Four-Letter Fugue

I visited the “Listening Post” installation one last time before it closed on November 1 at the Yerba Buena Center for the Arts in San Francisco. This was the eighth or thereabouts occasion I’d sat in a darkened room and watched the massive grid of tiny screens swirl a slurry of data pulled from the web, each sequence adhering to one of a handful of algorithms constructed by the piece’s creators, tech-artist Ben Rubin and statistician Mark Hansen. It was the only time I haven’t been completely taken in. It was also the most obscene “Post” performance I’d ever witnessed.

There’s nothing like your first time. “Listening Post” is a masterful multimedia artwork, much of its content a kind of generative sound art. The first time I sat in front of the “Post,” for over half an hour — maybe an hour, I honestly don’t remember — I was so consumed by what Rubin and Hansen had accomplished that I didn’t recognize how the constant flow of visual and sonic information was affecting me. I left that room with what I can only describe as a somewhat mild case of data poisoning. Part nausea, part headache, part disorientation, part sensory overload, it was the mental equivalent of having not known when to stop eating guacamole or chocolate ice cream. This was at the San Jose Museum of Art, where “Listening Post” is part of the permanent collection, though it’s not always on view.

At Yerba Buena this summer and early autumn, “Post” was part of a group show titled Dark Matters, a show with surveillance at its curatorial core. But for all the show’s political concerns — there were pieces about government secrecy and invasion of privacy — there’s something inherently titillating about surveillance, and on this particular visit, “Listening Post” didn’t disappoint, at least not as far as sex is concerned.

Obscenities are inevitable in “Listening Post,” if only because one of Rubin and Hansen’s algorithms — one of the parameters by which the installation selects and displays data — involves parsing the data and displaying any four-letter words contained therein. There is also a sequence in which only text that begins “I am ”¦” and “I love ”¦” is displayed, and both those phrases can lead to ”¦ well, you can probably guess. Those words and phrases appear on the myriad screens, and are heard spoken by a voice that brings to mind the sentient computer from 2001: A Space Odyssey. Occasionally during a “Listening Post” run — each sequence lasts for about 30 minutes — the room is filled with a soft, synthetic melody.

Anyhow, it was neither the “I am”/”I love” section nor the four-letter section that yielded the obscenity in question during the viewing I’m recounting here. It was another movement entirely (the work has, I believe, seven distinct movements). Someone somewhere on the Internet had typed a lengthy obscenity and, presumably for emphasis, placed a space between each letter, and then repeated the word several times. “Listening Post” interpreted these letters as individual words, and thus read each aloud in sequence.

Now, not every word or phrase is treated equally in “Listening Post.” Some are repeated more often than others, and only a select few in any given movement are read aloud by that computer voice — and of those, fewer still are heard overlapping. This phrase was, at random, selected for the most prominent usage in the movement. The repetition was emphasized even further when, by either coincidence or human error, the same phrase appeared with one of the words preceded by a random letter — as a result the spoken repetitions overlapped and the room was filled, for a few moments, with an obscenity fugue. And all the while, Fdreamy techno lullaby played in the background. (It’s not for no reason that at both the Yerba Buena and the San Jose Museum a warning to parents was posted outside the installation.)

Rubin and Hansen have a new piece, a descendant of “Listening Post,” now on display in the lobby of the New York Times in Manhattan. I’m hoping to check it out during one of two upcoming visits to the city this month. Whereas “Listening Post” pulls from the broad Internet, the New York Times installation — it’s named “Moveable Type” — pulls only from the newspaper’s website. I look forward to witnessing what phrases get stuck in its gears.

I wrote up the Dark Matters show back in August (disquiet.com). The image above is from a gallery of "Listening Post" material housed at Rubin's website, earstudio.com. More info on Yerba Buena at ybca.org and SFMOMA at sfmoma.org, and on the New York Times's "Moveable Type" installation at earstudio.com (still images) and nytimes.com (video documentary).

Live Scanner (& Co.) MP3s

Last month, Scanner (aka Robin Rimbaud) pointed from his website, scannerdot.com, to a live set available for free download. His performance is, in fact, one of seven by different artists packed into a massive (nearly 100-megabyte) collection recorded as part of the Störung Festival 2.0, held in May of this year (download). The festival’s website, storung.com, also includes related video streams.

As an artist and musician, Scanner has many modes: dance DJ, storyteller, installation artist, drone-fetishist, remixer. The style of this performance might best be described as tour guide. It opens with familiar Scanner elements: introspective voices and filmic background synthesis, but soon a beat sets in, and that won’t be the last of the transformations before its 15 minutes have concluded, though it does settle into an extended period of tribal drumming.

As for the other pieces (each of which opens with the exact same digital-effluvia call signal, and each of which lasts for a quarter of an hour), Daniel Cortese and Stefabo Zati’s dives headlong into vibrant field recordings, which are then fuzted with in a variety of ways, digitally, before reverting to what seems to be “natural” analog sound.

Elufo uses scintillates that twinkle with the quiet assuredness of distant satellites; brief moments allow thuddy percussion to intrude, before the whole thing quite suddenly escalates at the end to wildly fluctuating white noise.

