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Live ISDN drone performance resonating between Dundee and an empty Montreal Grain Silo.
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Live ISDN drone performance resonating between Dundee and an empty Montreal Grain Silo.
 
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Bringing together artists working with music, sound, film and the moving image, KYTN 2008 saw performances, improvisations, screenings and installations over three days at DCA.
 
With Taku we’ll carry out some simple proposals for doing almost nothing, for re-thinking sound with whatever comes to hand.
 
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Although Tony had visited Haino in Japan, and they played together in private, this was the first time anyone other that Haino’s cat saw them perform together.
 
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Goofily deformed, deeply thought vocal jams: like the sound of your own breath rushing through your head.
 
A bodiless treatise on narration, bored speakers, audience misbehaviour and police megaphones, but: is anybody listening?