Gary Smith
Gary Smith
Guitar solo where inscrutable, minute electric sounds are excavated by palms that smother and strangle, that wring sound from the fretboard, from behind the bridge.
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Guitar solo where inscrutable, minute electric sounds are excavated by palms that smother and strangle, that wring sound from the fretboard, from behind the bridge.
“I am truly without faith. In a media marketplace that demands soulness, I can only offer soulnessless.”
Like walking through the abstracted amalgamation of 30 or so storms, trays of water shaken by thunder, light bouncing off pools.
Robin Hayward – exploring the micro-sounds of a tuba, filling slowly with sand.
A drone installation populated by flourescent strip lights working in complicity with analogue radios – “all the lights just do their thing”.
An evening extravaganza celebrating the London launch of Truth & Lies: an Anthology of Writing and Art by Sex Workers
Expect slutty DJs, playful performances, stripper poles, rococo cakes, union broads and intimate readings…
Ray and Thomas talking about how cognitive neuroscience is unlocking the physical basis of personal experience.
A collaborative performance where sound and image are created, performed and mediated by light, water and glass.
A sung-through Nubian musical ballet. A darkly humorous take on sexual trauma and what magical and ancestral tools might heal it.
A system in which oscillators shake The Arches, seismographs pick up the harmonics that are then amplified through massive sub-bass PA.
A performative survey of listening, as we managed to find it being used as a tool in different practices, disciplines and communities in North America (music, poetry, film, philosophy, activism…).
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.