The highlight of Asférico’s minimal techno piece is a woodblock beat that serves as a lead “voice.” La Jovenc‘s sounds at times like a deeply sublimated remix of a Satie piano recording. Nigul‘s begins with horror-flick-ready atmospheres before moving to what are better termed atmospherics, disturbing aural set pieces of steam pipes and foreboding percussion. And Pygar‘s sounds like the score to a holiday in Second Life: an extended sequence of synthesized breezes gives way to excellent, glitch-seasoned, club-ready dub.

One note: the file is saved as an RAR archive, a Zip-style compression format that not every computer operating system readily unpacks. I believe that Apples are preset to open RARs, but for users of Windows (my primary operating system, though I do have an eye on that new EEE line of Linux-powered machines) I recommend the freeware ZipGenius zipgenius.it). Alternate software recommendations are always appreciated.

Oswald, Oliveros Interview MP3s

According to the concert program that came with a ticket to last weekend’s performance in Berkeley of John Cage’s 18 Microtonal Ragas, some 6,000 hours of recorded performances and interviews have been collected by the evening’s sponsoring organization, Other Minds, which is headed by Charles Amirkhanian — that number makes me a bit more comfortable with the frequency with which Other Minds entries pop up in the Disquiet Downstream.

This time around it’s interviews with two essential American figures in experimental music: Toronto native John Oswald, best known for his “plunderphonics” mixes of audio assemblages, and Houston-born Pauline Oliveros, whose ambient accordion and Deep Listening practices are key musical developments of the second half of the 20th century. Musical examples are provided for both. The interviews were originally broadcast in late 1990, and is available as two downloadable files (MP3, MP3 — housed at archive.org).

10-Minute Monolake Drone MP3

A new month, a new free download from one of the great minimal techno artists, Monolake (aka Robert Henke). Up at his website on his “free download” page (monolake.de) is a 14-megabyte, 10-minute piece, which in his brief online description he explains to be a reworking of material that appeared on his 2004 album Signal to Noise. The track is posted for free download, but with the stipulation that no one link directly to it, so just click on the above link (while the calendar still reads November) and snag it.

The track, titled “Oomoo,” isn’t techno — it’s a film-score-ready drone that moves like a single sheet of material buffeted by wind, from rapturous peaks to rumbling valleys. Listening to it in a car alone after dark will turn any routine drive into a scene from a Michael Mann movie.

In text accompanying the MP3, Henke provides some details regarding what went into Singal to Noise and, thus, into the track:

it is mainly a single recording of a longer pad sound of a yamaha sy 77 synthesizer. It has been sampled, transposed, filtered and layered a few times to get to the final result.

The use of the Yamaha is of note, at least to Monolake completists, because earlier this year he reportedly boxed up his substantial collection of hardware synthesizers, the Yamaha among them, in favor of a virtual studio. At the time he explained on his website:

In spring 2007 I dismantled my old studio and put all synthesizers and other hardware in cases. The Synclavier moved to the living room where it serves as an appropriate 20th century version of an old piano.

My work environment now is a laptop, two speakers and software. [Since I have been asked: no, I will probably not sell my old gear. I still like those machines, I just don’t need them anymore to achive the sonic results I am looking for.]

Henke/Monolake is no mere user of laptop music-making software. He’s also on the development team of a popular audio production and performance package called Ableton Live.

Stephane Leonard Sound Diary MP3

A few seconds in — a few long seconds, during which one hears children playing, somewhere off in the distance — there’s a guitar chord, plucked with vigor, and then left to fade out. Then comes the sudden insectoid whir of what could be a tape machine, and then another chord.

But don’t expect a third guitar chord. Not that the pace of those first two chords could in any way be interpreted to suggest a proper song is underway. They’re more like knowing acknowledgments of just how far this track, “Crown Heights” by the Berlin-based musician Stephane Leonard, is from a song. What “Crown Heights” is is an edited construct, in which the guitar is just another individual sound element, one among many, the vast majority of them “real world” sounds, like cars, voices and dog barks (MP3).

Many you might not even guess at, not without Leonard’s liner note. His description of his sonic materials is just as everyday-poetic as the resulting piece of music:

The basic materials are recordings of non-obvious sounds: “silence,” or silent moments and background noise. The human ear, or more correctly, the human brain tends to blend most of these sounds out. Because these sounds constantly entertain the sub consciousness, it becomes difficult and interesting to access and understand them. Sounds like: the bedroom ventilator, the downstairs air conditioner, the crackles and creaking of the old staircase, vague sounds of the neighbors through the walls, the dogs in the backyard and the street sounds of playing children, passing cars, far away horns and airplanes. Moreover I investigated the inside of my drawer, the sound underneath my mattress and behind the heater with my microphone.

The brain’s desire to inflict a narrative on this free-flowing collage of sounds will be rewarded, but so too will be the ear’s attention to detail. On first listen, the disparity between quiet sections and loud ones can be shocking (like jump-out-of-your-seat shocking, at too high a volume). But on subsequent listens, one becomes accustomed to listening into the “silence,” as Leonard describes it above, and the balance between foreground and background, between high and low, soft and loud, familiar and unfamiliar, slowly becomes erased.

“Crown Heights” is a single-song release from the netlabel luvsound.org. (The file is also available as a massive, “lossless” FLAC and as an OGG.) More info on Leonard at his website, stephaneleonard.net.