
Hit Parade (New York)
Christof Migone
Sound as it is endured by space and the body: 15 participants lie face down and pound the floor with a microphone one thousand times, each person choosing their own rhythm and intensity.
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Sound as it is endured by space and the body: 15 participants lie face down and pound the floor with a microphone one thousand times, each person choosing their own rhythm and intensity.
Work for cello, percussion, contra bassoon and cherbulum commissioned for Instal in collaboration with Paragon
A kind of an informal overview of INSTAL.
Goofily deformed, deeply thought vocal jams: like the sound of your own breath rushing through your head.
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?
Audio signals pass through light bulbs, causing the filaments of the bulbs to sing and crackle in a chorus of electronic static.
Akio Suzuki and John Butcher performing in an old underground reservoir in Fife.
Ever changing coven of feedback worshipping witches led by Blood Stereo/ Smack Music 7 shrieker Karen Constance spit audio hexes through yr skulls.
Can our favourite Vegas-born poet of prophetic blackness and a South Central transmuter of social rage into beauty feel through each other?
A public gathering that brings together local artists, musicians, activists, and community organisers.
Three panels offering opportunities to discuss how to build stronger alliances between the sex workers’ rights, migrants rights and reproductive justice movements and how to face, together, an increasingly punitive and reactionary system.
“I am truly without faith. In a media marketplace that demands soulness, I can only offer soulnessless.”