Here are my unedited notes from the event…
I am at OCMA–9BetStretch it is @ 3:30 AM–the music is very lazy and drawn out and the first crescendo just passed. Also, my normal alarm just went off, I was thinking about the time I have spent here in the past–the music is very intense right now–I was once here with Diego–he talked about being thrown out of an old timers car–what insanity.
The policy have just arrived. “We were told to come,” they say. The fact that the cops have come to check it out–the women in charge asked about the reason they came by–if they saw the light. “no, we were sent.” there is so much truth to that.
My phone just went off with a Hello Mooto–man this an amazing sound scape–I really like this event & would like to add this to ubuweb–they will really enjoy this.
I am very much paying more attention to the none musical moments in this–the actual art and the song is lost–there is very little humanity in the work and I become hungry for it–I really find myself craving the human. I find myself watching the sleepers. I find myself trying to eavesdrop. I am desperate for more sound and more vision.
During the quiet periods there is a clear static.
Deadlocked security girl just curled up next to sleeping man. A guy with boots. Next to his bed a very interesting couple.
I did not see the police leave–a small elderly Asian woman just walked in–she has an awesome orange skirt.
Dread Girl just got up and left.
Orange skirt is with pudgy white guy. They are at the snack table, also there is more food. Orange skirt women is a volunteer and they leave. Orange skirt girl just apologized for talking.
“I am sorry”
“we were sent”
“did you see the light”
The things overheard–the fact of Beethoven’s deafness . The removal of humanity heard in this work. I am not sure what all of that means.
Something that I find very interesting is that all of the notes overlap–the pitch does not stop and does not really step into the next pitch. The sounds just kind of morph & mutate into the next sound.
I am feeling very lost in space. There are no clues as to where I am in the original work. A slensory[sic] strum[sic] along with some sort of timer to tell me which track that I am on would be very helpful–some way to keep the space organized.
Music is in some sense the organization of time. One thing feels very organized and do not get the same–that live is any space at other–and it is not the frothy chaos of noise. A much more frightening chaos. Non human but also non found. I have this sense that there is a very little directorial agency is this work. I am not sure what that means, but the fact is that I am not hear this as priceless–not sure.
Again, the static between the tracks. Like fire flies.
I am still listening, but I have just found a copy of Art Forum.
C H R I S K R A U S
Torpor
Blumandpoe.com has new murakami art.
Is there any sense of nostalgia–does the work share any issues of memory are of the times I cried to do was recognize the work. Where are we in the piece. I am at the start of the fourth movement–really, I do not recognize it at all.
Sunday from 12-4 There is the imagination celebration that is important.
it is clear that the relation between work and daily activity had become more intimate [Art Forum]
How do you take a picture of a musical event? How do you capture history in that context–the spa is not working in the complex so I do not need to hurry back home.
It is no 5:00 AM and time for me to head over the swim team. I hope that Byron comes. I also hope that we can take Tim who had bike crash. It would be good. I liked this.




















