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banjo with two ebows over the body (as in photo)
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banjo with two ebows over the body (as in photo)
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the mandolin - or tipli, not sure - with 2 e-bows.
e-bows, the gateway drug. a handmade mandolin given to my late father-in-law becomes an early step in the planning of my STEIM project.
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at the dealership. the car is late. the comfy chairs are taken. the TV is Oprah. I am in hell.
Questionnaire from Grapefruit (Yoko Ono): reminds me of when I had people do a questionnaire during one if my solo concerts. I had forgotten about that.
Very soon this blog will transform from a trickle of odds and ends into a laboratory for thought experiments, quotations, questions, fragmentary bootlegs of life sounds, and anything else I come up with relative to my research into the modern state of electro-acoustic improvised music, noise, and sound art, and the people who love them. It will also act as a travelogue when I go to Berlin and Amsterdam in June. It will also fry you up an egg you can’t believe. Now if I can just get it to propogate automatically to facebook…it’s already set to do that for twitter (which may become annoying, but we’ll see).
We hungered for music almost seething beyond control - or even something just beyond music, a violent feeling of soaring unstoppably, powered by immense angular machinery across abrupt and torrential seas of pounding blood. Walt Whitman wrote that ‘all music is what awakes from you when you are reminded by the instruments.’ So it must be my conscious blood, in my veins, that swells behind my eyes on the unstanchable tide of the music’s careening violence; a voicelessly shrieking glee, gushing and unfulfilled; anger coming from somewhere; sweetness of virulence, energy, heated eyes, tension unrelenting, shrill shuddering lust endlessly recalculated in its spasm; focus of power. - Tony Conrad
