor false, with the latter two being surely the most interesting responses.)
durchhaltevermögen was generated with the jitterbug algorithm I developed
using my slippery chicken algorithmic composition software. After much
tweaking this created a raw form of rhythms and pitches upon which a detailed
reading was superimposed (an interpretation, a composer's cut, you might
say). Next of course comes the violinist's reading. Then the listener's. (Did I
really compose this piece? True? False? True and False? …)
Composed in 2010 but not released until some final polish was applied in
2015, Music for Parallel Consumption is a 4-channel digital
composition made for delivery and playback via a custom computer app. The title
refers only partially ironically to the tendency to consume music as part of a
backdrop to our otherwise-engaged lives. At the same time as offering an
alternative to this mode of consumption (((the details, the
details!))) the very nature of the piece's construction and delivery
strategy invites similar disregard. Not intended for concert performance, the
app format almost encourages you to set and forget: choose your output mode,
set the level, hit play, and let it run for as long as you like. Such
contradictions are further inherent in the the polarity of the meditative
quality of much of the music and the album artwork—war being the ultimate
consumptive impulse.
jitterbug is, in performance, a four-movement four-channel work for computer, with or without improvising musicians. It is also available without improvised contributions as a stereo album. It was created with my slippery chicken algorithmic composition software and premiered at Museum Siam, Bangkok, on November 29th 2015 as part of the As((ear))n exhibition of curated sounds from throughout South-East Asia.
The four movements---each taking one of the proportions 6:3:5:4, in that order---have a total duration of 40:30. Movements 1 & 2 and 3 & 4 overlap, making for two equal halves separated by silence. The titles of the movements are:
1(6): stuffed animals and licorice (13:30)
2(3): my father's hazards (6:45)
3(5): zero to ten (11:15)
4(4): shiny metal mixing bowl (9:00)
The title jitterbug comes from the name of the main rhythmic generative algorithm used in the piece. The movement titles come from Matt Sumell's 2015 novel Making Nice. I was reading this at the time my father was dying of cancer in the first half of 2015. In the novel, the protagonist's mother is dying of cancer. When taken out of context the titles themselves are particularly strong and colourful, though not particularly clear. In the context of the larger text, they take on different but generally very clear meanings, some rather prosaic, like various aspects of the process of dying:
Many different sounds were used in the mix. Some were longer sound files, treated acousmatically, such as rain in Montreal, interviews I recorded with my father before he died, or the evening call to prayer in Yogyakarta, Indonesia; some were vocal statements or sung animal-like sounds; others were many and various short sounds, used as samples and driven by different outputs of the jitterbug algorithm: prepared and normal piano samples, and many gong and bell samples made from my own instruments sourced in Bangkok. The animal sounds were cut, edited, and polished from recordings sourced online at the Macaulay Library of Cornell University. I used recordings of Jaguar sex by Gustav Peters; elephant seals by Thomas Sander; and red deer by Bob McGuire.
Programme Note
Humans exaggerate on a regular basis. Typical hyperboles might be "this bag weighs a ton", "I'm so hungry I could eat a horse", or any of the invariably (!) hilarious "Yo' mama so fat..." jokes. Perhaps even worse than footballers ("I hit the post. I was gutted") are artists. Have you ever sat silently suffering ("dying", anyone?) at a contemporary poetry reading, as the reciter over-emotes their way through a litany of subtexts we can summarise by "me, me, me! I'm so deep and clever!"? Such occasions often merely reinforce the popular perception of artistic outputs as being expressive of the creator's emotions. But that is less interesting than artworks' invitation to be social, communal, and at the same time to introspect and inspect our personal, perhaps emotional reactions to intrinsically neutral objects.
The beautiful hyperbole relevant to this piece, with its "vast vacuities" in the formal proportions and note-to-rest ratio, is the following quotation from a piece on culture in the southern United States one hundred years ago. It's the kind of thing we read today about TV/internet/pop culture and it's reassuring to know that we've always had our noses in the air whilst pointing at others' perceived deficiencies:
"It is, indeed, amazing to contemplate so vast a vacuity. One thinks of the interstellar spaces, of the colossal reaches of the now mythical ether. Nearly the whole of Europe could be lost in that stupendous region of fat farms, shoddy cities and paralyzed cerebrums: one could throw in France, Germany and Italy, and still have room for the British Isles. And yet, for all its size and all its wealth and all the 'progress' it babbles of, it is almost as sterile, artistically, intellectually, culturally, as the Sahara Desert." (H.L. Mencken, The Sahara of the Bozart)
So, here's a piece of purely intellectual artistic construction, devoid of any emotional content whatsoever. Time to ponder.
their faces on fire is a flexible, musician-tweaked algorithmic
composition for baritone saxophone and computer. The objective of the approach
is the algorithmic specification of the global structure, parameters,
tendencies, data, and data processing techniques for a composition, with the
configuration of the open parameter space made by the musician from a series of
limited choices. This leads to different versions of the piece---some easier
than others perhaps---but with an identifiable character common to all. For
instance, the saxophone part will always consist of a three-in-one contrapuntal
texture created by leaps between three different registers: low, "harmonic",
and high (altissimo), but the order of these can be chosen by the musician.
The title comes from Samuel Beckett's First Love (1945):
"Wherever nauseated time has dropped a nice fat turd you will find
our patriots, sniffing it up on all fours, their faces on fire."
One thing I love about this and similar works---especially the audience's
various reactions to such passages when they're performed---is the jarring
juxtaposition of such scatological imagery against the more palatable
diversions within. In other words, such sentences create a spicy shock that
can awaken you from the more uniform flow of prose surrounding them. Musical
parallels to this have been an underlying concern of mine for years; moreover,
the specific import of this quotation is, in my opinion, always worth
highlighting.
Humans exaggerate on a regular basis. Typical hyperboles might be
"this bag weighs a ton", "I'm so hungry I could eat a horse", or any
of the invariably (!) hilarious "Yo' mama so fat..." jokes. Perhaps
even worse than footballers ("I hit the post. I was gutted") are
artists. Have you ever sat silently suffering ("dying", anyone?) at a
contemporary poetry reading, as the reciter over-emotes their way
through a litany of subtexts we can summarise by "me, me, me! I'm so
deep and clever!"? Such occasions often merely reinforce the popular
perception of artistic outputs as being expressive of the creator's
emotions. But that is less interesting than artworks' invitation to
be social, communal, and at the same time introspect and inspect our
personal, perhaps emotional reactions to intrinsically neutral
objects:
When faced with a Nitsch picture of animal guts resting on a man's
genital area, do we feel horror and offence or see the skin as a
mirror, a symmetrical inversion of nothing more than what's behind the
man's (and by implication our) skin at all times, sobering as that may
be ("hello mortality!")?
Whilst on the subject of male genitalia, do Mapplethorpe's motor oil
crotch smearings (accompanied by tight testicular ties) excite
homophobic panic or amazement at the textures and play of light and
shadow?
The choice (to grow) is ours.
So, at the risk of being called a Cretan, here's a piece without any
emotional content whatsoever.
Without wishing to appear esoteric, boastful, or holier-than-thou, it's
relevant to the reception and contextualisation of this piece to point out that
it would have been impossible for me to write it without years of practice of
Vipassana (Insight) meditation. In contrast to most of my music, the piece is
very slow and calm, lasting a total of 37 minutes or so, but with possible
stopping points at 15 and 21 minutes along the way. It demands extremely quiet
playing from the pianist almost all the way through, thus putting the
piano back into the pianoforte you might say.
That Rei Nakamura, for whom this piece was written, could carry off
virtuosic, fast, complex music was made clear to me in a couple of projects we
have done together recently; hence the perhaps counterintuitive response--or
challenge even--represented by this soft, gentle meditation on the piano's
resonant properties. The title, with its image of a gentle woodland creature,
is meant ironically--again: as a challenge--not in a new-agey manner.
The skill demanded of the pianist consists amongst other things in very
accurately playing together the notes of each of the quiet chords, in order to
properly fuse the sonorities; playing evenly, so as not to disturb the sense of
line and serenity; and, perhaps dialectically opposed to the latter, the subtly
different colouring and shading of isolated notes and chords in different
registers, to place them spatially and create variety in an otherwise
dynamically and rhythmically rather uniform piece.
PS: For the geeks amongst us: This piece was created with my slippery chicken
algorithmic composition software. It is conceived in four voices: one for each
of the pianist's hands, and another two for the high and low voices of an
analogue synthesis emulation played back from the computer and mixed with
various other sound files (some algorithmic, some ambient) in four channels.
Essentially there are three nine-bar phrases in 4/4 meter, each in four part
counterpoint. The assignment of contrapuntal parts to each of the four voices
(computer high/low, piano left-hand/right-hand) is determined by a permutation
routine in which there are 24 possible permutations of the four voices. The
selection of which of the three phrases to use is also decided by a partially
repeated permutation (there being only six possible permutations of three
items). Inserted into these longer phrases are an ever increasing, ever more
frequently recurring set of shorter repeating bars, each of which is extracted
from the longer sequences. Where these repeats are inserted is determined by a
Fibonacci-based transition algorithm; the number of repeats by a sequence of
ascending prime numbers (3 5 3 5 7 11 7 13 11 13 17).
The harmonic material was created by ear. There are twelve chords, or
harmonic sets, which may or may not be used by the algorithm in their
entirety--either linearly or vertically--during one rhythmic sequence. The
determination of which chord(s) can follow which was also determined by ear,
and a varying but internally consistent linear sequence extended
algorithmically from this. (In fact, chord nine is missing in this piece, not
so much by design as by algorithmic coincidence.) The harmonies are transposed
by a minor third during the second half of the piece.
The title of this piece is taken from the poem "Final Notions" by Adrienne
Rich (1929-):
It will not be simple, it will not take long
It will take little time, it will take all your thought
It will take all your heart, it will take all your breath
It will be short, it will not be simple
It will touch through your ribs, it will take all your heart
It will not take long, it will occupy all your thought
As a city is occupied, as a bed is occupied
It will take your flesh, it will not be simple
You are coming into us who cannot withstand you
You are coming into us who never wanted to withstand you
You are taking parts of us into places never planned
You are going far away with pieces of our lives
It will be short, it will take all your breath
It will not be simple, it will become your will
The mood of the piece picks up on the simplicity and directness of language,
the repetitions, and the almost breathless speed (in my reading at least) of
the poetic meter.
Deceptively simple on the page, "you are coming into us who cannot withstand
you" gains its impetus from the combination of small, simple rhythmic units
into larger, sometimes repeating sequences by means of an algorithmic technique
I call rhythm chains. These sequences are usually placed in polymetric
opposition to similarly constructed contrapuntally combined sequences. The
tempi are quick, the energy level is high, and the perception of multiple
pattern streams moving at different rates is the main feature of the music.
