Marc Baron
Marc Baron
Three speakers play back pre-recorded sounds, Marc listens and responds: “What is played is the imperfect witness of what I listen to (or maybe better, how I listen).”
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Three speakers play back pre-recorded sounds, Marc listens and responds: “What is played is the imperfect witness of what I listen to (or maybe better, how I listen).”
(Cyber)feminist, non-essentialist transgender and queer daily radio shows using the formula of morning radio as an arch way of thinking about the scripted behaviour and controlled empathy of systematic care.
Performance of a Sudoko based graphic score giving rise to a process of self cancellation.
IN OUR LIFETIME, is an anti-imperialist resource, edited by Hussein Mitha, produced by Arika for Episode 11, featuring poetry, essays, questions, prompts, letters and works of anti-colonial imaginary.
Join Umbrella Lane and special guest migrant trans sex workers in a community discussion about the points of intersection in LGBT people’s rights and sex worker’s rights.
UK conceptual/ drone/ noise artist, who is seriously posing what might seem to be unanswerable questions of music.
For day one of Ultra-red’s project, the investigation will take up protocols for listening to the sound of freedom composed and facilitated by George E. Lewis.
An event exploring anarchic and communal situations of musical creation with MV, EE and The Cherry Blossoms.
Sonic ‘observations’ of the world, through micro recordings on a tiny scale and transformed into something musically compelling.
Avant-wrongdoers Blood Stereo performing in Garthamlock the town spawned them.
Usurper luddite twins’ disabled instruments play a game of pick-up-sticks with the deconstructed horn of a young Derby opponent.
Dworkin asks: What would a non-expressive poetry look like? A poetry of intellect rather than emotion?