In the Bag

SAN FRANCISCO, CA — The Luggage Store Gallery is an empty, white-walled, second-story office space on San Francisco’s Market Street, on a stretch with a certain old-time Times Square quality. At night, it’s all strip clubs and cheap eats — and, come Thursday, experimental music. The spot plays host most Thursdays to the long-running Luggage Store Gallery New Music Series. The gallery is less than two blocks from a major Bay Area transit hub, the Powell Street station, which may have something to do with the series’ success in attracting musicians from Oakland and the South Bay. This past Thursday’s concert, February 5, featured two electro-acoustic acts, both of which paired traditional string instruments with laptops.

Jorge Boehringer went first, performing solo under the moniker Sevencentralandmountain. He began playing at 8:15pm, Pacific Standard. He held a violin that was jacked into his laptop (yes, an Apple), which sat on the floor. In essence, the laptop was a very expensive effects pedal. Each pluck and stroke of the violin joined the previous ones in a process of layering. When the sound had accumulated sufficiently, he moved over to a microphone and chanted through the thick mass. Then he settled onto the floor, laid down the violin, and proceeded to work on the laptop, manipulating the material that had built up in its memory bank. The sounds became like those of thick loose cables reverberating in the wind. He sang again, a tenor wail, then returned to the laptop, turning the sounds into beading segments that resembled, of all things, the heavenly, and heavily echoed, guitar of U2’s the Edge.

While Boehringer, who studied music at nearby Mills College with Pauline Oliveros and Fred Frith, among others, prepared for a second piece, the audience got a glimpse at his technique. While tuning up, he plucked a string and the reverb lasted a good five seconds. That generous delay served him well as the piece got underway. He would slowly draw his bow across the strings, but instead of layering parallel, synchronous measures of music, as is standard in live looping, he instead let each pull of the bow start and stop wherever. As a result, there was no demonstrative downbeat, and instead an ocean of overlapping waves. The sound was occasionally like that of a warped audio tape. Boehringer sang atop this as well, and then sat at his laptop to fiddle with the results, much as he had in the first piece. The effect was a bit like that of someone at the end of the day making sense of the day’s events — organizing them, filtering them, making something of them.

Each Boehringer piece had two periods: that during which he produced original sounds, and that during which he manipulated these sounds. In this second work, the violin became a fog horn. Eventually, it built to a pounding rhythm, then faded after a series of scattered ruffles. After he was done, he accidentally played a loud snatch of that foghorn sound. He smiled by way of apology. His third and final piece, about 15 minutes long, as were the two previous, was his most songlike.

After a short break, the duo Mohtallah took over. Mohtallah is Brian O’Reilly and Stefanie L. Ku, joined for this performance by Peter Segerstrom. The group’s audio-visual setup was a little awkward in that they played in a cluster to the left of the audience, but the video was projected straight ahead, which kept heads turning back and forth, as if at a slow-motion tennis match. O’Reilly focused for the most part on his double bass, Ku and Segerstrom on a set of electronic instruments, including a laptop and a mixer. There were so many plugs in the mixer, it resembled a patch-cord spaghetti from the early days of audio synthesis.

The sounds were quiet and static, small music built from clipped noises and the touching and scraping of O’Reilly’s bass. The accompanying video started with rust-colored overlays of what might be urban scenes, and moved into what looked like a mood ring in fast forward, the goopy mix of purples and greens reminiscent of the acid visuals of bygone rock shows. As O’Reilly bowed his bass, the sound environment got richer and darker, with low froggy gurgles. Ku used a machine that responded, like a Theremin, to the motions her hand made in the air, adding heartbeat-like, yet arrhythmic, percussion. The video, meanwhile, changed to public transportation, and then, in its final sequence, to images of a hand and what appeared to be other body parts. At times the hand’s motion on the screen seemed to coordinate with the electric sounds, like a close-up from a snuff film of an electrocution. Toward the end, the music grew louder, like a signal straining to come into focus, while the hand writhed.

During concerts of experimental and unfamiliar music, the audience inevitably seeks something on which to focus. In Boehringer’s set, this meant process, the way sounds were built and manipulated. For Mohtallah, the hook appeared to be the relation between sound and visual, though until the end, such connections tested the audience’s powers of inference.

The trio finished the piece just before 10pm, and asked if they could do another. Matt Davignon, one of the Luggage Store series’ curators, said they had three minutes, so they did a short bit that featured Segerstrom on a small plastic air organ, which had sat on the floor the whole evening. The toy-like instrument, with its familiar keyboard, was an enticing sight during the more abstract moments of the Mohtallah performance, and it was comforting to hear its recognizable tones, played slowly, accompanied by Ku and O’Reilly.

