Snap, Crackle and Pop; On listening, memory and amnesia.
Your words are preserved in the tin foil and will come back upon the application of the instrument years after you are dead in exactly the same tone of voice you spoke in then…..This tongueless, toothless instrument, without larynx or pharynx, dumb, voiceless matter, nevertheless mimics your tones, speaks with your voice, speaks with your words, and centuries after you have crumbled into dust will repeat again and...
God is feeling friendly so he invites all the devils and demons to a dinner party but he imposes one condition, they must eat and drink without bending their arms! Without a second thought, the devils and demons accept and arrive promptly for the feast. They eat voraciously, lifting the delicious food and drink vertically above their heads with arms outstretched, pouring the victuals into their mouths like an avalanche. It is a bunch of happy, but very messy, devils who...
Act I. The Globe.
It has been a standing joke for years now, each time I leave London I kick myself for again forgetting to visit the New Globe. Finally this inattention or amnesia has been remedied with the purchase of a five pound ticket for a standing place in the yard where I watched Trolius and Cressida along with seven hundred other neck strainers.
Of course I had, by mistake, been preparing myself for the bloody Titus Adronicus, so once I accustomed myself to a...
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The old man is quietly pruning his rose bush behind the hedge as the voice in my headphones asks me to look at the three steps that lead to the entrance of this quiet suburban dwelling. It was through this door sixty years ago, that SS officers filed to seek ‘comfort’ with female prisoners forced into prostitution. The male voice continues with a description of how after the war, he remodelled the house, demolishing the two metre wide wooden cubicles to make domestic...
A night out in downtown NokiaTown.
I haven’t been in this city for a long time, it is evening and I have a few hours to kill before an ap-pointment. It was a long flight, but after a couple of hours sleep and a shower I am ready to re-join the human race - to login again.
After dressing I carefully insert the studs of my VAPA (Virtual Audio Personal Assistant) through my earlobes and gently insert the miniature speaker conduits into my ear canals, a clear but voice...
Firstly we will consider strategies and methodologies for the design and composition of sonic narratives (soundtexts) in non-linear environments; for example the design of immersive soundscapes within installations that employ multiple parallel soundtexts; and in particular new compositional methods for building terrain based mobile location sensitive audio experiences.
But let us begin with a simple question of our location; how might our auditor position themselves in...
GranTourismo.
As in a fairytale, once in every ten years the stars align in Europa and within a space of two weeks a series of massive exhibitions draw huge crowds of aficionados. This year the spectacle was spun into a Grand Tour with the cultural equivalent of soccer trains linking, Venice, Basel, Kassel and Münster into a portable visual feast. But beyond the babble of artspeak in the express train dining cars, no overarching conceptual thematic could possibly...
Imagine starkness;
“A late evening in the future ~ Krapp’s den.
Front centre a small table, the two drawers of which open towards audience. Sitting at the table, facing front, i.e. across from the drawers, a wearish old man: Krapp.
Rusty black narrow trousers too short for him. Rust black sleeveless waistcoat, four capacious pockets. Heavy silver watch and chain. Grimy white shirt open at neck, no collar. Surprising pair of dirty white boots, size ten at least, very...