The title is taken from the poem "Don't Flinch" by Adrienne Rich:
Lichen-green lines of shingle pulsate and waver
when you lift your eyes. It's the glare. Don't flinch
The news you were reading
(who tramples whom) is antique
and on the death pages you've seen already
worms doing their normal work
on the life that was: the chewers chewing
at a sensuality that wrestled doom
an anger steeped in love they can't
even taste. How could this still
shock or sicken you? Friends go missing, mute
nameless.. Toss
the paper. Reach again
for the Iliad. The lines
pulse into sense. Turn up the music
Now do you hear it? can you smell smoke
under the near shingles?
The bottleneck guitar sound was utmost in my mind from the very beginning of
working on this piece. I have a very strong and fond memory of watching Ry
Cooder play the guitar with a bottleneck on the now defunct UK TV music show
"The Old Grey Whistle Test" when I was about three or four years old. The sound
of this has remained with me my whole life and is strongly associated with the
guitar for me personally.
Other techniques specific to the guitar were also used in this piece: string
rattles created by delicately touching a vibrating open string with either the
fingernail or the bottleneck; different plucking positions, from near the
bridge to on the fingerboard; tremolo with and without a plectrum; glissandi;
exaggerated vibrato with and without the bottleneck; various single and double
harmonics; and pitch bends.
Viewed historically, this is essentially an instrument-plus-tape piece. The
computer is used only to trigger stereo sound files, sometimes at the push of a
pedal, other times once the onset of a guitar note is detected. Simplicity was
utmost in my mind in choosing to use the computer in this way as I wanted
Yvonne and perhaps other guitarists to be able to perform the piece without my
presence being necessary.
The piece is definitely out of the ordinary in having what is essentially a
conventionally notatable computer part. Most electronic components in music of
this kind consist mainly of sounds that could only be made--perhaps especially
rhythmically--with computers or other electronic equipment. I was attracted in
this piece to the idea of creating an almost acoustic instrumental trio, but
having the luxury of continuously modifying, refining, and spectrally shaping
two of the voices through digital production techniques.
In addition to software samplers and synthesizers, several other sounds were
mixed in: a recording of myself improvising on tenor saxophone; myself reciting
Rich's poem; recordings of sheep; and Artaud's "Pour en finir avec le jugement
de dieu". The latter was used purely for its sonic and not its semantic
content.
"We are not a young people with an innocent record and a scanty inheritance. We
have engrossed to ourselves - an altogether disproportionate share of wealth
and traffic of the world. We have got all we want in territory, and our claim
to be left in the unmolested enjoyment of vast and splendid possessions, mainly
acquired by violence, largely maintained by force, often seems less reasonable
to others than to us." (Winston Churchill, 1914)
It is simultaneously satisfying and disturbing to read that such a powerful
man as Churchill clearly understood the nature and causes of the staggering
disparity of wealth between his country and those from whom it stole. At the
same time, and like most of our leaders, it is to our shame that he did so
little to redress the imbalance. In fact, writing only five years later about
possible solutions to the Iraq problem of his time, Churchill would
appear to be quite a different man from the one we might imagine--more related
to Saddam Hussein, perhaps: "I am strongly in favour of using poisoned gas
against uncivilised tribes", he wrote in 1919.
Altogether disproportionate, no? At the time of writing (October 2010),
the proposed cuts to the UK military budget are 8%; those to the higher
education teaching budget, 80%. The widely broadcast US military deaths since
the invasion of Iraq in 2003 number more than 4300; the almost always ignored
Iraqi civilian deaths caused by the war, circa 100,000. The cost to US tax
payers of each Taliban fighter's death in Afghanistan? $50 million, according
to one estimate. Such depressing statistics were taxing me whilst writing this
piece, along with a Diane Arbus image of one of the 'patriots' she photographed
during the Vietnam War. Not the more famous one, with the maniacal expression
on his face, but the stiff boater wearer, sporting the almost illegible lapel badge
which implores "Bomb Hanoi." Pleasant young man. Proportionate?
Hardly.
As for the music: Per Rundberg asked for it. He told me he wanted
something similar to my ensemble piece, cheat sheet, that he
co-premiered in Austria in 2007. He enjoyed--or so he said at least--the very
fast tempi that drove the performers to almost skim through the vast array of
notes--16000 odd in that piece I believe; only 3000 or so here--careering
into each other and into all sorts of unplannable serendipities that are
usually found only in free improvisations. He also expressed a desire for
music with political content, something that was abundant in cheat sheet.
So here we are.
I was further mindful of various conversations Per and I have had over the
last thirteen years about works for piano and electronics. It was Per who
pointed out to me that one of the difficulties of using amplification is that
musicians perform not just in, but with the architectural space
of a concert hall; that they learn to project their instrument's sound into
that space, and loudspeakers disturb this relationship. So although I
nevertheless wanted to write for piano and computer, this time I didn't want to
make a piece which demanded amplification through a PA system. My solution was
to use loudspeakers under the piano. This allows me to excite the piano's
sound board with electronics; mix the instrumental and electronic sources
acoustically, in situ, rather than electronically, in a mixing desk; and allows
Per to perform without microphones, balancing sound levels according to both
the acoustic properties of the piano and the hall he plays in.
I can't resist ending with a quotation from the composer Helmut Lachenmann.
His inspiring writings go some way towards explaining the presence here of so much
political comment in what should be a simple concert programme note: "The
experience of the beautiful is indissolubly connected with making perceptible
the social contradictions in our reality; because to make them perceptible is
to make them surmountable."
"Where would I go, if I could go, who would I be, if I could be, what
would I say, if I had a voice, who says this, saying it's me?"
Samuel Beckett, opening of Texts for Nothing 4
Composers' concentration on the musical text and the general perception of
composers as exclusive musical visionaries who set down notes which performers
need only play in the right order and with the required precision in order to
succeed, greatly obscures the role of the performer and all s/he brings to a
piece of composed music. We can see this not just in terms of conscious
interpretation, but centuries of mostly undocumented and implied performance
practice; all the intricate details which need to be mastered to bring music to
life, but which are not to be found on the page. Anyone who has heard a machine
performance of a well-known piece immediately hears and understands this.
In more and more of my recent works I treat the score not as an ideal which
must be achieved but as a system to strive against which leads to expressive
yet often out-of-control situations. All the usual notational details are
present and most are quite simple (this is not the New Complexity); there is
nothing aleatoric or random about the score, but one or two of the performance
parameters will be extreme. In this piece, the speed at which musical material
is to be presented is such that the performer is forced to skim, to improvise
even, to react to the score rather than simply (!) play it. The intention is
for an unusual energy and tension to arise, along with unimaginable and
perhaps unnotatable instrumental sounds.
The saxophone as we know it is slowly revealed through various more unusual
views of the instrument, as a technological extension of the human vocal
apparatus, and as a resonating tube. Each of the six sections proceed via the
same but ever-shortening algorithm: a two-in-one-voice hocket-like exchange of
foreground and background notes, most often in different registers. Both
saxophone and computer play through the same basic material but this is
obscured in the former by a superimposed note-rejection procedure and in the
latter by intentionally programmed rhythmic sloppiness. The obscuring reduces
over the course of the piece until in the final section the computer and
saxophone are locked in a uni-rhythmic and euphoric mêlée of sharply
accented, ever-changing metrical assaults. Whose music you are hearing
though--mine or the performer's--is open to question.
"for Magda Cordell, if she'll have it" was created with algorithmic composition
software I've been developing since 2000. In particular this piece uses a
looping technique designed for processing digital audio but now adapted to
looping notated rhythms.
Magda Cordell's "Figure (Woman)" is a hugely energetic painting that manages to
create recognisable forms from techniques we usually associate with abstract
expressionism, something analogous to the conscious yet non-reactionary use of
tonal (even jazz-like) structures in the cascade of notes that pour forth in my
piece.
"cheat sheet" for solo electric guitar, flute, clarinet, percussion, string
trio, double bass, and live electronics was a commission from the Austrian
Ensemble for New Music (OENM) and the Bregenz Festival. It has very curious
beginnings. On May 3rd 2005, two days before the Blair Labour Government was
re-elected, Edwards was reading the BBC News website and stumbled on the
following statement by the Labour Minister Gordon Brown regarding the
government's decision in 2003 to invade Iraq: "We believed we were making the
right decision in the British national economic interest...at the end of the
day we wanted the security of Britain and the British national interest to be
advanced." Edwards couldn't believe his eyes: that this reason--well-known to
all but denied by those responsible--was there to read in the mainstream media
two days before the election. It was "too good (or rather too bad) to be true.
And so it was. For when I reloaded the page some fifteen minutes later the
statement had been removed. Redacted. Edited out. Censored. A search of the
BBC website resulted in another story with the same quotation. And again, a
few minutes later it was gone from that story too. [...] I was
stunned--frightened even--to see what I could only suppose was government
control of the media so nakedly at work. Or perhaps the BBC themselves
redacted the statement", so writes the composer, who immediately contacted
several national newspapers, national and international political
organisations, the BBC, even Gordon Brown's office. No response was
forthcoming, no open discussion, no explanation, "no trouble". In his work
"cheat sheet" Edwards thematicises the idea of censorship.
German version:
"cheat sheet" für Solo E-Gitarre, Flöte, Klarinette, Percussion, Streichtrio,
Kontrabass und Live-Elektronik ist ein Auftragswerk des Österreichischen
Ensembles für Neue Musik und den Bregenzer Festspielen und hat eine äußerst
kuriose Vorgeschichte. Am 3. Mai 2005, zwei Tage, bevor die Blair Labour
Regierung wiedergewählt wurde, stolperte Edwards beim Durchsehen der BBC
New-Webseite über folgendes Statement des Labour Ministers Gordon Brown, der
über die Regierungsentscheidung 2003, in den Irak-Krieg zu ziehen, meinte: "We
believed we were making the right decision in the British national economic
interest...at the end of the day we wanted the security of Britain and the
British national interest to be advanced." Edwards konnte seinen
Augen nich trauen, dass dieser allen bekannte--und von allen Verantwortlichen
geleugnete--Kriegseintrittsgrund zwei Tage vor der Wahl in den Medien zu lesen
sei. Es war "too good (or rather too bad) to be true. And so it was. For
when I reloaded the page some fifteen minutes later the statement had been
rmoved. Redacted. Edited out. Censored. A search of the BBC website
resulted in another story with the asme quotation. And again, a few minutes
later it was gone from that story too. [...] I was stunned--frightened
even--to see what I could only suppose was government control of the media so
nakedly at work. Or perhaps the BBC themselves redacted the statement", so der
Komponist, der sofort mehrer Zeitungen, nationale und internationale politische
Organisationen, die BBC, sogar Gordon Browns Office kontaktierte. Ein
wirkliches Echo kam nicht--keine öffentliche Diskussion, keine Erklärung, "no
trouble". In seinem Werk "cheat sheet" thematisiert Edwards nun die Idee der
Zensur.
