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Music Box: Experimental
Electronics
Climate Theater
Tuesday, October 23, 2007 |
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Tuesday Oct. 23, Climate Theater hosted its second event in the newly
launched Music Box series; Experimental Electronics, easygoing
and strident.
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The night was launched into full throttle noise delirium by none other than Thomas Dimuzio.
Words can scarcely describe the experience of feeling ones own head clicking open like a
chinese puzzle box to allow vibrations from the deep unknown to tap directly into the
nervous system, feeding communication from the void into an ordinarily useless lump of
humanity.
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Imagine sitting in the intimate atmosphere of the Climate, lit in red, blue, and fuzzy
yellow. Gazing just to the left of the stage with it’s red velvet curtain, you see a
traffic light framed in the view of the square window held open by a splintering wooden
block and as the noise seizes you, you feel the same elation felt during take off on a jet
plane.
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Looking to Dimuzio’s mother, sitting at a table near the stage, you find that her
fingers are pressed into her ears, and your head almost explodes. It doesn’t sound
like anything. You are not even sure if you have ears, surely the noise is coming from
inside of your own head, and nothing else exists.
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A moment later you are human again, but everything is so much more beautiful now, fragile
and refined. Even the most common place or grotesque elements of organic existence seem to
be exquisite. The last thing you hear sounds like a fan humming from the window on a warm
summer night and then silence as Dimuzio looks up at you and nods.
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Following Dimuzio’s performance the audience partook of a stimulating intermission.
On a screen lowered to the left of the stage, Black Note Music’s
Heart of the Music Box was projected to wean the
recuperating patrons off of pure noise.
The break was concluded with a segment from one of the
drum
machine museum's inspired documentaries projected upon the same
screen.
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The final act was to represent the "easygoing" variety of experimental
electronics. David Molina took the stage along with John Ingle and
Black Note's own Kyron
as Transient.
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With Molina on a variety of hand made instruments and Ingle alternating from bells to
pipes before coming to rest with his specialty: a stunning blue electric violin. Kyron
acted as the gatekeeper, ultimately mixing, altering, and enhancing the sounds that
touched the audiences ears; leaving his own very distinct signature.
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Playing D'artagnan to the three Musketeers, Micky T
accompanied the set with live video projections. These pure digital images traversed the
realm of the geometric to dive here and there into an abstract undercurrent before
re-emerging and taking shape once more.
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While the ensemble began as a small assortment of individual artists, as they played,
tenderly negotiating with one another, a change overtook them.
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The wailing violin, the seductive electric guitar, and pulsing electronic beats and
bass washed over the crowd like a crimson tide of life carrying blood pumped from a single
tender heart, a heart that sang a song that unfolded with the delicacy of a rose.
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Music and images moved as one body. At moments the sound, building to an emotion driven
crescendo was evocative of the music of Godspeed You! Black Emperor.
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Later Ingle, loading his gear into the car and beaming, would say, "At a certain
point we weren’t playing the music, the music was playing us."
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