The little organ was hooked up to a small amplifier. Even from across the room, with the lights low, the amp was identifiable as a karaoke machine (what other amp would have two built-in tape decks?). After the show, Segerstrom generously answered questions about his set-up. He explained that he loved the box’s echo, which has a charmingly cheesy exaggeration to it, and which he used to enrich the organ’s sound. It is also pleasingly prone to feedback. For most of the concert, he worked on a Sherman Filterbank, an analog filtering and distortion tool. In theory, he was manipulating sounds from O’Reilly’s bass. However, he explained that the machine has enough ambient noise in its system that, given the relatively low volume at which the trio performs, he was occasionally just working on that internal source material.

Cex Remix MP3

The Kracfive label’s MP3 of the month is Colongib‘s dubby remix of Cex‘s “At Least One Unwilling Passenger” (MP3 file here, MP3 of the month page here, Kracfive website at kracfive.com). Though the laptop computer is an arguably neutral music-making tool, this track exemplifies what some might call a “laptop aesthetic”: starting and stopping at will, it is slacker-careless in its cut’n’paste randomness, and poppy despite its incoherence. It’s also a lot of fun.

Another Game Boy MP3

Overthruster‘s Meth Date Dance Party is the sound of geriatric robots taking their last dance, all creaky and sad, occasionally tripping up, and not moving entirely under their own power. Reportedly recorded last November as a live DJ set, the nearly 20-minute track has the steady underlying beats and limited palette of German minimal techno, but with two tasty switches.

First of all, it was rendered entirely on a Nintendo Game Boy, using the Little Sound DJ software. Even most minimal techno, for all its sonic doldrums, still is glossy and aurally rich, those dubby subterranean bass tones oh so murky. No such production concerns for Overthruster (or “Overthrustr,” occasionally, in the documentation), which is satisfied with the four channels of four-bit sound inherent in the Game Boy’s circuitry.

Second, the Meth Date set is offered as an unambiguously lo-res, lo-fi 16kbps file. What this means, in practical terms, is that the data is saved at less than one tenth the fidelity of the average MP3 file. What this means, in audio terms, is that every beat, every note, flutters with interference. For a piano recital, this would be unacceptable. For Overthruster, it’s ambience. Overthruster’s Meth Date Dance Party is techno heard through a CB radio, darkly. It’s available as a free download from the appropriately named 20kbps netlabel, at 20kbps.sofapause.ch (zip file here, complete with cover art and a text-file liner note); it was added to the 20kbps site on January 28, 2004. More info on Little Sound DJ at littlesounddj.com.

Transmetropolitan MP3

Warren Ellis, author (Transmetropolitan, Global Frequency, Authority), pop-culture pundit and increasingly ubiquitous web presence, has been threatening for some time to release a spoken-word CD, in collaboration with Scott Lamb, programmer and leader of the goth-rock quartet Deathboy. A taste of what such a beast might resemble, “Revolution” (MP3 file here), was uploaded onto Ellis’ diepunyhumans.com website yesterday at 6:48PM London time, according to the blog’s index. He describes it as “a futurephoned rant by me folded into an apocalyptic piece of EBM” — “electronic body music” that is, four-the-floor dance-stuff. It’s housey track of retro techno, with Ellis’ voice laying down misanthropy by the yard: “You know who the scariest animal in the world is? Us. Because there are six billion of us, we are capable of anything, and we do as we are told.” And: “Human beings are scary because we are too stupid to live.”

All in all, more interesting is the scenario that led up to “Revolution,” in Ellis’ words: “The silly bastard literally just MMSed me at 1.30 in the morning asking me to record a ranty bit on the phone and beam it over to his so he could chuck it into his cauldron of tortured computer bits. And people ask if I really need a futurephone. How else could we make mad shit on the run?” Still, it’s a promising start, suggesting he’s headed in a different direction than the audio experiments of his fellow British comic-book writers, like Alan Moore, who goes mystic on a series of CDs, including Angel Passage and Highbury Working, and Neil Gaiman, who has fiddled with the radio-drama format (Two Plays for Voices).

More on Ellis at warrenellis.com. More on Deathboy at deathboy.co.uk. You have to admire a band that lists its members as if they were Dungeons and Dragons characters, in terms of Strength, Constitution, Dexterity, etc. How about Bitrate and Memory Cache?

Quote of the Week: Sonic Fiction

This is an early passage from science fiction author Greg Egan‘s new novel, Schild’s Ladder (Eos/HarperCollins):

As she entered the chamber, she seemed to emerge from the mouth of a burrow to float above a lush, wide meadow beneath a cloud-dappled sky. The illusion was purely audiovisual — the sounds encoded in radio waves — but with no weight to hold her against the ceramic hidden beneath the meadow, the force of detail was eerily compelling. It took only a few blades of grass and some chirping insects to make her half-believe that she could smell the late-summer air.

The setup is too complex to do justice, but suffice to say that the character described here finds herself adjusting to an artificial environment hundreds of light years from her home on Earth.