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The Breath Between Marks: Score

Since Thursday I’ve been collating the elements I collected from the Centre for Artists’ Books at the DCA for use in a score to be performed at the opening/closing event for the Cabin: Codex exhibition (which one it is is still TBC). Today saw the manifestation of the score itself. Quite interestingly, when laying out the elements, I’ve started to mentally build the piece and be able to hear certain parts. I’m really looking forward to actually getting in about the interpretation of the score. It reads in three sections, from top left to bottom right, equal visual space devoted to urban/threshold/rural although the duration of each movement is at the performer’s discretion. The sound reads from the bottom to the top in terms of frequency, bass components at the bottom, higher frequencies at the top of each section.

TBBM A4 Score

(click the image for a larger view)

The credits for the original elements are below although I’ve yet to get the final list of full titles/references so apologies for any inconsistencies, all images are the property of their respective artists (although I’ve re-interpreted/altered some in the name of artistic license).

Urban

DAVID SHRIGLEY     Err

JACQUELINE DONACHIE     3,832 Miles     D111

SARA MACKILLOP     50 Envelope Windows M109

PAVEL BUCHLER    Travelogue/Between B.233

ANE HORT GUTTU Modernistisk Reise     G116

LAWRENCE WEINER 10 Works

BERNARD BORGEAUD     Parc Saint Leger     OS.103

?? W.133

Threshold

SARAH MACKILLOP     32 Photocopied Pages     M108

PAVEL BUCHLER     2200th Anniversary of The Great Wall     OS104

WEPRODUCTIONS Back To Back

THOMAS A CLARK From Alder Roots

THOMAS A CLARK Three Troilets

THE MAXMARA COAT

PROJECT Style Substance

JIM HAMLYN Shorthand Basho

ZOË IRVINE     By Air & Sea     I.101

HELEN DOUGLAS,

TELFER STOKES     Water on the Border     S.139

Rural

RICHARD LONG     Selected Walks 1979 – 1996    L114

RICHARD LONG     No Where   L116

WILL OLDHAM,

ERIK WESSEN     Forest Time    OS.121

JIM HAROLD Empty Quarter H107

NEW ARCADIANS     D.121

HELEN DOUGLAS Between The Two

HANS WARNDERS Checklist

JORN EBNER Mobile Settlement

Time to get building the sounds I guess.

D

Séance…

I’ve recently become quite engrossed in the idea of all the disparate information hanging in the ether of the Troposphere and have embarked on a series of improvised performances using radio receivers as source material.

This piece uses a small, battery powered 8 band shortwave radio, spirit folio notepad mixer, bugbrand microcrusher, big muff, holiest grail, re20, dd20 and RC20 pedals to layer and treat the incoming signals.

It’s an interesting departure from the usually obscenely tightly controlled modular constructs employed in my Erstlaub work, replacing purposefully built elements with pure chance.

Séance by D.Fyans

In other news, I spent an afternoon in the Artist Book archive down at the DCA on Thursday collecting source material to be used in the score for The Breath Between Marks. It’s really an amazing collection and I’m honoured to be given the opportunity to access such a rich resource of publications by so many fantastic artists. I’m in the process of breaking down material into score elements via a combination of processing and vectorising images so that I can lay them down. I’ll post up progress as is relevant.

D

Cabin: Codex – The Breath Between Marks

A few weeks ago I was invited to submit a proposal to Duncan of Jordanstone Exhibitions Department for a new piece to be performed at their upcoming Cabin:Codex exhibition. I’m really happy to say that it got the greenlight today!

Here’s the abstract of the exhibition: “Co-curated by Exhibitions at DJCAD and artist David Faithfull, the exhibition showcases over 100 Artists’ Books and multiples selected from the collection of Centre for Artists’ Books at VRC. The exhibition considers two inter-related but opposing ‘landscape’ themes: the Urban and the Feral, and is presented as an open display available for handling by visitors. The exhibition includes a newly commissioned book, TENT, by Paul Noble. There will also be a programme of live works responding to the notions of book and reading.”

On consideration, I came up with the piece The Breath Between Marks, the proposal as follows:

DFyans - TBBM Prop

I should start work in earnest on it on Thursday with a visit to the CAB to start working through the archive to collect source material to be repurposed into the score. It’s going to be a pretty massive project but I’m really looking forward to pushing myself into a different sphere of influence from my usual soundworks in the construction of the score and the piece itself.

Updates and info will be forthcoming as and when.

