Quote of the Week: Throbbing Matmos

From Matmos member Drew Daniel‘s book-length study of the Throbbing Gristle album 20 Jazz Funk Greats, as excerpted on the blog/website of its publisher, 33 1/3, 33third.blogspot.com. He is describing the song “Still Walking”:

It is dominated by a drum machine pattern snarled into a textural traffic jam by Chris Carter’s Gristle-izer. The rhythm evokes a martial polka, but doubles back upon itself at odd times, suggesting dancefloor mutiny, or ischemic distress. The pronounced flanging makes the snare runs cast metallic, distorted, shadows across the beat. Reinforcing this sense of processing run amok, numerous elements in the mix are run through constant panning, modeling the titular walk as a nervous, side-to-side hopscotch across the stereo field. Inside this pattern-prison, Cosey’s guitar-through-processing and Gen’s violin-through-processing surface as the sonic main characters still walking through the halls of flanged rhythm in search of escape.

According to amazon.com, the book is due out December 15.

The Heavy Metal Music of Traffic

Despite having walked by this poem engraved in polished stone hundreds upon hundreds of times, I never read it until recently, and therefore had never noticed its reference to the musical quality of traffic noise.

It appears facing Mission Street in San Francisco, between 3rd Street and 4th Street, right near the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art and the Yerba Buena Center for the Arts. The text is described as a “Group Poem in Honor of Yerba Buena Gardens.” That public park sits directly behind the stone wall. The poem is credited to “TODCO Creative Writing Class, 1992.” TODCO is the Tenants and Owners Development Corporation.

Bill Fontana Sound Art Interview MP3

The Other Minds foundation continues to upload to archive.org, the Internet Archive, an incredible recorded history of contemporary music, most recent among the uploads an interview, along with musical examples, with Bill Fontana, one of the original sound artists. The sounds in the pieces he discusses were sourced from, among other natural and man-made resources, the Danube and a selection of songbirds.

Says Fontana, “What I’ve been interested in with sound recording is as much the way a photographer might try to render visual form with a camera, I’ve been trying to notate or render musical form with a tape recorder.”

The interview dates from 1990 and was conducted by OM head Charles Amirkhanian for the KPFA radio station (MP3). More info at archive.org and Fontana’s homepage, resoundings.org.

Hansen and Rubin’s “Moveable Type” at New York Times (NYC)

Heading across Manhattan via Times Square on Tuesday earlier this week, I took a shortcut through the brand new building that houses the New York Times, designed by Italian architect Renzo Piano. According to the building’s website (yes, the building has a website: newyorktimesbuilding.com), it had officially opened for business just the day before.

In one hallway-like space of the Times’s public lobby there has been installed a multimedia spectacle by statistician Mark Hansen and artist Ben Rubin, the same duo who created the work “Listening Post,”which has gotten several mentions here (disquiet.com). Like “Listening Post,”this piece plucks data live from the Internet and displays it (thanks to a variety of artful algorithms) on a suspended, panoramic grid of small LED-style displays.

Whereas “Post”was a single grid, this new work consists of two facing grids, one on each wall; and whereas the former pulled information from the Internet at large, the latter restricts itself to time-sensitive material from the New York Times itself. The Times-commissioned piece is titled “Moveable Type,”after an earlier revolution in information technology.

As I approached “Moveable Type”from the east side of the corridor, it seemed that it had stopped mid-process. On the far side of the corridor I saw Rubin, who explained apologetically that the piece had been put on pause that afternoon to allow for some photography. While the photographer set up his equipment, Rubin introduced me to Hansen. He also explained some details about both “Post”and “Type.”In addition to the small but visible speakers in both works, there are tiny speakers embedded in the rear of each individual screen — and it is those speakers, not the screens themselves, that emit the little clicking sound that accompanies any change in what text is displayed.

