All Tomorrows Exploding Games for May

I’m trying to find contemporary events which have some of the revolutionary potential suggested by audiovisual performances in the 1960s. For me that potential was never realised, and I’m keen to explore why, and if it could be in future.

I’m referencing psychedelic concerts and Happenings such as Andy Warhol’s Exploding Plastic Inevitable events in 1966-67 or Pink Floyd’s Games for May in 1967, while also drawing on COUM Transmissions/Throbbing Gristle events.

I’m really struggling to find anything that isn’t just a restaging of those kind of events – internet savvy festivals such as Burning Man aren’t quite what I’m after either.

After searching fruitlessly for a while I tried asking on twitter and went through various stages of trying to explain what I’m looking for:

Does anyone know of any contemporary examples of something interesting developed from 60s arty sound & trippy visuals events?

Has anyone done anything more with it, not just contemporary imagery, audio and tech, but extra levels of engagement

Is there anything more general? a festival perhaps rather than one band?

I’m just after contemporary audiovisual events with a sense of communal experience, change, purpose, actual revolution.

that’s such a problematic phrase anyway, I’m just trying to work out how we can make something big happen :)

it can be different stuff really, just audiovisual events that are a bit more challenging to today’s jaded audiences

I’m aware these terms are difficult to prove, at this stage I’m just trying to find something that feels like those things are going on, or that has those intentions.

Ritual Masquerade Costumes

These Phyllis Galembo photographs show some interesting costumes, I’m particularly interested in the knitted ones.

“Large-scale color photographs from 2005 to 2006 reflect the ritual adornment and spirituality of masquerade in Nigeria, Benin and Burkina Faso in West Africa.” – Tang Museum

 

They remind me a bit of Mark Newport’s knitted costumes, which are an abject mixture of something heroic and pathetic, perhaps making a link between the repetition-pleasure of stereotypically male geeky pursuits and female craft activities.

 

There’s also various other knitted masks I’ve seen passed around online in a viral meme way, like Snow Fooling by Meg Swanson in Threads magazine, issue #39, ski masks in McCall’s from 1965, or things like Yarnbombing.

Some more unusual ski masks here.

48 Sheet

Harry Blackett. Robin Kirkham. Lucy McLauchlan. Ian Richards. Elizabeth Rowe
Digbeth, Birmingham
2 – 14 September 2010

The billboards have been speaking to me again.  Their messages leaping out of the paper and infecting my brain with subliminal commands, you feel empty, you need me, this will fill that hole, desire, obey, consume…

But sometimes forces of resistance manage to break through these portals instead.  Taking the form and twisting it, questioning the nature of these message boards to the subconscious.


Ian Richards

The dream state can be accessed to show us the potential of images in the media, that they can have moments of ecstasy, strange violent joy, if we only take the time to read them actively instead of passively.

(This particular intrusion of one reality into another was so powerful my camera couldn’t capture it, so I borrowed evidence from DiG)


Elizabeth Rowe

The debris can be reformed, grow into new shapes, remind us of the creative possibilities we saw when we were young, before they convinced us that fun had to be bought.


Lucy McLauchlan

Or we can simply distill the adverts and logos into pure icons, sigils that refuse translation, while firing off endless associations.


Harry Blackett and Robin Kirkham

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EC Arts: 48 Sheet
Ian Richards
Elizabeth Rowe
Lucy McLauchlan
Harry Blackett and Robin Kirkham

Carnival Indians

“Mardi Gras Indians are African-American Carnival revelers in New Orleans, Louisiana, who dress up for Mardi Gras in suits influenced by Native American ceremonial apparel.” from Treme Indians

This article also uses the phrase “masking as Indians” which sounds very similar to some avatar performances. I’ll look into Carnival a bit more in future, it was something I explored a while ago, but these things do have a habit of coming round again in cycles.

I’ve been looking into WITCHH▲US, partly because the sound and visual aesthetic is related to what we’re doing with Samekhmem, partly because I find the use of coded language interesting:

There’s a good overview in the Pitchfork article: Ghosts in the machine

I’m interested in the way there’s a glitching and stuttering of language in the names

“the deliberately under-the-radar approach of its leading lights (oOoOO, †‡†, Gr†ll Gr†ll, ℑ⊇◊⊆ℜ, GL▲SS †33†H, ‘†∆†, etc) who have opted to make their names either unGoogleable or unpronounceable.”

