
Fred Moten – Chat
Fred Moten
In many ways, this Episode is our attempt to engage with Fred’s incredible writing: with his proposal that all black performance (culture, politics, sexuality, identity, and blackness itself) is improvisation.
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In many ways, this Episode is our attempt to engage with Fred’s incredible writing: with his proposal that all black performance (culture, politics, sexuality, identity, and blackness itself) is improvisation.
Free jazz pianist John Blum with an everywhere-at-once presence in duo with Jackson Krall, incendiary free jazz drummer and sound sculptor
Akio Suzuki and John Butcher performing in a remote sea cave near Durness.
A drone installation populated by flourescent strip lights working in complicity with analogue radios – “all the lights just do their thing”.
Durational group-mind drone and clatter: bamboo, electronics, the contents of your local ironmongers bin. A 3-hour set from this legendary Japanese improvisation group.
Long Stringed Instrument performance involving up to 100 wires strung in tension over a 40m arch.
Complex ways of understanding our complex times. Maths & Poetics. Gesture & Physics. Collectivist Struggle & Desire. 5 days of performances, discussions, screenings and study sessions.
Why won’t the idea of the particle or individual go away? Is the measurement problem in physics a documentary film issue? What can a human be without its crutches of life-time and measure?
Dundee. Progressive rhythmical guitar squall vs. post-highland discorporate dusk-jockey.
Could they be one of the most ferocious live noise acts around, or a necessary and ludicrous parody of ferocious noise acts? Could they be both?
This set continues on from the Bud Neill inspired clatter using the contents of the Usurper twin’s pockets.
Goofily deformed, deeply thought vocal jams: like the sound of your own breath rushing through your head.