Based on a True Story – 1986
Rashad Becker
The most sophisticated synthetic music around: timbrally otherwise body music as sonified fictions and auditive sociograms.
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The most sophisticated synthetic music around: timbrally otherwise body music as sonified fictions and auditive sociograms.
Watching films and chatting with Karrabing members about those films: as they attend to the memory and practice of the ancestral present and the ancestral catastrophe that Karrabing and their more-than-human world find themselves facing.
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.
Three short performances involving social exchange (jumpers, hats, glasses…) and singing (ballads)
Three (thankfully short) chats wherein we try and get at what’s eating us with regards to experimental music, and what we think might be worth salvaging.
A talk entitled ‘The Conquest of the Universe’: which delves into the connections between the underground filmmakers and musicians in New York in the early 1960s
The role of feelings in public life, (political) depression and creative survival.
Summer Solstice hang out IRL and URL on 21 June
Out of a dark haze, shafts of light emerge, as the emulsion is scratched from the surface of the film. Simultaneously, out of the black silence, noise and audible scratches bloom into a bright drone.
A film performance about Guy then, and Guy now, as a metaphor for the passing of time, which of course all film is inherently about.
Location: between: the abandoned site of Parker House (ex-council office building) that became a student accommodation regeneration project, off the Dudhope roundabout; Bell Street Car Park entrance ramp and; the awkward (and otherwise used/ used otherwise) space left over between the back of Tesco’s and DW Sports on the Murraygate.
Tiny fragments of sound recombined and woven into spare and precise, violent yet beautiful pieces