“the bands whose /\/ /\ /\/\ € $ are made out of $¥ /\/\ ß 0 \ $”

/// ▲▲▲ \\\
//TENSE//

†‡†
oOoOO
Gr†ll Gr†ll
Mater Suspiria Vision
Modern Witch
PWIN ▲▲ TEAKS
tearist
twYIYZoNe
WHITE RING

This also relates to my interest in l337

Dead Fingers Talk

Dead Fingers Talk: The Tape Experiments of William S. Burroughs
IMT Unit2/210, Cambridge Heath Road,
 London, E2 9NQ
28 May – 18 July 2010

Plastique Fantastique Yage-Cat-Demon Shrine, detail, David Burrows and Simon O'Sullivan

Something wordless called me to this exhibition, the dry hissing of ghost tapes echoing sibilantly around the streets. As I entered the space, a portal reached out to me, bending space with cones of acceleration and deceleration. Plastique Fantastique’s three-dimensional diagram was charged with a subliminal feline Scientology spell. It pricked my skin with a strange energy, and my brain was infected with the parasite-thought of Burroughs’ reality-changing playbacks of tapes.

His other experiments with cut-up audio techniques include combining street sounds with news reports, morse-code with adverts, his own speech spliced and looped until new meanings break through, as if from the future or outer space. 23 artists and groups were invited to create work in response to these re-edits of the world, and although there were plenty of ghosts in the walls and ceilings, there were also more visual and physical ‘recordings’.

In the centre of the main room were two buckets filled with a dark liquid that suggested oil or the blood of a giant black centipede. This piece by Alex Baker & Kit Poulson was activated when a droning buzz made the floorboards vibrate, and the liquid shivered in kaleidoscopic patterns, hypnotic eye pools drawing you into their conversation.

First Thought Best Thought, Aki Onda

In the gallery setting, old tape recorders became sculptural objects, particularly the orange painted machine used to play Simon Reuben White’s found recordings of a man sending audio letters to his mother. These could have been fictional, but it was still easy to get involved in his problems through the polite intimacy of his updates.

There were also visual collages, such as Riccardo Iacono’s jumpy images scratched onto film, or the ever changing montage of images by o.blaat that reminded me of Ozymandias’ headquarters in The Watchmen, where he divines the currents of history through a giant insect-eye of screens.

This exhibition is named after a Burroughs novel that was itself a ‘cut up’ of his previous work, and the pieces resonate with each other to create a virus in the visitor’s head, that in turn leaks out to merge with the stuttering sounds of the outside world.

Originally published on Interface

The Sluts


I’ve always been fascinated by the posts on Dennis Cooper’s blog that collect together escorts adverts where they promise extreme things (examples herehere, and here, or search here). When I was discussing it with Thomas Moronic he said that he’s really interested in the distance between what they promise and what they would actually do, but I think I’m more interested in the primacy of that fantasy world over the reality, and how it relates to the Post-Real that I’ve been working with in a.a.s

The story is all told in forms of digital communication, mostly postings on an escort review site, but also some IMs and emails, and this creates a distanced, sparse style, where you can read into the gaps left.  Throughout the novel, there is a confusion over whether the posts are ‘true’ or not, and if the people are the ‘real’ Brad and Brian, something that is exploited by multiple characters.  There is a growing sense that the fantasy is more important, more real, than the truth.  However, the character who tries to harness this seems to ultimately fail, perhaps it needs to have a life of it’s own to be so powerful.

