Jazz beats and sax

21 01 2017

lately, i have revisited the idea of working with backing tracks using computer. I find it is a quick way to lay down a few musical ideas.

at first, i was not keen on using software instruments, and spending time on the screen tweaking midi information. i’d much rather get my hands straight into matter and sculpt into the immediacy of sound. but still,  it is fun to improvise to some groove and it provides a change to electroacoustic abstraction and field recordings.

using ableton live, it is easy to get a few simple ideas down and quickly move on to recording sax lines, and then still have the option to rework the structure. sometimes rhythms and harmonic structures are programmed, sometimes played on the fly.

and i do like messing with beats and groove, even at times improvising bass lines on the keyboard of my laptop…

i have been focusing on ways to develop musical narratives in improvisation. and i have been trying out various ways to find melodic or harmonic paths to navigate outside of established structures while maintaining a sense of evolving melody.

this work has come out of a desire to expand narratives in longer forms. i felt tied down by shorter cycles that keep resolving to the root, and wanted to open up the possibilities of extended melodic development as found in western and indian classical music. however, i did not want to fall into completely random root movements. i guess, i wanted a method that would be suited to support free flowing improvised narratives without being tied to a structural approach or to the predictability of a specific, limited linguistic approach. (i really do not take on the idea of limiting musical expression to the form of a language and follow on this metaphor to expression in terms of a personal vocabulary, and the implied pitfalls of predictability. ok, let’s not get too political or philosophical here.)

so to sum up my idea in a few (but rather big) words… i felt i needed to free myself from limiting structures and find an open method for the free flow development of narrative in improvisation. so i had to look outside of cyclical forms that imply repeated return to a root and this sense of continually converging back to a fixed point.

for this, i started working with musical ‘sounds’ that dissociated ‘root’ with ‘tonal centre’. this is a very interesting and important distinction, and looking into Steve Coleman’s idea of negative chords helped a lot. and then, it was just a question of finding paths that diverge from the informed habit of sequencing the tonal centre in a predictable manner. the only way was to follow the logic of an organic narrative development and of course not falling into the pull of following protocol. a very good bass player once said to me the very simple rule that applies to all music, ‘harmony always follows melody’. it had to be this way, and not the opposite.

so in the development of melodic narrative, i removed the anchor, this force of attraction found in tonal centers, and instead looked for ways to follow the logic intrinsic to improvised narratives, so that the melody would keep unfolding without being tethered. i had to rethink how i looked at musical forms (and even how one looks at form… is emptiness, emptiness is form… remember?).


i started developing modalities (rather than scales), harmonic shapes (rather than chords) and considering axis (rather than tonal centre) and therefore orbits, pathways, nodal points between orbits. we’re not lost in space here, this is not music of the spheres, nor a nihilist chromatic hell, however, i had to detach from traditional approach to tonality and think in terms of interval relationships – in order to be able to move freely between paths, while retaining a narrative logic, that is without sounding completely aleatory, chromatic or just random.

of course, it takes a long time to assimilate all this method in my playing, to be able to improvise with it, particularly as i do not have a mathematical nor analytical approach when playing. free flow is essential to creativity i believe, and one way to detach from predictable structures is to ‘walk away from the expectations of the world’, as is expressed in another article you can find in this blog.

this approach also has taken a long time to develop, and i found that some aspects of it started to show in the solo work i have been documenting as ‘sounding out‘.

so here are a few pieces that i have recorded using sets of chords and beats, which of course are all arranged in advance using live, and then improvised saxophone lines over the top.

to finish with, a few more pieces hot from the press…

as usual, i hope you enjoy listening to this work, and would love to hear your thoughts and reactions…

peace,

xrv





Thoughts On my experience of Improvisation

29 08 2015

On improvisation

 

Many musical traditions have improvisation at the core of their practice. Often, improvisation appears within the frameworks of long standing traditions, sets of rules and theory. And there are as many degrees between composed work and improvisation as there are styles and musical practices.
In the more recent development of music in western tradition, ‘free improvisation’ is seen as breaking away from existing models. However, further inquiry will show that in actual fact, it reproduces many aspects which feed right into the current music industry and cultural or social demands.
I would like to present the idea that nothing is completely independent. Against the contemporary fad in pursuit of the ‘new’, nothing is purely novel, nothing is unique.
With this understanding of the law of causality, it is also important to consider the law of conservation of energy.
So I will draw parallels here with science in saying that nothing is ever created anew, nothing disappears, but everything transforms. This implies that every action, every event, every phenomena is the result of previous experiences; every effect has a cause and often it is difficult to separate cause from effect. We are all interconnected. This highlights the central point in the Buddhist mind that everything and everyone is inter-dependent. This law of causality is known as dependent arising.
To further the parallel with the Heart Sutra – a central teaching on the nature of Śūnyatā – I will add the following points:
Nothing is completely independent in that all things arise from a cause – it is said that things are empty, that is, empty of inherent existence, as there lacks an ultimate blueprint that dictates what this form is or is not. Things are empty of real existence because they are such only as the result of multiple causes and not by ultimate design.

