The Patch Cord Godfather

Talking with Morton Subotnick about the intersection of technology and creativity

At 79, Morton Subotnick is by no means resting on his laurels, as substantial as those laurels may be. Several years ago, Subotnick, one of the co-developers of the first analog synthesizer, which Don Buchla constructed in 1963, started using Ableton Live in his own performances and recordings — which is a bit like if Les Paul had started using an iPad in his weekly sessions at the Iridium. But the fact that Subotnick did fiddle with and then embrace the Live software is an emblem of his trademark curiosity and creative energy. I had the opportunity to talk with Subotnick in advance of a pair of upcoming Colorado events — one at the University of Colorado in Colorado Springs and the other at the Communikey Festival in Boulder. He’s touring and performing with Lillevan, the German visual artist. My interview appears today in the Colorado Springs Independent. Below is one back’n’forth from the Q&A. I will post more of the full transcript here at Disquiet.com at a later date.

Marc Weidenbaum: Does new technology help you achieve old musical ideas, or does it introduce new musical ideas?

Morton Subotnick: When my mother died, I got some boxes of old stuff and I found an essay I had written, I think, in high school.

It was a short story that described a time in the future when I came into a concert when they were doing a late Beethoven string quartet. The four musicians were on the stage with no instruments. They were sitting in chairs and they had bands around their arms and chests, attached to their chairs, and they had their music in front of them — and with their bodies and their minds they were playing their parts.

There was no sound in the auditorium. It was not quite like brain waves, it was more a physical thing; they were able to project the music through the electric currents in the room.

So, I’m still struggling to realize the ideas I had in 1960 and 1961. And I’m getting really close.

More on the Colorado Springs event at the Department of Visual and Performing Arts at uccs.edu and on Communikey at communikey.us. Read the interview (“Patch Cord Godfather”) at csindy.com.

The above video, from youtube.com, shows Subotnick and Lillevan performing live at Bregenzer Festspiele in Austria in 2010. (And many thanks to Ethan Hein, of ethanhein.com, for an assist in getting the interview to happen.)

Tuned-In in Dunedin

The elliptical radio art of Sally Ann McIntyre's Radio Cegeste

The work is titled “dear friends who have died are all talking to me tonight / all at once” and it is credited to Radio Cegeste, which is in fact one Sally Ann McIntyre. McIntyre lives of Dunedin, New Zealand, and Cegeste is her working with a small battery of portable FM radios. The radios, in turn, work in collusion with each other in a small space, in this case in Dunedin gallery, to create a fractured sonic hologram of social activity.

McIntyre is working from a rich theoretical construct, which Radius presents along with the audio on its respective pages at tumblr.com and soundcloud.com. This is an except:

As a site-specific, spectator-less, solo performance, dear friends who have died are all talking to me tonight / all at once re-constructs and re-imagines personal and public memory through the medium of transmission, as an appropriate framework for uncertain, shifting structural and social realities. Small clusters of radio receivers, constantly shifted around the space, pick up the signal from a stationary mini FM transmitter. These receivers also engage with each other, chattering and heterodyning, becoming analogous to groups of people talking, and the social space of a gallery opening. Such chatter interjects the night airwaves of Dunedin, full of noise, clashing frequencies, and etheric vocal infiltrations, into what is usually perceived as the bounded space, silence and temporal amnesia of the ”˜white cube’.

More on Radio Cegeste and Sally Ann McIntyre at radiocegeste.blogspot.com.

Disquiet Junto: Live in Chicago (April 19)

Music for expanded glass harmonica, and other work

Update: There’s now a post-concert post with audio and video: “Disquiet Junto / Live in Chicago (MP3).”


The Disquiet Junto Group on SoundCloud each week employs procedural restraint as a springboard for compositional creativity. Over 150 musicians around the world have participated. At this concert, Chicago-area Junto participants will each perform a piece of “expanded glass harmonica,” and additional original work.

When: Thursday, April 19

Where: Enemy Sound
1550 North Milwaukee Ave., 3rd Floor
Chicago, IL 60622

Tickets: Donation requested
Door: 8:00pm
Concert: 9:00pm

(For those not able to attend, the event will stream live at numbers.fm.)