D

ReCollection(s) Part II

I recently produced an interactive audio work as part of Collection(s) Part II which will be installed at  the closing exhibition. It takes place this Friday (18th March) at the Lower Foyer Gallery at Duncan of Jordanstone, Dundee, 6-8pm.

The piece was constructed using redundant museum artifacts as source material, coaxing forgotten resonances and rhythmns from them and constructing them into a series of composed loops. At the event, visitors will be able to interact via a midi controller to remix their own combinations of composed loops as a soundtrack to the exhibition which will consist of pieces created during the workshops alongside the museum objects.

ReCollection(s) Part II

A short rendering of the audio appears below, this was recorded on the fly with me interacting with the composed elements via the interface.

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ReCollection(s) Part II (sketch) by D.Fyans

Hope to see you there.

D

Sound and Process…

A couple of new pieces I’ve made recently:

Distress Transmission:

Distress Transmission

Distress Transmission by D.Fyans

This piece will be exhibited at the Leith Festival in June 2011

ReCollection(s) Part II:

ReCollection(s) Part II

ReCollection(s) Part II (cont.)

ReCollection(s) Part II (sketch) by D.Fyans

This will be installed at the Collection(s) Part II closing event at the Lower Foyer Gallery alongside the source objects with an interface allowing for visitors to create their own mix of the composed loops .

Shouting At The Void

So, a little post of some recent projects I’ve made for artschool over the last few weeks.

The Decline of Physical Memory

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The Decline of Physical Memory by D.Fyans

A mixed media piece based around the premise of unreliability of memory realised through audio. A recording was taken and dubbed between 2 tapes a total of 45 times. There are some more images and info here.

A Monument of Impermanence

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A Monument of Impermanence by D.Fyans

A heavily processed piece using the sound of 100g of snow, collected on the 8th Jan 2011, melting. Each drip acts as an impulse feeding into a large effects structure. More on soundcloud link above and a few images here.

Prologue: A Love Poem

A short psychogeographic piece, heavily inspired by recent Keiller/Petit/Sinclair based obsessive input.

I also recently performed a new Erstlaub piece called Inverted Memory at the EMAF 2011 Screening Tour at the DCA in Dundee. It went down pretty well but I have to say it’s the first time I’ve ever played an entire set to the back of a room full of people’s heads but, they didn’t leave or talk much so I’m guessing it worked out ok. This is a slightly earlier version of the piece I performed on the night.
Inverted Memory by Erstlaub

The new release for Broken20 will be happening soon, I’ll post up with details once it happens.

D

In Liminal Space

Sleepwalking got a really nice write up courtesy of Matt Poacher over at the always awesome The Liminal last week, even when they aren’t writing nice things about me, the quality of writing and the things they cover make it a daily read for me, go suck up their rss feed:

“Traditionally, a sigil was a unique symbol created for a specific magical purpose. It tended to be made up of several discrete elements, each charged with meaning and intent, each working toward the larger effect of the whole. It might be used as a hexing medium, or a way of summoning or conjuring a spirit or demon. I wasn‚Äôt aware of the notion of a hypersigil before listening to Erstlaub‚Äôs latest record, Sleepwalking Into The Underworld but it was an idea popularised by Grant Morrison with his epic comic series, The Invisibles, the idea being that the work was an ongoing rite of sigilization, formed with the express intent of actually augmenting or even altering reality.

Hokum aside, this idea of a sustained meditative process, built or performed with the express purpose of causing a shift in behaviour or consciousness, is peculiarly suited to music, and is to some extent already implicit in the creative process – and even more so with something created from disparate systems and ‘let go’ such as the method Erstlaub has used over various releases. As the artist has put it himself, this method involves “ taking an idea, feeling or element of will or intent and translating into sound by means of taking individual modular elements and focusing, refining and condensing them into self contained, autonomous systems, usually with an inbuilt “fail” system removing the technical purity and adding a more organic edge.” These autonomous systems are gradually worked into a whole – the sigil or hypersigil – with the entropic ‘fail’ device ensuring an element of uncertainty. In the case of Sleepwalking into the Underworld the result is a 45-minute single take experiment (alongside a feature length video accompaniment – see below) that results in a glorious unspooling and interlocking series of humming drones, the disparate elements working with and against one another to form a single shimmering thread.

