The Secret of Music
Keiji Haino
Haino exceeds expectation with a 4 hour solo performance on a collection of more than forty instruments from all over the world.
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Haino exceeds expectation with a 4 hour solo performance on a collection of more than forty instruments from all over the world.
A double bill of A (imageless) film of nothing but a sound recording and its transcription and a found film of news interviews about Malcolm X’s assasination, where the filmmaker decided to add nothing to it, except our attention.
Pitching Fahey inspired, eastern-infused folk vibrations, sad elliptical drones and oracle chants into one kaleidoscopic sound.
The Experimental Improvisers Association of Japan, [EXIAS-J] are a loose collective of musicians and dilettantes who seem to represent an entire and self sufficient scene in one band.
This set continues on from the Bud Neill inspired clatter using the contents of the Usurper twin’s pockets.
The practice of North African Indigenous revolutionary love, in the face of European capitalist violence and settler colonialism, with one of the most vital anti-colonial thinkers in Europe.
A short chat about what we (Arika) might be trying to do with our program for the Biennial.
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.
Solo performance on bass clarinet, jaw harp & voice by Arrington De Dionyso.
Reading their letters to each other, and chatting about prefigurative politics as the practice of relentlessly building worlds through unspeakable violence and loss; of building worlds and living in them anyway.
Minimal details and otherworldly glistening drones, rich with sustained metallic timbres that breathe with the scrapped pulse of bowed metal.
Poems are kisses, fists, and underground rivers. For all these reasons and many more, I am a poet.