I read somewhere that when we elect a leader we are choosing the person to
murder in our name. It's an idea that's easy to reject out of hand, but when
you think about it, there's an awful lot of killing still being done today by
large military organisations. The days of the wild west and the crusades may
be over; the idea of war within a 'civilised' country's own borders may be
unlikely; but still, some of those countries--my own included--spill a lot of
blood in various parts of the world. Those countries who do the killing are
usually relatively wealthy; those who die, poor. It's not difficult to see the
connection. As Balzac wrote: "The secret of great wealth with no obvious
source is some forgotten crime, forgotten because it was done neatly."
Commissioned by the Center for Art and Media Technology (ZKM) Karlsruhe,
Germany, I Kill by Proxy (when I vote, when I shop) is a composition for
piano, percussion, and computer lasting between 60 and 75 minutes (in the full
version). Mixing fully-composed and improvised musical structures, the
considerable duration of this work is mitigated by a division into several
sections, the major parts of which are a solo percussion piece, a solo piano
piece, and a piano-percussion duo. Transitions between the pieces are
improvised, creating a continuous work without breaks. Notwithstanding this
design, the individual fully-composed sections can be performed separately, in
a different context and programme.
The computer part combines real-time sound processing techniques with
playback of pre-mixed sound files. The sources for these sound files are
mainly snippets of recordings of the instrumental parts of the piece, ordered
and processed by the same algorithms that helped generate those parts.
As with all my compositional work since c. 2000, I Kill by Proxy was
composed with my own algorithmic composition software. Object-oriented Common
Lisp code was developed mainly at ZKM with the generous support of two Guest
Artist stipends in the summers of 2000 and 2001. The software is continuously
in development. For I Kill by Proxy, programming was focussed upon new
pitch-selection algorithms.
Many thanks, as always, to Bill Schottstaedt of Stanford University for the
CLM software with which the majority of the signal processing of sounds was
made; and to the Camargo Foundation for a wonderful residency in Cassis,
France, where most of the compositional work was done.
The engagement with my algorithmic composition software slippery chicken has become
amongst other things a generative music project. Apart from the main
instrument-with-computer and purely acoustic works, this has generated a
collection of self-sufficient little pieces in the form of sound files. They
are all called scei (= slippery chicken egg, where Ei is German for egg...).
Contrary to traditional studio work (which can often be thought of as sound
sculpting) my approach here is to generate perhaps hundreds of sound files
automatically from a given sample palette and set of compositional data. Sound
file selection then, as opposed to sound crafting/design, becomes the main
activity before mixing.
The best results of the algorithms (with no post-output editing) are to be
found on the sumtone
site as short but complete pieces.
The engagement with my algorithmic composition software slippery chicken has become
amongst other things a generative music project. Apart from the main
instrument-with-computer and purely acoustic works, this has generated a
collection of self-sufficient little pieces in the form of sound files. They
are all called scei (= slippery chicken egg, where Ei is German for egg...).
Contrary to traditional studio work (which can often be thought of as sound
sculpting) my approach here is to generate perhaps hundreds of sound files
automatically from a given sample palette and set of compositional data. Sound
file selection then, as opposed to sound crafting/design, becomes the main
activity before mixing.
The best results of the algorithms (with no post-output editing) are to be
found on the sumtone
site as short but complete pieces.
The engagement with my algorithmic composition software slippery chicken has become
amongst other things a generative music project. Apart from the main
instrument-with-computer and purely acoustic works, this has generated a
collection of self-sufficient little pieces in the form of sound files. They
are all called scei (= slippery chicken egg, where Ei is German for egg...).
Contrary to traditional studio work (which can often be thought of as sound
sculpting) my approach here is to generate perhaps hundreds of sound files
automatically from a given sample palette and set of compositional data. Sound
file selection then, as opposed to sound crafting/design, becomes the main
activity before mixing.
The best results of the algorithms (with no post-output editing) are to be
found on the sumtone
site as short but complete pieces.
Busy, busy, busy. If we're shopping for food at 3am, is this a testament to
modern convenience or an indictment of our over-crammed lives? If we have
time to think, will it be about our career, family, i.e. the serious stuff, or
about art (which should be a pleasant distraction, not yet another challenge,
right?)?
But art and entertainment are not synonyms.
"The pleasures of urban populations have become mainly passive: seeing
cinemas, watching football matches, listening to the radio, and so on.
This results from the fact that their active energies are fully taken up
with work; if they had more leisure, they would again enjoy pleasures in
which they took an active part."
(In Praise of Idleness, Bertrand Russell)
If true in 1932, when Russell wrote this essay, then it is perhaps even more so
today. An important question is to what extent this phenomenon occurred
naturally as opposed to being manipulated, and if at all the latter, then by
whom? Russell in the same essay writes:
"In the West, we ... have no attempt at economic justice, so that a large
proportion of the total produce goes to a small minority of the
population, many of whom do no work at all... We keep a large percentage
of the working population idle, because we can dispense with their labour
by making the others overwork. When all these methods prove inadequate, we
have a war: we cause a number of people to manufacture high explosives,
and a number of others to explode them, as if we were children who had
just discovered fireworks. By a combination of all these devices we
manage, though with difficulty, to keep alive the notion that a great deal
of severe manual work must be the lot of the average man."
No news there. Many people would recognise this social structure as
fundamental to our modern 'democratic' societies. Others see it rather as
oligarchy, plutocracy. Whichever it is, the distractions of over-work and a
media system offering more cud for the chew than that which is our due seem to
be working well:
"what the democratic mind requires, above all, is time; time to consider
its options. Time to develop the democratic virtues of independence,
orneriness, objectivity, and fairness. Time, perhaps ... to ponder the
course our unelected captains have so generously set for us, and to
consider mutiny when the iceberg looms.
Which is precisely why we need to be kept busy. If we have no time to
think, to mull, if we have no time to piece together the sudden
associations and unexpected, mid-shower insights that are the stuff of
independent opinion, then we are less citizens than cursors, easily
manipulated, vulnerable to the currents of power."
(Quitting the Paint Factory, on the virtues of idleness,
Mark Slouka)
So what has all this to do with my piece of music? Everything and nothing.
Everything because both my imagination and indignation are fueled by social
injustice and this feeds the creative urge. Everything because I do not want
to be "putting art to the service of suppression and the propagation of a false
sense of security" (Helmut Lachenmann). Nothing because (diminuendo...) the
driving generative and structural force of the piece relates to the title in
another, infinitely more abstract way:
A viola player uses the four fingers of the left hand to stop the strings;
there are 24 possible permutations of the four fingers; of these 24 there are
620448401733239439360000 permutations, only seven of which are used in this
piece (thankfully, you might say), memorised by the performer and
superimposed--generally as fast as possible: busy, busy, busy--onto various
transpositions of seven basic tetrachords on each of the seven strings of the
viola d'amore...
And "freedom fried"? From the embarrassingly childish jingoism of the US House
of Representatives in renaming their French Fries as Freedom Fries after
France's refusal to join the 2003 Iraq crusade. From the perversion of the
very idea of freedom, something which can now apparently include frying
innocent Fallujahns in burning white phosphorus: not, according to the military
and the media, a chemical weapon, and certainly not remotely as wicked as the
infamous chemical attacks Saddam inflicted on Halabja. Of course not; on
the contrary, simply a fair price to pay for good ol' democracy.
24/7: freedom fried was written for Garth Knox.
in limine is based on the syllabic and verse structure of
Eugenio Montale's (1896-1981) 1924 poem of the same name (provided
below with William Arrowsmith's translation):
Godi se il vento ch'entra nel pomario
vi rimena l'ondata della vita:
qui dove affonda un morto
viluppo di memorie,
orto no era, ma reliquiario.
Il frullo che tu senti non è un volo,
ma il commuoversi dell'eterno grembo;
vedi che si trasforma questo lembo
di terra solitario in un crogiuolo.
Un rovello è di qua dall'erto muro.
Se procedi t'imbatti
tu forse nel fantasma che ti salva:
si compongono qui le storie, gli atti
scancellati pel giuoco del futuro.
Cerca una maglia rotta nella rete
che ci stringe, tu balza fuori, fuggi!
Va, per te l'ho pregato,--ora la sete
mi sarà lieve, meno acre la ruggine . . .
|
Rejoice when the breeze that enters the orchard
brings you back the tidal rush of life:
here, where dead memories
mesh and founder,
was no garden, but a reliquary.
That surge you hear is no whir of wings,
but the stirring of the eternal womb.
Look how this strip of lonely coast
has been transformed: a crucible.
All is furor within the sheer wall.
Advance, and you may chance upon
the phantasm who might save you:
here are tales composed and deeds
annulled, for the future to enact.
Find a break in the meshes of the net
that tightens around us, leap out, flee!
Go, I have prayed for your escape---now my thirst
will be slaked, my rancor less bitter . . .
|
The third of a set of pieces based on Montale's poetry, in
limine (Latin: at the threshold) particularly takes its impetus
from the imperatives of the poem: Rejoice, Look, Advance, Find, Leap,
Flee, Go. These active verbs are countered, however, both in the poem
and the music, by the static, timeless quality of the reliquary, the
coast, the wall; the summer heat of Montale's native Liguria.
Also at work is a deliberate distortion of musical proportions:
sections at the beginning are compressed to an unusual degree, they
rush through material to the point where musical ideas are only hinted
at, creating an almost schizophrenic musical atmosphere. Later,
sections and material are stretched beyond their means, to the point
where the musical fabric almost tears or bulges into ungainly
shapes; like your reflection mutated in a hall of mirrors.
The composition of in limine was made possible by the
support of the UK's Arts and Humanities Research Board.
"and nothing, and nothing. the days of
the bosses, yellow men
with bad breath and big feet, men
who look like frogs, hyenas, men who walk
as if melody had never been invented, men
who think it is intelligent to hire and fire and
profit, men with expensive wives they possess
like 60 acres of ground to be drilled
or shown-off or to be walled away from
the incompetent, men who'd kill you
because they're crazy and justify it because
it's the law, men who stand in front of
windows 30 feet wide and see nothing,
men with luxury yachts who can sail around
the world and yet never get out of their vest
pockets, men like snails, men like eels, men
like slugs, and not as good . . . "
(Charles Bukowski)
From Charles to Charlie (Parker), and working on his assertion that if
it's not in you, it won't come out through your horn, this piece is
based around the two versions of "Bongo Bop" Parker recorded in
October 1947: a four times augmentation of the 9x12 bar blocks,
rhythmically and harmonically derived from the source, there is very
little of Parker sampled for the piece (most samples are of myself on
alto), but you may hear snatches of a very young Miles Davis and,
later in the piece, lots of the short rhythm section fills between
solo phrases, complete with wax disc aberrations, clicks, and general
lo-fi distortions. Most of all, however, you'll hear breath.*
* N.B. You probably won't notice much correlation between what you see
the saxophonist doing and what you hear. In this piece, the saxophone
is used more as a system exciter than as a normal musical
instrument. So for one thing, you probably won't hear any normal
notes. Also, due to processes such as live sampling, granulation, and
looping, if something audible is done live, you may not hear it
at the time but rather later, or perhaps not at all.