Sonically, a comparison I keep returning to is Keith Fullerton Whitman, especially the Whitman of Lisbon and Playthroughs. There is both a similar technical aesthetic at work here, and a similar sense of elemental warmth about the extended drones – the sense of a magmatic liquid hum beneath the surface of things. Yet Erstlaub’s method has a stronger environmental feel to it, as befits the subject matter, with each ‘section’ of the hypersigil based around the ancient idea that bodies of water are portals to the underworld. The accompanying video piece makes this link explicit, with sections of the whole playing out across black and white images of different, distant watery landscapes. At times it’s easy to forget that these are all synthetic sounds, as often the inner ear scans the dense clamour and picks out what could be field recordings – rainfall, storm surges, solar wind. There are periods where the effect is so total, so immersive it’s as if you’re inside the fabric of the recording.

You could argue that the added theoretical bulk Erstlaub has brought to Sleepwalking into the Underworld gives it something of a literary weight, something that both adds and detracts from the experience of actually absorbing it as a whole; it also puts the whole piece under fairly intense pressure in terms of scrutiny, and widens the field of scope to include mystics such as Austin Osman Spare and David Tibet, and the darker magick of bands such as Coil. All of which asks the question of whether or not Sleepwalking into the Underworld can cope with this weight of expectation. And the truth is, it can. As a stand-alone piece of music it’s huge, dense and affecting; and as an installation, complete with the film and the wider occult speculations, it has real resonance and enough ambition that it should hopefully reach a wide audience.

As an aside, Sleepwalking into the Underworld is also something of a requiem for the Highpoint Lowlife label, which after 10 years of trading is to ease into retirement. You can still purchase the SITU DVD at the label‚Äôs website.”

You can still pick up copies from the usual channels but I’d recommend getting it straight from the label here if you so desire.

In other areas, this week has been spent in sanity entropic repetition continuously bouncing 45 minutes of audio between 2 cassettes 45 times for a project I’m about to wind up titled “The Decline of Physical Memory” and making a scrying mirror for ‘The Magnificent Psychomanteum” busy busy busy (but at least I guess it keeps the scary thoughts from creeping in). More on both these projects soon. In the meantime I have an asston of reading to do seeing as I foolishly decided to write my dissertation on the evolution of Psychogeography. WTF!

The Magnificent Psychomanteum

I ought really to also just mention a few cultural ley lines that have recently occurred. First of all, after years of vaguely being aware of the name, I finally got around to checking out the films of Bela Tarr. The Werckmeister Harmonies and Damnation immediately had me clearing shelf space next to Tarkovsky for them due to the utterly awe inspiring combination of pure cinematic beauty, non specific narrative and shear metaphysical weight. I really can’t recommend them both highly enough.

Last week I also saw Patrick Keiller’s Robinson In Ruins. With London and Robinson In Space already being massively significant pieces of work in terms of my general psyche, I’ve been excited about its existence since reading about it being shown at the BFI Festival in London back in October and our gemlike DCA made my year (well January anyway) by screening one showing of it. All Keiller’s trademarks are there, it’s a slow, mystifying, beautiful piece of cinema. I was really aware of the lack of Schofield, ‘The Narrator’ and travelling companion of Robinson in the previous two and just didn’t feel the same connection to his replacement Vanessa Redgrave as had existed before but the whole piece still endures, a week later, there are still scenes I’m picking apart and narrative strains that keep echoing around.

Finally, a short comics series by the behemoth that is Warren Ellis titled Supergods. It’s just amazing and reminds you why he is one of the best writers in the world today, regardless of medium. Rustle up a copy, you shouldn’t be disappointed.

Take care.

D

You Can Fall

It’s always with a weird reticence that I commit to these sorts of posts put when giri comes into play so strongly, it feels that anything less would be disrespectful.

It’s a massive loss to music world that Trish Keenan left us on Friday 14th January. A voice that has been right by my side since 2000 when I first heard “The Noise Made By People”, Broadcast’s first outing on Warp and stayed with me ever since: A weird and consistently beautiful album constantly straddling the line between 60’s Twee girlband chic and the type of pure radiophonic delight that I’m pretty sure Delia Derbyshire would have loved.

In honesty though, it wasn’t until some of the harder times in life that Keenan’s delivery and writing brought the vague beauty of hope into play, and for that I will be ever indebted. There are so many songs from the amazing Broadcast canon that I could quote as pieces which have transcended simple song and become maxim, but it somehow seems most fitting that I choose the song that almost always brought me close to tears, even before this dreadful, terrible loss.

“If you think nothing is yours
If I think everything belongs to me
How wrong Ill be
None of us have anything
Theres a place I have never explored
Another world we have yet to conquer
And untill then none of us have anything”

Goodbye Trish, thank you so much for the beauty and humanity you brought in such a sparse and wonderful way. I hope you are out playing in the fields with Rowan Morrison, the march hares and the rest of the witch cult.

D