Virtual ESP

Went to presentation by Michael Takeo Magruder about his project:
“The Virtualised and Visualised Gallery – Eastside Projects: KVL in collaboration with the Visualisation Research Unit, Birmingham City University will create a comparative exploration of the creative and curatorial potential of four different virtual environments, including activities in OpenSim and X3D. Creating pilot 3D online, user-customisable version of the Eastside Projects Gallery, Birmingham and its collection, and providing a platform for the creation of natively virtual and mixed reality contemporary artworks. Funded by Arts Council England 2009-10.”
http://www.kvl.cch.kcl.ac.uk/funding.html

“Michael Takeo Magruder is an artist and researcher in King’s Visualisation Lab, King’s College London. His work uses emerging technologies, including high-performance computing, mobile devices and virtual environments, blending Information Age technologies with modernist aesthetics to explore the networked, digital world.”
http://www.takeo.org/

He talked a little about the problems of working in Second Life and other places that are user content driven – that in signing up to them you are allowing the company to joint own your content. He referred to the problem of not being able to “die” in virtual worlds, where even if you delete the avatar and the content you created, there is still a backup that the company could revive if they wanted to.

The project seems interesting, but very focused around a physical space. As there is already an Eastside Projects in Second Life, it’d be great to find it and do some guerrilla performances there, perhaps get other people to do it as well.

Night Shivers

The middle of the night. It’s always in the middle of the night they come, scratching in the corners of the room. As soon as I turn on the light they scuttle away before I can catch them, only to slither back as soon as my eyes close. In the dark they glow faintly in the edges of my vision, going dark when I look straight at them. I sometimes throw things at them, but they’re fast when they need to be.

They’re getting closer each night, seeping towards me and paralysing me with dread. I can slow them down by concentrating, but I always get exhausted eventually, and they gain ground while I’m asleep.

I think they reached the sides of my bed last night, and I’m determined to hold out until dawn if I have to. I hear a sickening, slimy sound to my left and focus there, pushing the creatures away with my thoughts, but then I realise there’s a pulsing weight on my chest. I try to turn my head back, but everything is in slow motion, there’s one of them on me and I can’t even shudder. Close up, they are even more alien, a luminous outline of something shimmering and uncanny like a deep sea predator. It’s breathing in time with me and with growing horror I realise I’m getting sleepy. I fight to stay awake but the flickering presence has sapped my will and my eyes close under its spell.

When I wake I’m mad with thirst, and I’m already gulping from the tap before I realise I’m covered in some kind of sticky residue. The implications hit me and I vomit back all I’ve just drunk. I crawl to the shower with a roaring in my ears, but even the water doesn’t seem to clean me. Wherever it touches I feel a skin memory of being caressed by unnatural bodies, and the sensations overwhelm me until I’m kneeling and gasping. I screw my eyes up, desperately trying not to admit to myself how queasily good it feels.

All day I’m in a daze, only partly there, the rest of my mutinous mind lingering on half-remembered sensations that I try not to enjoy. Despite my best efforts, I’m looking forward to going to bed for the first time since the invaders appeared. I don’t know at what point during the day I gave in to the inevitable, but I get undressed as if I’m bedding a lover.

Finally the longed for noises start, and with no psychic resistance to slow them they’re all over me in minutes, I’m weighted down with their strange mass, and I start to lose sense of my edges. I suppose some of them must have slipped inside me, but it seems unimportant compared to the blurry connection I’m starting to feel to their hive-mind. The more I let go of my own identity, the more I’m rewarded with a buzz of approval and lust, until I dissolve completely into their greater purpose.

The next morning I feel perfect, energised, everything seems to flow easily, without my usual clumsy mistakes. I glide out of my door with them hidden inside me, I’m their willing puppet as I go up to every letter box on my street, shivering ecstatically as they slide down my arms and into a new home.

© July 2009 (Originally published in Endless Supply Issue 4 guest edited by Kate Pennington-Wilson)

Forum Research

Buck Eliphas from Geodecity asked me if I knew of any better systems for forums so we could have more of a social space to chat, I didn’t offhand, so looked into it a bit.

Matt L suggested FriendFeed rooms, which do refresh when there’s something new, but the sign up might be a bit offputting, and it is linked to lots of other things which might be distracting.

Charlie P also suggested I should look at the various options here, but at first glance none of them seem to do it, I can forward that link to Reactor I suppose.

I did find Blursoft and set up ShiftingSands – it does show posts immediately when someone does them but very limited otherwise, and loads of extra features that aren’t necessary.

This seems promising, but not sure how to do it, and then there’s myBB but that doesn’t seem to have this feature yet.