SONNTAG, 06 Oktober 2002, 23:00. - 24:00, Ö1
KUNSTRADIO - RADIOKUNST
I. "Attention Span #3"
PLAY_BROADCAST (with statements from Anna Friz)
"Attention Span #3"
Annabelle Chvostek's contemplation on the nature of black holes has turned out as a 3 1/2 minute poppy song, with the trashy acoustic of a beat-machine and tuned like the typical techno-dance-floor-sounds. When she recorded the piece, she possibly had Sci-Fi films and journeys through the endless space of our galaxies in mind...
von Owen Chapman
According to Walter Benjamin, "In the studio the mechanical equipment has penetrated so deeply into reality that its pure aspect freed from the foreign substance of equipment is the result of a special procedure, namely, the shooting by the specially adjusted camera and the mounting of the shot together with other similar ones. The equipment-free aspect of reality here has become the height of artifice; the sight of immediate reality has become an orchid in the land of technology." (The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction, p. 233)
"Cutting" is the technique Benjamin cites as central to this practice of constructing artificial-realities.
With my microphone, record collection, "specially-adjusted" sampler, and home computer-based sequencing setup, is it possible to compare my activities as sample-based musician with those of Benjamin's cameraman, whose representation of reality "is incomparably more significant than that of the painter, since it offers, precisely because of the thoroughgoing permeation of reality with mechanical equipment, an aspect of reality which is free from all equipment"? (p. 234)
"Coupeloop" is an attempt to intercept the aural qualities of the cut through turntable experimentation, field recording and sample-selection-to locate the sounds of mechanical reproduction. Samples have been drawn from vinyl as well as microphoned sources, including a selection of sounds "overheard" at Coupe Bizzarre, a Montreal hair salon where I happen to work as a telephone receptionist.
...and what if, at night, in the dark, when no one suspects, the quiet, west-coast air of the Pacific NorthWest sneaks a peak at lovers, arms gently touching, bodies sweaty with salt from the open sea and the Nordic mountains, dew from green forests and grime from the asphalt of Broadway, and what if, we might ask, at night, in the dark, when no one suspects, two suspects wander the streets, eyes shut and ears awake, seeking the sounds of the city sleeping, and who would suspect, at night, in the dark, this city to be Vancouver?