P.S. At the beginning of the piece I decided to set the scene
properly, albeit briefly, for a work of this nature by transporting us
out of the (perhaps overly formal?) concert hall into Henry's Jazz
Cellar, just off the Lothian Road in Edinburgh. Seemed like a more
suitable venue. A little bit more relaxed.
The form and rhythmic structure of skin is closely based on (generated with,
even) the following poem by Eugenio Montale (1896-1981), as translated by
William Arrowsmith:
Ciò che di me sapeste
non fu che la scialbatura,
la tonaca che riveste
la nostra umana ventura.
Ed era forse oltre il telo
l'azzurro tranquillo;
vietava il limpido cielo
solo un sigillo.
O vero c'era il falòtico
mutarsi della mia vita,
lo schiudersi d'un'ignita
zolla che mai vedrò.
Restò così questa scorza
la vera mia sostanza;
il fuoco che non si smorza
per me si chiamò: l'ignoranza.
Se un'ombra scorgete, non è
un'ombra--ma quella io sono.
Potessi spiccarla da me,
offrirvela in dono.
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What you knew of me
was only a whitened skin,
the cowl that cloaks
our human destiny.
And perhaps behind the blue veil
the air was blue and still;
between me and the clear sky
lay a simple seal.
Or else it was that wildfire
changing of my life,
the disclosure of the kindled clod
I'll never see.
So then this husk remained
my true substance;
the name of unquenched fire
for me was--ignorance.
If you glimpse a shade,
it's not a shade--it's me.
If I could strip that shade away,
I'd give it to you, gladly.
|
Technical Details
Along with amplification, sound file playback, and diffusion, the computer is
used to perform real-time granular synthesis (with transposition) of the viol
signal using a custom Max/MSP external written by the composer. The viol part
was made using the composer's slippery chicken algorithmic composition
software, as were the pre-prepared sounds triggered during the piece (using
the same data and algorithms as the viol part, as well as sounds from that
part as input to the sound processing).
Motivations
The nature of the piece is a reaction to a reaction from Mark Summers when he
was considering whether to play a previously-written cello piece of mine:
"Don't you ever write any long notes?"
Long notes combined with unnatural playing techniques create the potential for
all kinds of wonderful failures over and over again. Rather than be avoided,
these are desired, amplified, and celebrated. There is beauty there. As well
as a detached structural rigour applied almost remotely, coldly, like
destruction at a distance, technical sophistication applied to ugly, violent
ends.
Which naturally leads to:
programme_note_version_2.0.the_other_side.neither_sophisticated_nor_elevated.but_heartfelt
Rant
and so I finally come back to britain with a real job paying real taxes and
what do the bastards spend them on in my name? : bombing the shit out of some
poor oppressed people several thousand miles away (as always)
and with a view to robbing them (as always)
and calling it "acts of liberation" (as usual)
and still calling this a democracy (as if)
pisses me off
yeah right 51st state land of the free (free to
shut up
put up
fuck up (collectively of course))
I really tried I did I tried to concentrate on beauty even found myself a
nice poem didn't work though it came out really nasty this time
shocked even me felt like dr (dj?...nah) frankenstein
consumed by monstrous algorithms
yeah skin
shards of it
dripping off your neighbours' wall
imagine that and tell me you still want those bombs
(it's not the actual crime of this war that gets to me most it's
the boundless cynical audacity of their lies so-called reasons justifications
imagine them sitting in their clinically secure offices marketing their
abominations "[laughing] oh come on no one could believe
that" "damn straight they're gonna believe it
'cause we got the best goddamn pr firm ever existed an' if they can sell bud
to beer lovers..." (substitute suitably stiff limey equivalent for
the downing street version)
saddest thing is they (we!) do believe
because that's what makes it possible again and again and again (and again))
The engagement with my algorithmic composition software slippery chicken has become
amongst other things a generative music project. Apart from the main
instrument-with-computer and purely acoustic works, this has generated a
collection of self-sufficient little pieces in the form of sound files. They
are all called scei (= slippery chicken egg, where Ei is German for egg...).
Contrary to traditional studio work (which can often be thought of as sound
sculpting) my approach here is to generate perhaps hundreds of sound files
automatically from a given sample palette and set of compositional data. Sound
file selection then, as opposed to sound crafting/design, becomes the main
activity before mixing.
The best results of the algorithms (with no post-output editing) are to be
found on the sumtone
site as short but complete pieces.
The engagement with my algorithmic composition software slippery chicken has become
amongst other things a generative music project. Apart from the main
instrument-with-computer and purely acoustic works, this has generated a
collection of self-sufficient little pieces in the form of sound files. They
are all called scei (= slippery chicken egg, where Ei is German for egg...).
Contrary to traditional studio work (which can often be thought of as sound
sculpting) my approach here is to generate perhaps hundreds of sound files
automatically from a given sample palette and set of compositional data. Sound
file selection then, as opposed to sound crafting/design, becomes the main
activity before mixing.
The best results of the algorithms (with no post-output editing) are to be
found on the sumtone
site as short but complete pieces.
The engagement with my algorithmic composition software slippery chicken has become
amongst other things a generative music project. Apart from the main
instrument-with-computer and purely acoustic works, this has generated a
collection of self-sufficient little pieces in the form of sound files. They
are all called scei (= slippery chicken egg, where Ei is German for egg...).
Contrary to traditional studio work (which can often be thought of as sound
sculpting) my approach here is to generate perhaps hundreds of sound files
automatically from a given sample palette and set of compositional data. Sound
file selection then, as opposed to sound crafting/design, becomes the main
activity before mixing.
The best results of the algorithms (with no post-output editing) are to be
found on the sumtone
site as short but complete pieces.
The engagement with my algorithmic composition software slippery chicken has become
amongst other things a generative music project. Apart from the main
instrument-with-computer and purely acoustic works, this has generated a
collection of self-sufficient little pieces in the form of sound files. They
are all called scei (= slippery chicken egg, where Ei is German for egg...).
Contrary to traditional studio work (which can often be thought of as sound
sculpting) my approach here is to generate perhaps hundreds of sound files
automatically from a given sample palette and set of compositional data. Sound
file selection then, as opposed to sound crafting/design, becomes the main
activity before mixing.
The best results of the algorithms (with no post-output editing) are to be
found on the sumtone
site as short but complete pieces.
The engagement with my algorithmic composition software slippery chicken has become
amongst other things a generative music project. Apart from the main
instrument-with-computer and purely acoustic works, this has generated a
collection of self-sufficient little pieces in the form of sound files. They
are all called scei (= slippery chicken egg, where Ei is German for egg...).
Contrary to traditional studio work (which can often be thought of as sound
sculpting) my approach here is to generate perhaps hundreds of sound files
automatically from a given sample palette and set of compositional data. Sound
file selection then, as opposed to sound crafting/design, becomes the main
activity before mixing.
The best results of the algorithms (with no post-output editing) are to be
found on the sumtone
site as short but complete pieces.
Tramontana was written mainly in September 2002 in the Villa Serbelloni
of the Rockefeller Foundation (Bellagio, Italy) shortly before I moved to
Edinburgh after a five-year stay in Austria. The title is from a Eugenio
Montale poem that refers to a stark, cold, northerly wind coming from the
mountains.
The piece has three sound sources: 1) a live amplified viola, tuned so that the
first three strings have a harmonic that is exactly in tune with the seventh
partial of the fourth string; 2) 4-channel sound files made from samples of a
recording of the viola part; and 3) live processing of the viola using Max/MSP
and a C programme I wrote for live granular synthesis with transposition. The
version for first performance with the Experimentalstudio Freiburg included
grains circulated around the audience in eight channels using their Halaphone
hard/software.
The instrumental and sample-processing parts of the piece were created with my
slippery chicken algorithmic composition software (written in Common
Lisp). Of significance here is the close structural relationship between the
two parts, particularly the quasi-instrumental listening experience that the
sound files produce. This often goes so far as to make the live viola and
sound files indisinguishable. It is my goal in such pieces to create a sound
world in which neither the instrumental nor the electronic sounds dominate,
rather, each one supports and extends the other. This is achieved here insofar
as the same computational processes are used to generate both layers (in
Tramontana mostly permutation and "tendency producing" algorithms). It is
a feature of slippery chicken that once the data for a piece is produced
in computer memory (in an abstract and output-media independent format), the
programme can generate from the same data scores using the programme Common
Music Notation (CMN), sound files using Common Lisp Music (CLM), and MIDI files
using Common Music (CM).
For CLM and CMN I am, as always, grateful to Bill Schottstaedt of Stanford
University; for CM to Rick Taube. For several tips and suggestions I'm obliged
to the violist who gave the premiere in Darmstadt on August 12th 2004: Barbara
Maurer.
Tramontana wurde hauptsächlich im September 2002 in der Villa Serbelloni
der Rockefeller Foundation (Bellagio, Italien) geschrieben, kurz bevor
ich nach einem fünfjährigen Aufenthalt in Österreich nach Edinburgh
zog. Der Titel stammt von einem Gedicht Eugenio Montales und bezeichnet
einen starken, kalten Nordwind.
Das Stück besteht aus drei Klangquellen: Zum einen die live gespielte
Bratsche, die verstärkt und so gestimmt ist, dass die ersten drei Saiten
ein Flageolet bilden, das mit dem siebten Teilton der vierten Saite
übereinstimmt. Zum anderen Computer-Klangdateien, deren
Ausgangsmaterialien (Samples) von einer zuvor aufgenommenen Version der
Bratschenstimme stammen sowie die Live-Bearbeitung der Bratschenstimme
mit dem Programm Max/MSP und hier insbesondere mit einem von mir in C
geschriebenen MSP Objekt für Granular-Synthese mit Transposition. Die
Grains von der Live-Granular-Synthese werden in dieser Aufführung mit
dem vom Experimentalstudio entwickelten Halaphon verräumlicht.
