
Symposium: ACCESS: SOUND FILE
Dan Norton Dr Cathy Lane Dr Martin Parker Rob Gawthrop Stephen Partridge Tony Conrad Zoe Irvine
ACCESS: SOUND FILE A day-long salon accompanying KYTN focusing on sound art.
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ACCESS: SOUND FILE A day-long salon accompanying KYTN focusing on sound art.
Do almost nothing: re-present (unaltered and arranged by chance) silent family home movies handed down to Flo, (Ken’s wife) and follow them with a “teach yourself Yiddish” cassette tape.
Droner responsible for Fordell Research Unit, Muscletusk’s murk manipulator and Metzian concrete-mixer cement international relations and yr heids.
“I am truly without faith. In a media marketplace that demands soulness, I can only offer soulnessless.”
Includes: a £20 note, stock fluctuations, an examination of words in the video medium, a linguistic challenge for your mind, a frame by frame dissection 50 words, shop front poetry, image and language head to head and newspapers under the microscope.
A performance by Storyboard P – one of the greatest Afrofuturist dancers on the planet.
Moor Mother is a musician, Philadelphian housing activist and black quantum futurist.
First in a series of workshops for workers and non-workers who care. Does work that asks us to be attentive to the needs of others force us to sell our capacity for kindness?
Work that focuses in on the static hiss and background noise of recording and pushes it to the fore.
Ecstatic, scalding and ludicrously heavy, nobody matches Incapacitants for live noise energy. One of the most exhilarating live acts in underground music.
Ray and Thomas talking about how cognitive neuroscience is unlocking the physical basis of personal experience.
Music is full of refracted brass and wind tones, distorted tape loops, dead silent air and the occasional piercing shard of sound.