Those sonic punctuations are an essential part of how the flow of data in “Listening Post”is impressed upon the work’s audience. Since “Type”was on pause, I couldn’t listen to the piece myself. I did ask Rubin if it’s the case, as a recent story in the Times seemed to state (nytimes.com), that the sounds in “Moveable Type”were limited to ones that suggested a vast pool of typewriters. I asked because part of the appeal of “Listening Post” is its melodic component, an entirely hummable underlay of synthetic tones. I wondered if the public setting of “Moveable Type” might have required — or even introduced the idea of — reducing the aural component.

First he clarified that despite evident structural similarities between the two works, “Post”and “Type”are significantly different from each other. He then explained that there are, in fact, additional, if subtle, other sound elements in “Type.”I hope to visit again in the near future.

David Brooks’s Corporate-Rock iPod — Or, In Praise of Fragmentation

In a thought piece earlier this week titled “The Segmented Society,” New York Times columnist David Brooks decried the “fragmentation” inherent in today’s diverse music scene, wishing for a halcyon era when “mega-groups attracted gigantic followings” (nytimes.com).

I pretty much never find myself agreeing with anything that Brooks writes, but what’s interesting about this particular piece of his is how he seems to put aside his vaguely libertarian, free-market mode when it comes to culture.

He is saddened that the monolithic acts of the past have given way to what could best be described as a democratization of culture. A critic of big government, he seems nonetheless to desire a big, centralized culture: “It’s going to be necessary to set up countervailing forces — institutions that span social, class and ethnic lines.” (He also seems to have not heard of Radiohead: “There are many bands that can fill 5,000-seat theaters, but there are almost no new groups with the broad following or longevity of the Rolling Stones, Springsteen or U2.” While we’re at it, how can a “new group” have “longevity”? That’s a perfect example of the stacked-deck rhetoric that makes Brooks unreadable most of the time.)

Somehow in Brooks’s imagination, the massive acts of the past were natural cultural occurrences, whereas today’s broad market is the result of a pattern of divide and conquer by record-industry executives: “In any given industry, companies are dividing the marketplace into narrower and more segmented lifestyle niches.”

Yeah, that’s right — Bruce Springsteen (whose guitarist, Little Steven, serves as a primary source of information in Brooks’s column), the Rolling Stones and U2 were cultural entities whose popularity was a natural outcome of mass appeal (no marketing or other machinations involved), whereas the rise of a more genre-aware, globally curious, shuffle-mode audience is … is what, exactly? Part of some master plan by the record industry?

Brooks’s use of the word “lifestyle” illuminates how mistaken he is. He seems to imagine that individuals elect to follow specific lifestyles and that music is then micro-tailored for them by a convenience industry. He gives no credence to the idea that rather than give their musical imaginations over to a handful of mega-groups, today’s listeners often fill their iPods (or equivalents) with a wide array of lesser-known acts — hip-hop and classic rock, soundtrack cues and novelty songs, indie-rock nuggets and non-English pop. For that is the era we live in now, which is precisely why it’s such an exciting time for music. The flourishing of electronic music in the past decade (the primary focus of this website) hasn’t been a self-contained phenomenon; it’s part and parcel of the flourishing of folk music, jazz, heavy metal, hip-hop, contemporary classical, country, etc., etc. — and the countless subgenres thereof. (Speaking of diversity, I won’t even begin to excavate Little Steven’s myopic and self-serving sense of musical history.)

But since Brooks’s usual beat is politics, I’ll just assume that he isn’t really writing in “The Segmented Society” about music — or even about fears of a multi-cultural America — at all. What he may be doing here is channeling his frustration that his own political party, after seven years in the White House, has an overstuffed block of presidential candidates who have widely differing views and who thus appeal to different segments of the party — and that there is no single evident front-runner. That is, no crowd-pleaser.

(Brooks already has been taken to task for “The Segmented Society” by various folk, including Alex “therestisnoise.com” Ross, gawker.com, playboy.com‘s Tim Mohr, thestranger.com‘s Eric Grandy and businessweek.com‘s Jon Fine.)