Der Instrumental- sowie der Sample-Bearbeitungsteil des Stückes wurde
mit meinem in Common Lisp geschriebenen Algorithmischen
Kompositionsprogramm "slippery chicken" entwickelt. Signifikant daran
ist der enge strukturelle Zusammenhang zwischen diesen zwei Teilen und
besonders das quasi instrumentale Hörerleben, das die Klangdateien
hervorrufen. Dies geht so weit, dass die live-instrumentalen und
elektronischen Teile oft ununterscheidbar sind. Mein Ziel ist es
tatsächlich in solchen Stücken, eine Klangwelt zu schaffen, in der weder
der Instrumental- noch der Elektronikteil dominiert, sondern beide das
jeweils Andere unterstützen und erweitern. Dies kann erreicht werden,
indem die gleichen Prozesse (in Tramontana meistens Permutationen und
Tendenzen erzeugende Algorithmen) zur Erstellung beider Teile angewendet
werden: Nachdem in einem abstrakten Format die Software des Stücks
fertig ist, kann das Programm die Partitur mittels Common Music Notation
(CMN) schreiben und mittels Common Lisp Music (CLM) und den Samples die
Klangdateien erzeugen.
Für CMN und CLM bin ich, wie immer, Bill Schottstaedt von der Stanford
University dankbar. Für technischer Unterstützung in Freiburg bin ich
den Mitarbeitern und André Richard, dem Leiter des Experimentalstudios,
dankbar. Für sämtliche Anregungen und Lösungen danke ich auch Barbara
Maurer.
Self-portrait as another person or another person's self-portrait? How do you
see yourself? How do others see you, themselves? I mean really how as
well as what do you see? How do you want to see yourself? How do you
want to be? Like Dorian Gray, do you present a pretty shell covering an ugly
heart? Do you want to change?
"Selbst-porträt als ein anderer (bleib ruhig einmal verdammt!)" means
"Self-portrait as another [person] (stay calm for once, damn it!)".
OK though, this shouldn't descend into lame pop psychology, sociology or
'self-help', but a recent interesting phenomenon is that of email or chat-room
persona, virtual-reality 'avatars' even, where a person may represent
themselves through internet technology as something that they are not, or
perhaps are, but want to keep secret. It is common to find people who
exchange highly insulting messages ("flame wars") whereas in person they are
quite timid, harmless; complete misanthropes or social misfits who come across
as friendly, well-balanced people; your next-door-neighbour perhaps, who
becomes the drooling sex fiend you always knew him to be. Computers allow the
adoption of a new character, the realisation of the wildest schizophrenic
dreams even, with countless, multiply split personalities; and no-one has to
know a thing about it.
But I'll come clean: this piece was developed with my slippery
chicken algorithmic composition software. With this, I create (potentially
large) musical structures from basic musical material. Don't misunderstand me:
I do the composing, not the computer. Every single step the
computer takes in generating the structures has been programmed by me. What
the software allows, is for me to step outside of myself for a while, to
investigate, explore, to see what might be possible were I to use this idea or
that idea. I have the possibility to write music that I otherwise might not be
able to due to the high complexity of its generation. Central to the concept
is also that the same input material creates both instrumental and digital
("tape") music structures so that the two sound worlds are unified, not at
odds with each other (unless that is the intention).
In this piece, and for quite some time now, I wanted to change, to eschew my
usual loud, aggressive, fast, dense musical character and produce something
quiet, slow, rather diffuse. The music is still me though, partly because I
failed of course, but also because I still have to bring to full fruition, and
react to, the structures offered me by the program; that is, I still have to
compose in the traditional sense of the word. But I'm able to present a
different aspect of myself, develop a side of my musical character that
perhaps lies dormant, dominated, obliterated by its bigger, stronger
alter-ego(s).
Thanks to Bill Schottstaedt of CCRMA, Stanford University for the Common
Lisp Music software with which the sounds were processed for this piece;
and to Miller Puckette whose Pure Data software is used for the
real-time sound triggering, mixing and diffusion. This composition was made
possible by the kind support of the ".KUNST Bundeskanzleramt" of the Austrian
government.
The engagement with my algorithmic composition software slippery chicken has become
amongst other things a generative music project. Apart from the main
instrument-with-computer and purely acoustic works, this has generated a
collection of self-sufficient little pieces in the form of sound files. They
are all called scei (= slippery chicken egg, where Ei is German for egg...).
Contrary to traditional studio work (which can often be thought of as sound
sculpting) my approach here is to generate perhaps hundreds of sound files
automatically from a given sample palette and set of compositional data. Sound
file selection then, as opposed to sound crafting/design, becomes the main
activity before mixing.
The best results of the algorithms (with no post-output editing) are to be
found on the sumtone
site as short but complete pieces.
The engagement with my algorithmic composition software slippery chicken has become
amongst other things a generative music project. Apart from the main
instrument-with-computer and purely acoustic works, this has generated a
collection of self-sufficient little pieces in the form of sound files. They
are all called scei (= slippery chicken egg, where Ei is German for egg...).
Contrary to traditional studio work (which can often be thought of as sound
sculpting) my approach here is to generate perhaps hundreds of sound files
automatically from a given sample palette and set of compositional data. Sound
file selection then, as opposed to sound crafting/design, becomes the main
activity before mixing.
The best results of the algorithms (with no post-output editing) are to be
found on the sumtone
site as short but complete pieces.
The engagement with my algorithmic composition software slippery chicken has become
amongst other things a generative music project. Apart from the main
instrument-with-computer and purely acoustic works, this has generated a
collection of self-sufficient little pieces in the form of sound files. They
are all called scei (= slippery chicken egg, where Ei is German for egg...).
Contrary to traditional studio work (which can often be thought of as sound
sculpting) my approach here is to generate perhaps hundreds of sound files
automatically from a given sample palette and set of compositional data. Sound
file selection then, as opposed to sound crafting/design, becomes the main
activity before mixing.
The best results of the algorithms (with no post-output editing) are to be
found on the sumtone
site as short but complete pieces.
The engagement with my algorithmic composition software slippery chicken has become
amongst other things a generative music project. Apart from the main
instrument-with-computer and purely acoustic works, this has generated a
collection of self-sufficient little pieces in the form of sound files. They
are all called scei (= slippery chicken egg, where Ei is German for egg...).
Contrary to traditional studio work (which can often be thought of as sound
sculpting) my approach here is to generate perhaps hundreds of sound files
automatically from a given sample palette and set of compositional data. Sound
file selection then, as opposed to sound crafting/design, becomes the main
activity before mixing.
The best results of the algorithms (with no post-output editing) are to be
found on the sumtone
site as short but complete pieces.
The engagement with my algorithmic composition software slippery chicken has become
amongst other things a generative music project. Apart from the main
instrument-with-computer and purely acoustic works, this has generated a
collection of self-sufficient little pieces in the form of sound files. They
are all called scei (= slippery chicken egg, where Ei is German for egg...).
Contrary to traditional studio work (which can often be thought of as sound
sculpting) my approach here is to generate perhaps hundreds of sound files
automatically from a given sample palette and set of compositional data. Sound
file selection then, as opposed to sound crafting/design, becomes the main
activity before mixing.
The best results of the algorithms (with no post-output editing) are to be
found on the sumtone
site as short but complete pieces.
For some reason, the composition of this piece was dominated by my
recollections of living in
New Orleans, Summer 1993
lying on the couch drinking snow shoes, a
disgusting-sounding but rather tasty little cocktail of Wild Turkey and
peppermint schnapps; reading maupin's "Tales of the City," a
famously-funny novel about San Francisco, which is very near to where I was
living at the time when not in New Orleans; complaining about air
conditioners, both their overuse in general and our lack thereof in
particular; escaping every now and then to eat collard greens cooked with a
whole pig's foot at mother's restaurant; scratching in the
apartment of a partially-lobotomised cat crawling with ravenous
fleas; watching Fellini's satyricon with Ludi
and Sarah, Sarah being the you of (la
cucaracha) fame, the memorably efficacious killer of cockroaches
pressed into duty when yours truly didn't have the guts to deal with the
10cm-long flying, biting beasts. Michael John. Dead. Underwater. On the
other side of the world.
"the war came running in and next I knew
I was in New Orleans
walking into a bar drunk
after falling down in the mud on a rainy night.
I saw one man stab another and I walked over and
put a nickel in the juke box.
it was a beginning. San
Francisco and New Orleans were two of my
favorite towns."
Charles Bukowski
Breath and breathing were main concerns and sound sources for the piece,
hence extended periods of playing without the mouthpiece and an overall high
noise content. The main processing techniques were: sound
granulation/time-stretching/-scattering/-splintering using custom algorithms
developed with CLM (thanks to CLM's author Bill Schottstaedt of CCRMA, Stanford University); convolution, to
meld bass clarinet and ambient sounds, including a recording of a steam organ
from a Mississippi river boat---thanks Roland!; and my slippery chicken
algorithmic composition software for the overall structuring of the
instrumental and electronic parts. The piece consists in the main of long,
continuous stretches of sound and focuses hardly at all (on the audible level
at least) upon structures made up of "note events."
This composition was made possible by the kind support of the ".KUNST
Bundeskanzleramt" of the Austrian government.
The engagement with my algorithmic composition software slippery chicken has become
amongst other things a generative music project. Apart from the main
instrument-with-computer and purely acoustic works, this has generated a
collection of self-sufficient little pieces in the form of sound files. They
are all called scei (= slippery chicken egg, where Ei is German for egg...).
Contrary to traditional studio work (which can often be thought of as sound
sculpting) my approach here is to generate perhaps hundreds of sound files
automatically from a given sample palette and set of compositional data. Sound
file selection then, as opposed to sound crafting/design, becomes the main
activity before mixing.
The best results of the algorithms (with no post-output editing) are to be
found on the sumtone
site as short but complete pieces.
The engagement with my algorithmic composition software slippery chicken has become
amongst other things a generative music project. Apart from the main
instrument-with-computer and purely acoustic works, this has generated a
collection of self-sufficient little pieces in the form of sound files. They
are all called scei (= slippery chicken egg, where Ei is German for egg...).
Contrary to traditional studio work (which can often be thought of as sound
sculpting) my approach here is to generate perhaps hundreds of sound files
automatically from a given sample palette and set of compositional data. Sound
file selection then, as opposed to sound crafting/design, becomes the main
activity before mixing.
The best results of the algorithms (with no post-output editing) are to be
found on the sumtone
site as short but complete pieces.
anonymous obvious (aka several instrumental structures to
annoy ludi) is based around a prototype of an instrumental composition
algorithm (called slippery chicken) that I am in the process of
developing. Using instrumental samples, the algorithm generated short musical
structures (and will generate longer ones); complete little pieces even, that
are surprisingly convincing and somehow musically logical. They are, however,
also rather anonymous, that is, to me they sound like a generic form of
contemporary classical music that lack my own musical characteristics. Hence
the "anonymous" part of the title. Hence the algorithm is still under
development.
