Last year, Michael Esposito teamed with Carl Michael von Hausswolff to create a new wax cylinder, and in the process explore matters of Electronic Voice Phenomena, which involves sensing communication signals in the white noise of electronic static. The latest touchradio.org.uk podcast features another Esposito EVP project, this time teaming him with sound artist David More, as well as Heidi Harman. The source of the electronic noise this time around is biological: Gnathonemus petersii, “an Elephantnose fish native to the Niger River in West and Central Africa.” According to the brief Touch Radio liner note, this fish “emits a weak electrical field from electro receptors covering its body. These receptors allow the fish to send a sonar-like electric pulse similar to the bat’s use of echolocation.” Esposito and company tapped into that sonic source material, augmenting with other EVP recordings, and yielding a mix of industrial noise and watery backing sounds (MP3).
[audio:http://www.touchmusic.org.uk/touchradio/Radio59/Radio59.mp3|titles=”Ghost of Gnathonemus Petersii (2011)”|artists=Michael Esposito & David More & Heidi Harman]
Like many, I found my productivity dwindle this past weekend as I read, watched, and (more on this in a moment) listened to as much as I could in regard to the situation in Japan, a country I visited with some regularity between 2004 and 2009, when I was involved full time professionally in one of its great exports and local delicacies, manga.
The earthquake and resulting tsunami of March 11 have literally and figuratively reverberated around the globe. Just south and north of where I live, in San Francisco, there was damage, even death, though not on any scale remotely like what is occurring across the Pacific. I live just one mile from the ocean, and the night of the event, as dusk approached, my family and I walked to the edge of San Francisco and watched as turbulent surf gave no significant signal of what was happening elsewhere. We also marveled at just how few witnesses stood with us. The sea offered no knowledge. For that, we turned back, back to the Internet and television.
Wrapping one’s head around catastrophe is at once numbing and aggravating, emotional and emotionless. We look for metaphors as filters, much as we employ pinhole cameras to witness a solar eclipse. As the author Richard Kadrey reminded me several years ago, science fiction is the literature of catastrophe, in a formulation by the late Susan Sontag. And few countries are as accomplished as Japan in such dire imaginings. Manga and anime in particular are — no disrespect intended to the romance, salaryman, and sport varietals — categories largely built on post-apocalyptic visions. (This is the country whose language gave us the word “tsunami,” and whose single most emblematic visual image is a drawing of a crashing wave that looks like nothing so much as the hand of an angry god.)
In my reading, one of the most informative of such documents is not a manga but a novel from the early 1970s titled Japan Sinks, or Nihon Chinbotsu, by Sakyo Komatsu. (It was later adapted, twice, as a movie, The Sinking of Japan.) The slim volume has long served me as a useful codex of native anxiety. It plays out the scenario of Japan slowly, as the result of seismic activity, returning to the sea. In the end, the book is concerned with matters of cultural identity — how will a nation so intensely homogeneous exist when it no longer has a single geographic locale? The very element that gave the island nation of Japan its heightened sense of self-identity, the sea, is the one that proves its undoing. Cultural diaspora is barely, in 1973, even imaginable — at one point, about halfway through the book, some discussion takes place as to whether the Jewish people can serve as an example.
Among the many tools we’ve had to experience the torment currently facing Japan is sonification, an increasingly prevalent mode in which recorded data is transformed into something listenable. Mikah Frank produced these audio translations of data taken from the recent quake, precise numbers turned into rough noise, our own inability to collate the rush of information rendered as a soundtrack of dread and momentum:
For a related listen, at soundcloud.com/treehouses is a sonification of the 1995 Kobe earthquake (and, along with it, a discussion, in the comments, about the appropriateness of such an artistic creation). There is also a simultaneous video feed of six major news networks in Japan at timelordcardiff.com that, when played at once, provide their own audio evocation of events.
Even if the track by Radere weren’t titled “Lost at Sea, I’m Never Coming Back,” you’d need some serious, veteran avant-drone sea legs to make it through without getting the sense of being out on open water. It rocks back and forth like a ship in a storm, and it has a rough texture like the noise a microphone inadvertently records when it does battle with the wind (MP3). And then there’s the sense of moisture, not only the rain storm of white noise that floods the track, but the extent to which the track feels at times like it is dissolving.
And then the storm abates, and the overall impression moves from downpour to cloud break — though, to be clear, land is never in sight.
[audio:http://www.archive.org/download/bsc_007/01_-_radere_-_lost_at_sea.mp3|titles=”Lost at Sea I’m Never Coming Back”|artists=Radere]
At close to eight minutes in length, “Tenuto” by Benjamin Dauer both seems to change and stay the same during its somewhat extended droning. The piece drones, but it isn’t a drone, at least to the extent that most drones aren’t drones, which is to say the extent to which, after just a small bit of observation, it becomes evident that there is an enormous amount of activity happening inside the drone.
The term “drone” is like a sausage wrapper, lending a sense of uniformity to what is, in fact, often a chaotic mix of constituent parts. Here that chaos includes a seeming orchestra, high notes like a flute solo, fluttering activity like a string section, a deep probing noise like nothing so much as an organ.