Department for Propagation of the Author’s
Erudition
I well remember my own flattered astonishment when some
good simple soul told me, after listening to my own Jardin parfumé,
of the various rustic sounds he said he heard therein; the brook, the bees,
the birds doing all the things you expect birds, bees, and brooks to do
- in their publishable moments. I could not forbear to ask the good soul
if he also heard the rich purée d'épinard plop of
the cows emptying their bowels, those least - so admirably least - costive
of creatures, whose evacuations, performed with such nonchalance and brio,
and full-bowelled ease, are such a shining example to the constipated idiots
who live on and by them.
-- Kaikhosru Sorabji
Gosh, how can a guy who wrote der männer sippe
be all-bad?
-- former Wagner Society member
...to the everlasting glory of those few men, blessed and
sanctified in the curses and execrations of those many, whose praise is
eternal damnation.
-- Kaikhosru Sorabji (from Opus Clavicembalisticum
dedication)
ma! ! hav zom watr plz +?
-- antiorp
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Department of Unread Essays
Herewith I offer some observations about nothing in particular,
and also some observations about a self-produced CD album titled krop3rom,
the creation of which is credited to the identity "A9FF" whom
we on the max listserv know as antiorp.
I obtained a copy of antiorp's CD, krop3rom, in mid-November (1998).
I had no intentions of writing a review, until antiorp, in a transgressive
breach of trust, revealed the fact that I'd purchased a copy by posting
my private email on the max list. That was an act I do not take lightly.
I contacted antiorp many months before, in an attempt to purchase a copy,
but I refused to obtain it under the then current "plan" of buying a batch
of 10 CDs at USD 3 each. When he finally extended an offer to buy a single
copy, I accepted without hesitation. I am fully aware that this review
is likely to be the successful outcome of some calculation by antiorp --
part of a scheme having as one component the manipulative revelation of
my private choices/purchases. So, here’s one more review to post all over
the internet, my good friend.
Some max-l members will be disappointed over my taking the effort to
write this review, but there are bigger issues than my own approval rating.
The issue is the health of max-l. No, that's not it. The issue is how suitable
max-l is to me, to the maintenance of my own interest. Perhaps just the
mere use of the great tool called MAX isn’t stimulus enough.
It seems that the obvious purpose of my initial action (the private email
to antiorp) eluded our iconoclastic friend. If he had understood, I probably
would not be typing this now. It was not a persona (which should be simple
to ignore, yes?) that placed my private matter into the public domain,
however. This was the very real and desperate (at least for the moment)
person behind the antiorp phenomenon, capitulating to his own self-centered
needs. As he made certain to tell us, he does so in blazing outsider glory;
the magnificence of a lone artist with no corporate or academic
sponsorship, promulgating his work to a wide public. A few years ago I
wrote a semi-autobiographical piece called "The Outsider." I know
of this quest.
I have a major interest in this recording, and I'm not reviewing it
under any feelings of pressure, or of ambivalence. Perhaps it’s 3go!zm -
the editors of Fanfare don’t know yet that I exist. To assume that
my review is neutral, unbiased, and not preconditioned by my own rather
active feelings about the "antiorp matter" is risky, however. That I had
a predisposition toward this recording is obvious. Did I expect a brilliant
conception, a high level of intensity? Sure I did. Did I know the artist
before hearing his work? Well enough, as well as any other max-l member.
Did I expect antiorp's CD krop3rom to be rigorous and uncompromising
in its musical conception? Yes I did. I sat back without a copy of this
work, while others, such as Nick Rothwell, the founder of max-l, offered
their observations, and in Nick's case, even humorously entering into antiorp's
own language-idiom to form the codetta of his review. I was intrigued.
Nick's review confirmed that krop3rom's sound palette would be laden with legions
of idiosyncratic bleeps, boinks, bonks, and bzzzps. They are there, but
they aren't the point.
It's All in How You Hex It
The composition krop3rom is consistent with one faction’s apparent
mental picture of antiorp's public cyber-persona as that of a belligerent,
megalomaniacal pseudo-intellectual out to rule the roost. That is to say,
krop3rom
is not going to change the minds of antiorp’s attackers because its surface,
at least, does not refute that picture. However, it is a mistake to conclude
that political motives or a kind of canny manipulation superceded the quest
for substance on behalf of this composer. krop3rom is rich enough to
be felt on levels other than the deep allegory many Wagner aficionados
need to apply to, let’s say, the Ring. Well then, does antiorp, or "0f0003,"
carry his social/political message within the spiraling track of his CD,
wherein interesting sound designs are presented with points of apparent
sloppy editing (which are as intentional, no doubt, as Miles' cracked notes)?
Perhaps. My expectations of a consistently uncompromising musical conception
were initially dashed by an off-putting drumkit-based backbeat groove that
struck me as a capitulation to the mass taste -- a sort of projection into
the dance hall. I soon decided that this relentless rock backbeat, which
does not consume all that much of the work's total running time, is an
effective foil for the conceptual abstractions that indeed make up most
of the piece. That groove is based on a dark secundal ostinato that is
too forbidding for the delicate ears of most of pop culture’s inhabitants
(from my elitist’s podium I’ll shout: That pleases me). So, my first
crisis with the piece was overcome, although I still feel injured by what
looks like a composer's easy way out.
krop3rom’s sound world is varied and rich, with a significant amount of
granular synthesis and some passages sounding like the spaceship SuperCollider.
Concrète techniques appear to be limited to recordings of human
voices delivering text. The piece is highly oscillator and noise-based
in its textures. In general, these are rough-edged sonorities -- really
nice stuff indeed. There’s compression, gobs of it, way more than Oppenheimer
would paternalistically advise in the happy-talk columns of his slick rag.