The "obvious" part is the deliberate and prominent use of
rather hackneyed musical devices, such as fade-in and fade-out, in combination
with generically beautiful electronic sounds (actually processed vibraphone and
marimba in this case). Beginning after about two minutes, the obvious and
foreseeable structure fulfills its natural tendency to become very loud but
then surprises (I hope) in simply staying at this extreme volume and thwarting
its small, beautiful beginnings with its transformation into a very weighty and
rather threatening adult sound form. The idea then is to make something
interesting out of what was initially obvious.
Arriving at the subtitle, I must first explain that
anonymous obvious was created during the summer of 2000 whilst I was in
residence at the Zentrum für Kunst und Medientechnologie (ZKM) in Karlsruhe, Germany, as made possible by an
artist's stipend from the ZKM | Institute für Musik and Akustik, director
Johannes Goebel (thanks go to him and his excellent staff for his/their
support). The composer Ludger Brümmer (ludi) was also at work there
and, being old friends, we had many conversations, some of which were even
about music, in particular the sorry state of electroacoustic (tape) music
within the already marginalised field of contemporary classical music.
Disappointment was expressed over the domination of this field by mainly
instrumental composers, leaving little room for the specialists and therefore
the development of structural paradigms of a purely electroacoustic nature.
And there was I, one of the supposed specialists, working on instrumental
composition algorithms that I was then using in a tape piece. True to my
nature, I decided to flaunt this fact rather than hide it, much to Ludi's
chagrin. So much for the subtitle.
In my defence I must say that these obviously and
self-consciously instrumental structures represent what may be called ideal, or
even impossible ensembles, and that is what makes them so appealing to me.
They are ideal in that every sound, no matter how quiet (the tremolo bowing of
a violin tailpiece for instance) or loud (a cymbal crash) is heard in perfect
consort, something that would be impossible when performed live, despite the
closest attention paid to discrete amplification. These structures are also
not alone, as many of the sounds are more purely electroacoustic in their
nature: granulated, splintered, transposed, filtered, delayed, hurried,
deep-fried, burned sounds from samples of many and varying types, from the
purely instrumental (bass and contrabass clarinet, violin, horn, prepared
piano, various percussion instruments) to the purely ambient (café
noise, a catholic mass, mountain air...)
As with all of my pieces which involve computer processed
sound, the transformations were carried out using signal processing algorithms
developed by myself using the Common Lisp Music (CLM) software by Bill
Schottstaedt of CCRMA, Stanford University. The hundreds of sounds
created by the automatic and non-automatic processes alike were sorted,
ordered, described and stored in an SQL database that I developed for this
purpose, and which was then queried according to various structural criteria to
produce a track list for the mixing program (ProTools LE). All was
accomplished on Macintosh G3 and G4 and Windows computers.
Deutsche Fassung
slippery when wet was commissioned by the
Österreichisches Ensemble für Neue Musik (ÖENM) and the solo violinist Frank
Stadler. The tape part was created from many different source samples:
instrumental recordings taken from the score, ambient recordings from various
locations in Salzburg (the Mönchsberg, the train station, the old market and my
apartment amongst others), Havana, Cuba, parts of a rather popular violin
concerto and songs from a well known Brazilian composer. Thanks go to the
soloists of the ÖENM for the instrumental samples and Arteom Denissov who
provided some of the ambient sounds.
The samples were processed on a G3 Macintosh computer using
the Common Lisp Music (CLM) software by Bill Schottstaedt of the Center for
Computer Research in Music and Acoustics (CCRMA) at Stanford University,
California. I am very grateful to Bill for developing and, furthermore,
diligently supporting this free software and its users, as well as to Fernando
Lopez-Lezcano and Tim Stilson of CCRMA whose software implementation of a Moog
Synthesizer filter was used significantly towards the end of the piece.
The most prevalent technique applied in generating the tape
was one of multi-voice looping, granulation and transposition, using a CLM
programme written by myself. The note lists were generated from compositional
algorithms (also written in Common Lisp) that I have developed over the last
several years. Particularly new in this piece though is a close structural
relationship between the instrumental and electronic parts that creates an
often instrumental feel in the tape. This was accomplished by applying
algorithmic processes to the generation of the instrumental score and then
translating these same structures into Common Lisp and applying them to the
processing, ordering and structuring of the samples. The success of these
procedures has led to the current development of my algorithmic composition
programm "slippery chicken."
The title slippery when wet comes from a favourite
road sign of mine that I encountered daily when living in California. This
rather obvious message always amused and appealed to me, as does the rather
foreboding Vous n'avez pas la priorité as found on French
highways and used as the title of another piece of mine. Direct relevance to
the piece at hand is, however, tentative at best.
slippery when wet ist ein Auftragswerk des
Österreichischen Ensembles für neue Musik und des Solo-Violinisten Frank
Stadler. Der Tonband-Teil basiert auf vielen Sound-Samples, wie:
Instrumentalaufnahmen vom Stück selbst, Umgebungs-Geräusche von verschiedenen
Orten in Salzburg (Mönchsberg, Hauptbahnhof, Alter Markt, meine Wohnung, uvm.)
und Havana, Kuba, sowie Teile von berühmten Violinkonzerten und Liedern eines
bekannten brasilianischen Komponisten. Für die Instumental-Samples bin ich den
Solisten des Österreichischen Ensembles für neue Musik sehr zu Dank
verpflichtet, welche sehr behilflich und großzügig mit ihrer Zeit waren. Für
manche Umgebungs-Geräusche schulde ich meinen Dank Arteom Denissov, der mir
seine exzellenten Aufnahmen freizügig überließ.
Die Samples wurden auf einem Macintosh G3 unter Verwendung der Synthese- und
Signalverarbeitungs-Software Common Lisp Music (CLM) verarbeitet, welche von
Bill Schottstaedt vom "Center for Computer Research in Music and Acoustics" (CCRMA) an der Stanford
University in Kalifornien in den Programmiersprachen Common Lisp und C
programmiert wurde. Großer Dank geht an Bill, für die Entwicklung und Betreuung
dieser Software und deren Benützen, sowie an Fernando Lopez-Lezcano und Tim
Stilson vom CCRMA, deren Implementation eines Moog-Synthesizer-Filters gegen
Ende des Stückes vermehrt verwendet wurde.
Während der Generierung des Tonband-Teils wurde hauptsächlich eine Technik
angewandt, die auf dem Loopen von mehreren Stimmen, sowie deren Granulation
und Transposition beruht. Dies wurde mittels eines von mir entwickelten
CLM-Programmes implementiert. Die für das Programm signifikanten Parameter
wurden durch Kompositions-Algorithmen berechnet, welche ich in den letzen
Jahren entworfen habe. Signifikant neu in diesem Stück ist der enge
strukturelle Zusammenhang zwischen dem instrumentalen und dem elektronischen
Teil des Stückes, welcher ein quasi instrumentelles Hörerleben im
Tonband-Teil hervorruft. Dieser konnte erreicht werden, indem algorithmische
Prozesse zur Erstellung des instrumentalen Teils des Stücks angewendet
wurden, und ebendiese Strukturen unter Verwendung von Common Lisp Grundlage
für die digitale Verarbeitung und das Arrangement der Samples gebildet
haben.
Der Titel slippery when wet ist zurückzuführen auf eines der
Straßenschilder, welches ich täglich während meines Aufenthaltes in Kalifornien
sah. Die ziemlich offensichtliche Aussage des Schildes war immer amusant für
mich, genauso wie das ominöse "Vous n'avez pas la priorité" Schild
(entsprechend dem "Vorrang geben", aber direkt übersetzt "Sie haben nicht
Priorität"), welches auf französischen Straßen zu finden ist und Titel eines
meiner weiteren Stücke ist. Ich nehme gerne Anregungen für weitere Titel
entgegen, wobei bemerkt werden soll, daß nur eine geringe Chance, einen
Zusammenhang zwischen Titel und Musik zu finden, besteht, so wie es auch hier
der Fall ist.
The engagement with my algorithmic composition software slippery chicken has become
amongst other things a generative music project. Apart from the main
instrument-with-computer and purely acoustic works, this has generated a
collection of self-sufficient little pieces in the form of sound files. They
are all called scei (= slippery chicken egg, where Ei is German for egg...).
Contrary to traditional studio work (which can often be thought of as sound
sculpting) my approach here is to generate perhaps hundreds of sound files
automatically from a given sample palette and set of compositional data. Sound
file selection then, as opposed to sound crafting/design, becomes the main
activity before mixing.
The best results of the algorithms (with no post-output editing) are to be
found on the sumtone
site as short but complete pieces.
The engagement with my algorithmic composition software slippery chicken has become
amongst other things a generative music project. Apart from the main
instrument-with-computer and purely acoustic works, this has generated a
collection of self-sufficient little pieces in the form of sound files. They
are all called scei (= slippery chicken egg, where Ei is German for egg...).
Contrary to traditional studio work (which can often be thought of as sound
sculpting) my approach here is to generate perhaps hundreds of sound files
automatically from a given sample palette and set of compositional data. Sound
file selection then, as opposed to sound crafting/design, becomes the main
activity before mixing.
The best results of the algorithms (with no post-output editing) are to be
found on the sumtone
site as short but complete pieces.
The engagement with my algorithmic composition software slippery chicken has become
amongst other things a generative music project. Apart from the main
instrument-with-computer and purely acoustic works, this has generated a
collection of self-sufficient little pieces in the form of sound files. They
are all called scei (= slippery chicken egg, where Ei is German for egg...).
Contrary to traditional studio work (which can often be thought of as sound
sculpting) my approach here is to generate perhaps hundreds of sound files
automatically from a given sample palette and set of compositional data. Sound
file selection then, as opposed to sound crafting/design, becomes the main
activity before mixing.
The best results of the algorithms (with no post-output editing) are to be
found on the sumtone
site as short but complete pieces.
The engagement with my algorithmic composition software slippery chicken has become
amongst other things a generative music project. Apart from the main
instrument-with-computer and purely acoustic works, this has generated a
collection of self-sufficient little pieces in the form of sound files. They
are all called scei (= slippery chicken egg, where Ei is German for egg...).
Contrary to traditional studio work (which can often be thought of as sound
sculpting) my approach here is to generate perhaps hundreds of sound files
automatically from a given sample palette and set of compositional data. Sound
file selection then, as opposed to sound crafting/design, becomes the main
activity before mixing.
The best results of the algorithms (with no post-output editing) are to be
found on the sumtone
site as short but complete pieces.
Thick is constructed from two similar and continuous musical structures,
one made from a sample of piano strings being scraped with a piece of metal
(scraped gently, however; this is not your amplified fingernails-on-blackboard
nightmare--I hope), and the other, the opening phrase of a piece of Renaissance
sacred vocal music. Both structures gradually open up an ever-increasing
frequency space, starting low and aiming high.