Who’s Playing:

Ӣ Aroon Karuna / Vapor Lanes
soundcloud.com/vaporlanes

Ӣ Erik Schoster
hecanjog.com

Ӣ Jason Shanley / Cinchel
cinchel.com

Ӣ Jason Soliday
jsoliday.com

Ӣ Jeff Kolar
jeffkolar.us

Ӣ Jon Monteverde / XYZR_KX
jonmonteverde.com

Ӣ Joshua Davison / Stringbot
stringbot.com

Plus possible guests

More info at:

http://enemysound.com/?p=805

The easier to remember URL for this page is:

disquiet.com/juntoenemychicago120419

Above images drawn from the third Disquiet Junto project.

The Olfactory Narrative

An essay to accompany the work Vessels by Paolo Salvagione


Paolo Salvagione, the Sausalito-based artist, has completed a new body of work. As with several of his other recent projects, I was invited to compose an accompanying essay. His new work, Vessels, is an exploration of smell. It is a set of containers of liquids that emit select odors. Some are organic, some synthetic, and all allow him to explore issues of memory, among other things. The work will be installed at the Headlands Center for the Arts on Sunday, April 22, from noon until 5:00pm.

More info at salvagione.com and headlands.org.

This is the essay I wrote:

“The Olfactory Narrative”

The painter says that the graphic novelist damages the image by trampling it with text. The video artist says that the painter leverages nostalgia for ancient craft at the expense of modern craft. The sound artist says that the visual artist’s hegemony keeps sound registered as a second-class citizen, and then mumbles something about “apartheid,”as if floating a rhetorical test balloon. (It sinks.) The sculptor says that the visual artist and sound artist are coddled in the gallery, while sculptures weather the elements in the inevitable, and far from Edenic, “garden.”The tactile artist bemoans being stuck at the kids table. And the smell artist? No one asks the smell artist. No one notices the smell artist is in the room.

But since you ask: The smell artist prefers the graphic novelist’s earlier works because the aged paper has a dusty perfume. The smell artist can’t get close enough to the painter’s work because of those temperamental security guards — but just looking at it summons fond recollections of turpentine. The smell artist prefers sound art when it goes awry: there’s nothing like a short circuit to wake up one’s nostrils. The smell artist prefers sculpture during the weathering process: the musk of warm rain, the burn of tarmac under a hot sun, the tinge of iron ionizing in the open air, the way harsh winter air freezes nose hair. As for the tactile artist’s work, the smell artist simply remembers to wash because, reportedly, one raises one’s hand to one’s face 15.7 times per hour.

No one asks the smell artist, which is fine because the smell artist doesn’t speak much. The smell artist works in the manner of a nuclear scientist: in silence, with deliberate motion. The smell artist employs substances that, if mishandled, would fill a gallery with sensory overload, and just as quickly empty it of its patrons. Smells are reduced carefully to essential oils or their synthetic proxies. They are carefully contained in vessels: glass decanters whose hoses bring to mind medical equipment. The decanters are carefully engineered; with a simple touch they emit the requisite measure of scent. The decanters are modest sculptures, their glass essentially transparent. The aerosol they produce is so fine, down to 2.5 Ã¥ngströms, one can barely hear it as it is emerges. Some of the liquids are as clear as the glass, and thus bring into question the concept, the purpose, of hue; released as vapor, they all are almost invisible. And finally, aligned in a particular sequence, the decanters tell the story that the smell artist desires to tell.

Again more on the work at salvagione.com.

These are the three previous Salvagione piece for which I have composed essays: Blackwork, Orbit, and Competitive Swinging. I will have an essay in a forthcoming publication from Extracurricular Press documenting another of his works, Element (images and details at boondesign.com). And here is a video documenting one of his exhibits, for which I provided music supervision (or as he delightfully put it, euphonic coordination): “An excuse to respond.”

The subject of scent and its orientation in regard to ambient sound came up during another recent project I participated in, related to the surrealist painter Remedios Varo. In my summary of that project, I mentioned an old essay by Brian Eno about scent that is worth a read in the context of Salvagione’s Vessels: “Scents and Sensibility.”

Photos by Andria Lo (andrialo.com), with exception of printing process, below, which is by Boon Design’s Brian Scott (twitter.com/boondesign).

Past Week at Twitter.com/Disquiet