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Oil soaked wave breaking, Gulf Shores Alabama photo: Eric Hunter
We find interesting things occur when
fields. Our current systems of data transmis-
you pressure Broadway Boogie Woogie with
sion, satellite orbits, and intercontinental
Avatar. Or run base-jumping from the Burj
pipelines do not belie this fact. We have the
Kalifa parallel to Native American cliff div-
capacity to roam forever. Plugging into ev-
ing ceremonies. We do not intend to expose
erything around us. Foraging from boredom.
contradictions. Instead, to nestle within
Like a rip in panty hose, otherwise
humanity’s spectrum of similarity where acts
tightly bound to the skin it covers, the hole
and events operate as agents of specificity.
or interruption allows for desire to seep in.
Part blind in a space before families, types,
Once penetrated by these acts of violation,
and species are divided.
the grid releases its oppressive hold over our
Coolsurf is digital drift. Kind of like a
desires. What was held in a matrix of ordered
safari and sketchbook; snapping screen-
directionality begins to slip into diagonals
shots, we google through history, geography,
and eddies. An act, which accompanies they
and culture. The way finding system is quite
chess piece celebration of the grid.
simple. Blank text boxes, and saturated
What we seek is to expose a nefarious
hierarchies give us the lay of the land. As
and promiscuous history that we have. A
we surf through sharks, shells, and salt. We
practice easily comparable to postmodern
develop a reconstructed environment, with
collage, or games like 7 degrees of Kevin Ba-
a fresh scale of values and a new view of dif-
con. These journeys are tools for liberation,
ferent relationships.
simultaneously new urber-urban maps and
Singular acts which seek to place order
engines for creative production.
over an ever-ending field of difference. The globe, a boundless breadth of riches. Became site for standardization and infrastructural MANHATTANISM
GLOBALISM
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never ending similarity
never ending difference
nonlinear internet grid
superimposed system infrastructure
keyboard subjectivity’s plug-in
superimposed event central park and broadway
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verything was the shade of an antique ivory, as he started into his story of the crystals.
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CHARACTER MATRIX Wayne Schmidt Joesph Bueys
SITE Suburbia
excerpt from Energy Plan for the Western Man
Native American Casper David Freidrich Wade Boggs
Yankee Stadium Moundville, Alabama
BDSM SEREEN
Underground Club Japanese TV show Bedroom
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“Music is an art not yet grown up; its condition is comparable to that stage of Egyptian basreliefs when the head and legs were shown in profile while the torso appeared "front face" - the stage of development in which the myriad irregular suggestions of nature can only be taken up in regularised or conventionalised forms. With Free Music we enter the phase of technical maturity such as that enjoyed by the Greek sculptors when all aspects and attitudes of the human body could be shown in arrested movement. Existing conventional music (whether "classical" or popular) is tied down by set scales, a tyrannical (whether metrical or irregular) rhythmic pulse that holds the whole tonal fabric in a vice-like grasp and a set of harmonic procedures (whether key-bound or atonal) that are merely habits, and certainly do not deserve to be called laws. Many composers have loosened, here and there, the cords that tie music down. Cyril Scott and Duke Ellington indulge in sliding tones; Arthur and others use intervals closer than the half tone; Cyril Scott (following my lead) writes very irregular rhythms that have been echoed, on the European continent, by Stravinsky, and others; Schoenberg has liberated us from the tyranny of conventional harmony. But no non-Australian composer has been willing to combine all these innovations into a consistent whole that can be called Free Music. It seems to me absurd to live in an age of flying and yet not to be able to execute tonal glides and curves - just as absurd as it would be to have to paint a portrait in little squares (as in the case of mosaic) and not to be able to use every type of curved lines. If, in the theatre, several actors (on the stage together) had to continually move in a set theatrical relation to each other (to be incapable of individualistic, independent movement) we would think it ridiculous, yet this absurd goose-stepping still persists in music. Out in nature we hear all kinds of lovely and touching "free" (non-harmonic) combinations of tones, yet we are unable to take up these beauties and expressivenesses into the art of music because of our archaic notions of harmony. Personally I have heard free music in my head since I was a boy of 11 or 12 in Auburn, Melbourne. It is my only important contribution to music. My impression is that this world of tonal freedom was suggested to me by wave movements in the sun that I first observed as a young child at Brighton, Vic., and Albert Park, Melbourne. (See case I) Yet the matter of Free Music is hardly a personal one. If I do not write it someone else certainly will, for it is the goal that all music is clearly heading for now and has been heading for through the centuries. It seems to me the only music logically suitable to a scientific age. The first time an example of my Free Music was performed on man-played instruments was when Percy Code conducted it (most skilfully and sympathetically) at one of my Melbourne broadcast lectures for the Australian Broadcasting Commission, in January, 1935. But Free Music demands a non-human performance. Like most true music, it is an emotional, not a cerebral, product and should pass direct from the imagination of the composer to the ear of the listener by way of delicately controlled musical machines. Too long has music been subject to the limitations of the human hand, and subject to the interfering interpretation of a middle-man: the performer. A composer wants to speak to his public direct. Machines (if properly constructed and properly written for) are capable of niceties of emotional expression impossible to a human performer. That is why I write my Free Music for theramins - the most perfect tonal instruments I know. In the original scores (here photographed) each voice (both on the pitch-staves and on the sound- strength staves) is written in its own specially coloured ink, so that the voices are easily distinguishable, one from the other. Percy Aldridge Grainger, Dec.6, 1938�
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Mounds
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Body Hose
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CHARACTER MATRIX
SITE Schenzen
Native American Casper David Freidrich Wade Boggs
Yankee Stadium Moundville, Alabama
BDSM SEREEN
Underground Club Japanese TV show Bedroom