I’ve already put up some stuff about protest sound in Egypt and London here…
But I thought I’d add some extra snaps of the DIY mobile sound systems that were everywhere at the anti-cuts march in November:
This tricycle was used as the PA at the Occupy London camp i think. Pretty noisey with hefty bass. For a tricycle.
The sound of the cardboard vultures of austerity.
Bicycle trailer crusader.
A night of primordial sonatas
Rob Lavers and Simon Morris, Nick Thurston, and a headline set by Dutch avant-garde composer Jaap Blonk
7.30pm, Saturday 18th February, 2012
Venue: Whitechapel Gallery, 77-82 Whitechapel High Street, London, E1 7QX
Entry: £7 (£5 concs)
Worth checking out a bit of the ratika ratika ratika bruap stetsep bruap stetsep.
Drum and bass MCs take note: Jaap Blonk is going to be bringing the tongue rolling.
Expect the audience to go wild:
As Jaap Blonk recalls: “The reception of these first public performances [of Kurt Scwitters’ Ursonate] was varying widely. On many occasions I was performing at rock or punk clubs as an opening act for a band, and lots of people were not at all into it. Their preference was either to just talk with their friends or hear their habitual kind of music. So they started to scream and protest, and often throwing things at me, especially beer, which fortunately was mostly given out in plastic, not glass containers. The culminating point of this kind of experience was a performance of the Ursonate, opening for a concert of The Stranglers at Vredenburg Music Center in Utrecht in 1986, for an audience of about 2000 fans. When I was announced, even before I had opened my mouth, people started calling out: “Rot op!” (“Fuck off!”), and when I started, the atmosphere became very much that of a football match, but clearly an away game for me. With massive roaring they tried to drown out my voice, but of course the P.A. made me louder. Six stage guards were working hard to keep people from climbing the stage and hitting me, and hundreds of half-full plastic beer glasses flew about me. But in the course of the performance I managed to win over at least a few hundred people, who were roaring in my favor. The next morning one newspaper had the headline “Jaap Blonk Shocks Punk Audience With Dada Poetry”, which for me was a nice testimony to the fact that Schwitters’ piece was still very much alive, in spite of its age.”
This is the steez:
What happens when someone finds the world’s first synthesizer in a barn in France?
Been meaning to put this up for a while.
Nick Street’s film Oramics To Electronica.
…for as long as I use this strange tribute to the Radiophonic Workshop.
Something for those who are not a pioneers in magnet tape manipulation – but secretly think that is exactly what they would have been if they were born at the right time.
Not just someone who lives in the age of the internet and spends hours just dragging a mouse-pointer over some dark circles, triggering retro-sci-fi sounds…
And todays is particularly good.
Welcome to the monolog.
A very nice Delia Derbyshire radio documentary. Imagine stumbling across her stash of tapes.
‘The broadcaster and Doctor Who fan Matthew Sweet travels to The University of Manchester – home of Delia Derbyshire’s private collection of audio recordings – to learn more about the wider career and working methods of the woman who realised Ron Grainer’s original theme to Doctor Who. ‘
A good story, but one that’s been told so many times before.
Does this article add anything new?
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