The digital signal processing algorithms applied to these samples were
developed and programmed by the composer using Common Lisp Music, a music
software package written in the programming languages Common Lisp and C by
William Schottstaedt of the Center for Computer Research in Music and Acoustics
(CCRMA) at Stanford University,
California. They include, amongst other techniques, granulation (including
pseudo-random distribution of the grains), looping, convolution, transposition,
time-stretching/compression, and formant filtering.
Many other smaller highly processed structures were overlaid onto the
two larger intermingled structures, and created in the main from
prepared piano attacks and cello samples. There is, however, rather
significant, though background use made of lightly processed 'ambient'
sounds: a dinner party, a telephone answering machine message,
commentary from a televised horse race, helicopter radio communication
from the Vietnam war (found on the internet), a brass band parade, as
well as highly processed synthesised sounds made from drum-machine
loops.
All of the processing and mixing for this heterogeneous, overweight piece was
created in the composer's spare room on a 200MHz Pentium PC running Linux and
Windows 95.
Vous n'avez pas la priorité is a composition
for two, three, or four clarinets and internet. Owing to constraints imposed
by the commission, it is not meant for distributed performance, with some
performers in one location and others elsewhere. Neither is the piece meant
for "web broadcast". The idea instead was to use a web server to organise
musical material and offer it to the performers who, quite normally, play
together in the same room before a live audience. It uses the internet, via a
standard web browser, to present the performers with the pages of music that
they are to play, thus replacing the physical pieces of paper that usually
constitute a musical score. This idea came from Dexter Morrill, when we worked
together on a piece he wrote for one clarinet and internet. For that piece, I
had the idea of programming the web browser to change the pages of music
automatically, after a specific amount of time had elapsed. For Vous n'avez
pas la priorité, I also had the idea of having the computer choose
the ordering of pages (based upon some constraints that I built into a
pseudo-random ordering process) as well as varying this order for up to four
different players. The following is an example of some of the constraints:
At the beginning of the piece, three clarinets will enter
one after the other with the same page of music. Which page they will play, I
do not know, but I know they will have the same page. I also know that the
fourth player will enter with a different page, but again, I don't know which.
Similarly, in the middle of the piece, all players will have different pages
from each other, and, at the end, they will all share the same page again, but
a different one from the opening, and again, in both cases, I don't know which
pages will be used. In this way, all players will play each of the sixteen
pages I have written for the piece exactly once, though each player will
perform them in a different order.
The length of time allotted for each page will also be
different for each player (though not generated randomly), as their automatic
page turns happen at different times. Further, the length of time for each
page will be longest at the beginning (about two minutes) and shortest at the
tenth page (about 30 seconds), lengthening again towards the end (about 90
seconds). These durations are themselves modifiable, as the performers can
configure the performance to last for anything between eight and twenty
minutes: the page durations will be scaled automatically by the web server
during the performance configuration.
By combining the page order and the page duration
structures, I was able to add a pre-defined, yet very simple arch structure to
the piece (accelerando followed by ritardando; all four players performing the
same music at the beginning, different music in the middle, and the same music
at the end), yet almost guarantee a different performance each time the piece
is played (it is very unlikely that the computer will choose the same ordering
for any two performances). Not knowing in which order the pages will be
presented to the players means it is up to them to interpret the music in such
a way that this structure is clear to the audience in any performance.
CD available from Sargasso
Apagón is a collaborative project made with the pianist and
composer Marco Trevisani,
who I met at Stanford University, where we were both working for a number of
years. Our collaborations started back in 1994, but really took off with the
composition of segmentation fault beta 1.1, which we prepared whilst
still at Stanford and which was the impetus for the creation of this CD.
The CD was made in Havana, Cuba, in September of 1998, at the invitation of the
Laboratorio Nacional de Musica Electroacustica in Havana, where we did most of
the recording and mixing. The percussionist we worked with was Diego
Ruíz, known to the world as Habichuela, and the engineering was
performed by Darío Nuñez. Marco and I did all of the mixing and
mastering.
The title Apagón means "blackout" in Spanish, and
refers to the many problems caused by frequent power cuts during the production
of this CD in Havana. Such problems were always treated with humour and
patience by the locals, if not by the uptight (northern) European who often
felt it was just an impossible task to get something done in this
environment. Things were made worse by the appearance of Hurricane Georges
towards the end of our stay, which cancelled our scheduled concert and put the
fear of God into our aforementioned uptight (northern) European. Again, the
locals treated this force of nature with humorous disdain.
Despite everything though, we managed to finish the project whilst still in
Cuba and so both Marco and I would like to thank the staff of the Laboratorio
Nacional de Musica Electroacustica for making this possible, in particular
Enmanuel, Zenaida, Darío, Julio and Ania.
About a year before composing this piece, I was at a concert
where a friend of mine was playing the drums in a jazz trio comprising himself,
a guitarist, and a pianist. The drums, being naturally clangourous (especially
in the enthusiastic, polymetric hands of my friend) along with the guitar
(played by an apparently half-deaf aficionado of the noise bomb, who definitely
had an amplifier that went all the way up to eleven and stayed there), left the
piano struggling, or rather failing, to make itself heard. No amount of
amplification was going to help the situation before feedback had its wicked
way and sent us all running for cover. So, being in a position to see the
pianist's fingers at work, I was left to imagine what he might have contributed
had he been even the slightest bit audible. This was a very engrossing
project, and I soon arrived at the point where I was hardly even listening to
the two sonic terrorists sitting beside him; instead, I was completely focussed
on mentally reconstructing the havoc I saw his fingers wreaking at the piano
keyboard (it has to be admitted, he too was not at all shy of committing aural
atrocities). Suddenly, seeming to grasp the lamentable situation he was in, he
did a wonderful thing. After a particularly tumultuous (looking) run over the
whole length of the piano, his fingers went off over the high end of the
keyboard and into thin air. He stood up, faced the audience, and played, quite
unashamedly, the greatest "air piano" solo you could ever wish to
see. Notwithstanding the onslaught pouring forth from his comrades-in-arms,
his intent was clearly audible above their mere sonic utterances, and seemed to
augment and compliment the now climactic part of their performance.
This unheard music then, this music of the eye, became the
starting point for my piece. It was tempting to pilfer the idea of the
"air piano" solo, but I shunned this out of moral compunction.
Besides, it takes a unique personality to bring off this act with the panache I
was lucky enough to witness (and, more importantly, will probably never witness
again). Instead, I concentrated on the idea of musical mime, of expending
tremendous amounts of energy at producing next to nothing at all. Coming after
a considerable period of time spent working almost exclusively in the field of
computer music, this was not at all alien to me. And, after so many tape music
concerts involving no visual stimulation whatsoever, it was actually rather
inviting to consider a piece in which the visual element plays the most
important role of all, for some time at least. Accordingly, at the beginning
of pas de poule, pas de pot we find the pianist busily playing nothing,
the clarinettist hard at work at making almost no audible effect. If the
performance works, however, it will appear that they are playing music of the
highest complexity and speed, with all the subtle interactions and exchanges of
a monstrously detailed score. What little aural result there is though
(besides the one created inside the listener's head), comes not from the
playing, but rather from the amplification of the act of playing.
(About the title: pas de poule, pas de pot has
several meanings, two of which at least are "No chicken, no pot" and
"No chick [girl], no luck." But the meaning of the words does not
have any particular relevance to the music. Their sound, however, created by
the alliteration, and their ambiguity (or better still, their lack of
comprehensibility to non French speakers) has everything to do with music,
which, as we know, is the least concrete of all the arts. The connection is,
then, that I write what I like to hear, and I like to hear "pas de poule,
pas de pot.")
segmentation fault beta 1.1 is a composition for prepared,
digitally processed piano and live, computer-mixed sound files. It
uses software (Artimix)
written by Michael Edwards to trigger and mix (in real time) sound
files stored on the computer's hard disk. With this software, sounds
are mapped to the keys of the computer keyboard and triggered at will
during the performance. Each sound can also be mapped to a specific
MIDI channel so that individual gain control can be applied to each
sound in the mix through the use of a MIDI fader box. The computer
part therefore consists of triggering prepared sounds and controlling
their relative amplitudes.
This piece is a collaboration between the two performers: Marco
Trevisani, prepared piano; Michael Edwards, computer. The sounds used
were created by the composers using Common Lisp Music, the signal
generating and processing software written by Bill Schottstaedt at
Stanford University, California. They were realised with sample
processing and manipulation of sounds from various sources, including
piano, prepared piano and cello, as well as through direct synthesis
using Frequency Modulation techniques.
As this was a collaboration between two composers, and also because it
involved new technology unfamiliar to us, the process of composition
was an investigative one. It involved a great deal of studio time,
necessitated by the constant refining and redefining of our ideas and
goals, the need to come to an agreement on how to proceed with our
(often different) ideas, the fine tuning of the interaction between
piano and computer, and our desire to take time to fully realise the
potential that the software offered when used in conjunction with the
piano. As such, the piece has no real score to date. Instead,
because of the close collaboration between the work's two creators,
all of the material has been memorised and is open to further
interpretation as the need or desire arises. What is essential to the
piece, however, is that the two sound sources interact with equal
importance, that the palette of sounds remains cohesive and integrated
across the two sources, and that the rhythm of the piece proceeds in
an almost continuous, yet highly varied manner.
Stückchen is a set of five short piano pieces I wrote during the
spring and summer of 1995. They range in length from 1:20 to 6:00 and in
style from highly compressed and thematically obsessive to expansive, calm,
and, perhaps, even soothing. What they demand of the performer is both an
accomplished technique with which to effect the pianistic explosives of the
faster, more aggressive pieces, as well as a creative and thoroughly musical
imagination to conquer the problems posed by a musical semi-vacuum: it is only
through extremely sensitive musicianship that the performer is able to sustain
life within the stark musical texture of the final piece, whose purely
technical demands, it must be said, would hardly exceed the abilities of an
average seven-year-old. Success in performance then, relies on the subtle
tonal shading and rhythmic placement of the piece's slowly repeated notes. On
the other hand, without a considerable ability to rapidly pound the keyboard
(as well as a certain joy in doing so), the visceral urgency of the first and
fourth pieces will not be adequately expressed. (The second and third pieces
are of an altogether different nature, being concerned, as they are, with
matters harmonic and contrapuntal respectively.)
Overall, the set represents five rather diverse views of the piano, albeit
views we already know from the abundant, perhaps even saturated, corpulent
repertoire that exists for the instrument. But this was my brief: to
consciously attempt, in these days of digital technology and organised noise,
to extract something expressive from (only!) the keyboard and pedals of the
piano, without regard for the grail-like search for the new, and without a
grand unifying principle with which to bolster my notes and rhythms, which,
after all, add up to just five short pieces of music for piano.