It’s almost as though we’ve got a RealAudio-readied pre-master -- another
thing that, at first, put me off. By invoking Steve O. do I imply that
the pages of EM are a more fitting place than CMJ for analysis of krop3rom?
I’m undecided. I have not yet come to terms with where this work is situated
in the greater scheme of things.
Text is often heard -- English, German, and French, and half the times
it seems to be one or another kind of protest. Much of the German is processed
and inflected in such a way as to evoke impassioned wax-recorded speeches
of the early 20th Century. The piece is dripping with angst from start
to finish (putting it, straight away, into my camp), and it even contains
the "staging" of a political execution. One of the few English lines, delivered
by a woman whose saccharine smile can be seen ever so clearly in the mind's
eye, is spoken in a style reminiscent of a dehumanizing industrial training
video. Thus, she interjects de-contextually: "Fuck freely, orgasmic
therapy, bioelectric charge and discharge -- a genital embrace. Fuck freely,
communist movement...[chop]" A decontextualization, a non sequitur?
Potent symbolism or sensationalism? I must leave that open, but I’ll suggest
that the composer of krop3rom was committed to producing a work of artistic
value and expressiveness. I do not question his integrity in carrying out
that goal. My basis? What can I say -- the basis is no more than lots of
careful listening over many years. In spite of the aforementioned musical
compromise -- a calculated use of non-related genre-specific material (I
can be bashed for that), I take the position that nothing in this piece
is gratuitous.
The CD's 61 minutes are laid out over 98 individual tracks, with the
98th one's first four minutes (its total in duration is 4:38, 5 seconds
past the magic number) housing a diabolical dead-silence. If we persist
(or inadvertently let the CD run on through the first four silent minutes
of this final track), we get a classic 'orpism -- the sudden eruption of
hostile sounds: the stereo system is self-destructing (some listeners will
never realize it’s even there). This is close to a sonic analogue of antiorp's
final cluster of ascii-art featured in many of his postings. The penultimate
track ends with a strikingly haunting figure rendered by a woman's voice
chopped by both a slow-grained and a very fine-grained process. This is
a gorgeous moment that is setup, in less than masterful, almost utilitarian
manner, by the work's one really significant (near-)"developmental" passage
-- a long section of sustained material led by a microtonally tuned church-organ.
This part of the score, which strongly suggests time-travel, functions
as a release and contrast from the tension-filled beginning and middle
sections. Antiorp's chopped, semi-valedictory woman is a stroke of genius
and makes a superb moment. But is it enough? When delving ten seconds or
two minutes or 4:06 into the abyss of #98, it is enough. It is more than
enough. Its haunting beauty still rings in fulfilling echoes. How generous
of the great cyber-manipulator to offer four minutes within which to decide
whether or not that perfect ending will be one's own ending -- this time.
But one isn't aware that the choice exists unless one has suffered the
disorientation of 98's final 31 seconds of hair-raising sound, an enactment
of frantic scrubbing of the radio dial in search of... Kundry's kiss.
krop3rom is more interesting than most of the "serious" work coming
from inside or outside of academe, yet the work's episodic nature was a
problem for me at first. Its frequent shifting will cause seekers of formal
refinement to leave in frustration. The formal structure may owe to a stochastic
base, through which krop3rom would exhibit a local chaos (...my "episodic"
sections, more than half of the piece), but a global determinism. It does
have shape, and even recapitulation, but it really boils down to a drama
in sound -- a melodrama, and a gripping one indeed, one which ends in full
flowering ambiguity. There is no resolution, no release, and no answer.
And like the antiorp cyber-persona, this piece is infused with musical
evocation of the cyclical word games we see on max-l, a rhetorical statement/rejoinder
syndrome, and it is so at the level of its compositional syntax. Interestingly
enough, this is a consideration unlikely to enter the consciousness of
non-list members who aren't conditioned by luxurious message-postings,
and the fact that such rhetorical cycles are at the syntax-level will not
be a problem for many listeners who can approach this work non-programmatically.
However, this technique, one which diminishes the sense of organic interrelationships
in the piece, is a problem for me. This is not a fatal flaw, and once I
accepted this work's alliance with the popular culture, or dare I suggest,
to the cyber-culture, even the gaming sub-culture, rather than to the "concert-music"
or "classical" world, I came to be on better terms with it. But none of
my proposed "alliances" is adequately specific -- krop3rom belongs to
an emerging genre of art-music or "sound-art" that is a new synthesis (I
know one person who will, of course, claim it is aligned with no known
genre, and never will be).
I am not familiar with the work of most on the max-l, but through happenstance,
there are two, Hans Tutschku and Karlheinz Essl, whose works
I've examined closely. Here is different world. Here is work that, to exist
at all, must throw open for the listener the doors to an exalted state.
Here is work that invites the listener to inhabit a most rarified plane
of existence. I place krop3rom in the context of such work of purity
and majesty as that of Tutschku and Essl because it is the max list that
got us here and this little essay is as much about my relationship to that
cyber-entity as it is about antiorp's CD. Listen to Essl's "Entsagung"
or to Tutschku's "Les invisibles" or "erinnerung" for work
that is not built of the temporal concerns of politics or of corporate
or academic alliances. Not a single stone of their foundations is made
of rhetorical argument. Listen to work that will become a permanent part
of the world's music literature, and which will inspire composers and listeners
throughout the new millennium.
Listen also to krop3rom. It will reward that effort. A view of its
surface yields the sonic equivalent of antiorp's web persona. This is utterly
uncanny, and more than entertaining enough. Then dig below the surface.
There lies a compelling work -- one that transcends the single life form
of its creator. I like it immensely.
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