Traditionally, string players coordinate the fingers of the left hand with the
movement of the bow by the right arm. My idea for this piece was to
disassociate the two hands/arms of the cellist and give each its own structure,
reserving the confluence of the two for a structurally significant point,
something the cellist has to work towards rather than take for granted as the
performance norm. Naturally then, some of the sounds produced are a little out
of the ordinary, as well as not especially sonorous, particularly the sounds
produced by the left hand, which at the beginning of the piece is limited to
tapping the finger board, pulling at the strings and executing quiet pizzicati.
Hence the need for amplification: to give life to these small sounds and expose
the listener to the tiny resonances and percussive noises that arise from such
a performance practice.
Throughout the piece, one simple fingering pattern continuously dominates,
though it is only heard as a series of definite pitches some time after the
point at which bow and fingers are brought together onto the same string. At
this juncture, the piece takes a different direction as the fingering pattern
gradually works its way from one string onto all four, i.e. it becomes a
four-note chord instead of a fingering pattern. Throughout this process, the
method of bowing the string is continuously changing, from bowed in the normal
fashion, to bowed with the wood of bow, from bouncing the bow, to a smooth
legato, to an aggressive staccato etc. etc. This makes for an altogether
rather ferocious, agitated performance which is intended to be both stimulating
to the eye as well as to the ear and which, enhanced and exaggerated again by
amplification, should present the listener with a more physical and intimate
engagement with the performer.
Rather than referring to the kinetic theory of gases, Brownian
Motion takes its impetus from a very well known American soul
musician. It is an homage to this giant among musical performers.
But the piece is not an imitation of the soul style--far from it. My
own concerns and predilections in musical taste are very much to the
fore here. Instead, it is an attempt to take source material that is
radically different from my style and turn it into something that is
very much my own, yet at the same time preserving some of the
structural elements of the original. In particular, the rhythmic
structure of the piece is wholly based on the structure of the source,
though the pounding beat of the original is rarely apparent. Some of
the pitch patterns of the source are also present in my piece, but at
a more abstract level.
Primarily then, this is highly processed music with only snatches here
and there that remind us of "real" instruments. The whole
piece is concerned with combining interleaved structures that,
overall, gradually move from one state to another, but at first seem
merely to rub up against each other, hiding their identity, their
goal, and hence their relationship to each other, and further, to the
source.
flung me, foot trod takes its title from the Gerard Manley Hopkins
sonnet, Carrion Comfort. This is urgent, violent, exciting poetry, but it was
not until I read some of Hopkins' own notes to the verse that I felt
particularly drawn to pilfering a title from him. He writes of one word,
"rude", that must be enunciated with force, "in an uncouth,
violent, barbarous manner". This, if anything, summarises the
articulation necessary to interpret my piece.
In preparing the tape I sampled selected portions of the solo part. In
particular I concentrated on some of the more unorthodox sounds an alto
saxophone can make, key clicks, breath noise, growling etc. For demonstrating
these sounds I am very grateful to Gary Scavone who gave freely of his time and
tolerated my often outlandish requests. Indeed, the whole piece is aimed at
utilising his slick virtuosity. Armed with these samples, it was my intention
to create sounds that go far beyond the timbral qualities of the saxophone.
Although the tape sometimes presents recognisable saxophone sounds, on the
whole it is in its own sonic realm, marrying itself with the solo part only in
its presentation of similar material types (driving rhythms, scurrying textures
etc.). It was not my intention to create the effect of an "orchestra of
saxophones", or to have the saxophone play against itself on tape. On the
contrary, flung me, foot trod takes its precedent more from the solo
concerto, pitting two unequal forces against each other, their only common
ground being material and, hence, structure.
On the more technical side, the samples were processed using Bill
Schottstaedt's "Common Lisp Music", the note lists were created with
Heinrich Taube's "Common Music", and the mixing was accomplished with
Paul Lansky's "Real Time Mixer" application--all on the NeXT
computer.
Relocation/dislocation: Musical material can develop organically or it can be
instantaneously transformed beyond all recognition. In order to create a
large, interesting structure, I thought it desirable, in this piece at least,
to consider both approaches: Saxophone samples are taken out of their original
context and relocated in foreign structures. By extracting segments of sound
and manipulating them through reversal, equalisation, transposition and
amplification, the original samples (and the sounds that were created from
them) are transformed and re-transformed into shapes that bear little or no
resemblance to their parent sounds. Structural processes based on repetition
are distorted by seemingly alien sounds tearing the musical fabric and
beginning new processes whose relationship to former ones only becomes apparent
as the piece progresses. Dislocation becomes the focal point, but as new yet
repeated sounds follow each other with shorter and shorter gaps, a cycle of
interruptions creates its own continuous structure.
Redislocations is dedicated to the memory of my oldest and dearest friend
Michael and his girlfriend Louise who visited me while the work was in progress
and died off the coast of New Zealand before it was finished.
Cantus Fractus literally means broken melody and refers to a
semi-improvisational polyphonic technique of the middle ages. Whilst this
piece in no way represents a neo-classical return to a previous style, it
nevertheless consciously utilises the technique of a cantus firmus, which
almost from the outset forms the background of the musical flow. Against this
background the music undergoes some fairly abrupt changes, moving from overtly
melodic textures to more static harmonic passages and then on to rhythmically
pointed sections. This opposition of styles becomes most prominent after the
middle of the piece: Here concentrated passages of sharply characterised
musical material are juxtaposed against one another, some being presented in an
isolation caused by the intrusion of short rests between the statements. The
melody itself is passed from one instrument to the other as its line unfolds
over the whole length of the piece. It is also dissected and transformed to
create the more clearly foreground material.
Sonorities Apart was written during the summer of 1992 at the request of Robert
Bates, Stanford University's Assistant Organist. In keeping with some of the
wonderful repertoire for the organ, it is a toccata-like piece that draws its
energy and basic sound from an almost uninterrupted moto perpetuo type texture.
The title has two meanings: First, it is a comment on how I approached the
composition of the piece: As composers we are so concerned nowadays with
specifying and relying upon (for the delineation of the musical shape of a
piece) the sonorities we are working with. Whilst this specification is
possible with the organ, it is not very practical, given that not every organ
sounds alike, even if they do have the same basic stops. As I wanted to write a
piece that was performable on any three manual organ (with pedals) I had to
eschew the usual compositional preoccupation with specific timbres, and
concentrate instead on writing a piece that utilised generic organ sounds
alone.
This leads to the second meaning of the title, which is closely connected to
this fundamental problem of writing for the organ: When the piece was finished
I realised that the notation was even closer to a kind of tablature than
musical notation usually is, literally telling the player where to put his or
her fingers, how long to keep them there for, and when to move on to the next
note. No dynamics, no expression marks, and not even a completely faithful
representation of pitch, given that registration effects octave transpositions
(as well as sometimes creating other unnotated pitches). So, I had the feeling
that in giving this piece to the organist I was in effect saying, "apart
from the sonorities, here's the music". This is not something which I
would be happy about when composing for any other instrument or ensemble, but
with the organ it is almost a necessity that you leave these choices (or at
least some of them) to the performer. Naturally, since finishing the piece I
have worked more closely with Robert Bates and together we have arrived at a
satisfactory and much more specific registration scheme. This scheme remains
generic however, and so Sonorities Apart should be performable on any three
manual instrument, as was my original intention.
This is the first computer-music piece I ever wrote. It is an all-synthesis
piece using the Frequency Modulation (FM) technique as developed by John
Chowning, whose classes I took at Stanford University. As a project for one of
the classes, I modeled and synthesised a gong, then, using the synthesis
programme I had developed, wrote this piece. The frequency structure is based
on the overtone series of the modeled gong sample.
The Camera Eye was written as a companion piece to my Cabiri
Fragments and uses exactly the same instrumentation as that piece. It was
the first work I wrote after moving from England to California, and the title
is taken from a particularly appropriate book that was given to me by a friend
before I left: John Dos Passos' U.S.A. This book interleaves stories
with newspaper-like snippets called "Newsreels" and more poetic
sections called "The Camera Eye". The following passage particularly
struck me and is taken from the beginning of The Camera Eye (39).
daylight enlarges out of ruddy quiet very faintly throbbing wanes into my sweet
darkness broadens red through the warm blood weighting the lids warmsweetly
then snaps on
enormously blue yellow pink
Cabiri Fragments was written at the request of Alwynne Pritchard, who
was directing a new music ensemble at the Royal Academy of Music in London at
the time. Most of the musical ideas were culled from my earlier piece
Cabiri, which was considered too difficult to play when I showed it to
performers. The process of composition was one of taking my favourite, often
disparate ideas from the earlier piece and reworking, simplifying and
re-instrumentating them for the new ensemble. The result is not exactly a
patchwork, but nevertheless offers numerous different musical textures in a
relatively short space of time.
This String Quartet was written early in 1990 as a requirement of my Master's
degree courses at Bristol University. It is an important piece for me in that
it is the first in which I made extensive and systematic use of microtonal
intervals. But it is not so much the division of the semitone, but rather the
division of the minor third into two equal parts that I am interested in here,
although both result in the use of quarter tones as opposed to third or eighth
tones etc.
A single-movement work lasting about eight minutes, the piece is divided into
eight continuous sections, each demarcated by an increase in tempo. These
occur smoothly (except for the first and last) by the use of metric modulation,
and so the general tendency of the piece is to accelerate from eighth note = 48
to eighth note = 216, with a resultant dramatic increase in internal energy.
Likewise, the dynamic schemes are mainly restricted to crescendi, so that the
overall design of the piece could therefore be described as a type of 'wedge'
form.
Though I am not a string player myself, the string quartet is one of my
favourite media, both to listen to and to write for. In writing this piece I
took particular note of Beethoven's technique as exhibited in the late quartets
(especially the slow movements). He seems to be one of the first composers to
be fond of spreading his melodic lines between the members of the quartet,
rather than using the first violin almost exclusively as the main bearer of
melody. Similarly, in composing my piece, I viewed the quartet as a whole as
one instrument, sharing the often long-ranging melodic lines between the four
players in a sometimes labyrinthine manner. I believe it is the necessary
continuity of these lines and accompanying patterns that presents the biggest
challenge to the performers, and also one of the greatest points of interest
for listeners.
Buridan's Knot was written in 1989 just after I finished my undergraduate
studies at Bristol University. It is a single movement work scored for three
oboes and eleven strings which lasts approximately fifteen minutes. Due to the
nature of the ensemble the musical interest of the piece lies in the opposition
of strings versus oboes. Neither one assumes a primary role but rather the two
groups face each other off in sections in which both the two groups and the
individual members of the group fight for attention in the often dense and
continuously moving counterpoint. There is a tendency over the course of the
piece, for the two groups to align themselves in a common musical state, though
still in opposition to each other, and towards the end to finally arrive at
exactly the same musical state, which is merely a held chord. This serves as a
contrast to the moto perpetuo type textures that have preceded, and to set up
the coda which is almost a very short second movement.