So in reference to the practice referred to as free improvisation as we know it, it is a form of music making that took shape in reaction to cultural currents at a specific point in time. Needless to say that this has brought back into the mainstream the practice of spontaneous creation that had been pushed to the margins by the dominant trend in written, controlled forms, that led to the commodification of music, with focus on perfection of execution, reproducibility, recognisable and predictable popular elements, etc.
It is with a sense of irony that one may note that, although Derek Bailey coined the practice of free improvisation in the UK as a clear political positioning against established styles, he still developed a framework described by Dominic Lash (in Syntactics, 2006) using the problematic metaphor of language with its predictable patterns and structure where one’s musical personality is associated with the creation of a recognisable ‘vocabulary’.
Even when individuals break away from tradition, we are never too far from the impositions and demands of a culture ridden with conformism. In other words, no opposition can be so far out as to be in complete isolation; it has to be accepted and recognised by some for its ‘validation’, and, as stated above, is always grounded in and informed by existing knowledge or practices.

So, although free improvisation, by definition, should be free of any imposed style, formulaic technique or annexed to any time, culture, tradition or history, it is often informed by aesthetic choices and approaches identifiable in the players’ musical history and education.
There are very recognisable styles of playing and schools of thoughts that have developed over the years, which are associated with locality and points in time. For example, a minimalist approach and a great interest in noise abstraction and structures gives a specific flavour to improvisation that comes out of the London scene. Similarly, and around the same time, mainland Europe has more concerns with notions of silence, space and structures.
So how can it be that improvisation should take on predictable forms? Can we then still claim to be experimental, avant-garde and improvised, strictly speaking? Can we claim to improvise if we resort to a known vocabulary, a database of formulas that can be sequenced and altered slightly depending on context?
Well, it is obvious that there are different degrees to what is referred to as improvisation. It is evident that jazz improvisation (the spontaneous performance of solos within specific sets of rules) is not the same as the said free improvisation that has no pre-established rail to direct its narrative.
When talking about jazz, one has to take into account the importance of African music, where improvisation happens within the trance inducing repetition of specific rhythms. In classical Indian music, ragas have a strong connection to improvisation within frameworks where melody is constructed from strict segments – it is the rules around the combinations of notes and time divisions that give the very flavour to a raga.
In western, industrialised culture, it is important to understand at this point that throughout history, the notion of excellence, a commodified value that validates one’s musicianship and ability to perform has been strongly associated with one’s ability to develop a personal style. There is enormous pressure in developing one’s sound or voice. Of course, this has to be seen within a culture that is obsessed with individualism and ‘personality’. Of course, this fact goes against the Buddhist ideal of selflessness; ego tends to interfere with a communal act of creation based on communication and adaptability, central to free form playing. John Butcher’s article in Son du Grisly points at the times when this friction between style and freedom becomes problematic. In this article, he demonstrates the limits of said improvisation, when players are unable to shift from their recognisable, personal style.
Noticeably, most music schools, jazz in particular, put extreme importance on reproducing and mimicking the playing of known practitioners while at the same time advocating personal development. In practice, there is much pressure in playing standards in the commercial scene, and many stick to known territories when venues are desperate to get ‘bums of seats’.
In any case, if one understands the deep teachings on emptiness and causality, it is obvious that the material of choice and the way one practices informs what will eventually come out in performance. So what is often referred to as improvisation is, in many cases, a rendition of one’s focus of practice, that is, the creative output of influential figures, altered to fit one’s personal sound. Progress and change is always a slow process.
It must be pointed out that all the famous jazz players became famous for their individual styles, and due to their own original creations, not their rendition of classics, nor for the reproduction of someone else’s style…

From the present cultural perspective – there is an unspoken pressure to conform in order to be accepted, copy in order to progress, execute with perfection often at the detriment of creativity. No-one is born an improviser, it has to be re-learned. Due to current approaches to education, we all come from (or through) certain traditions, with specific styles, before having the required experience and technique to improvise. There is an assumption that one is not born but must become free. And i find this very problematic. There is something in the way we design a curriculum that subdues this original creative freedom, which eventually has to be re-learned.
Here also, dependent arising applies. In a culture where control, predictability etc. are central to the commodification of products, we have to re-train ourselves for the practice of improvisation, as if one has to free oneself from the norm, and go against the dominant trends where free-flow is not the desirable standard.

Of course, it is possible to become reasonably good at playing an instrument without exposure to a specific education. But I will argue that, in order to be really proficient and have enough vocabulary for varied and true improvisation, to have enough control of an instrument and fluidity so we are not limited to a certain range of playing techniques, it is very important to practice in the traditional way as well.
However, it is important to take into account the point put forward above, and practice in ways that invite creativity, and avoid formulaic exercises that will tie one’s playing down to predictable patterns.
I have found that in order to perform experimental sounds or approaches such as ‘extended techniques’, one has to practice traditionally, that is scales etc. across the whole range of the instrument, in order to develop the necessary skills and control. I do not particularly spend time practicing such extended techniques, but I know that in order to master ‘multiphonics’ on the saxophone, it is essential to develop an adequate embouchure and so on – and that is through the practice of scales and long tones across the range of the instrument, and more scales, and more scales and….
To finish on the topic of stylistic approaches, I will say that there are many styles of improvisers and we all have a certain background. Looking at the rich scene that has thrived in the city of Sheffield, the birthplace of improv in the north of England, I could see that musicians I played and performed with had retained a flavour (rather than a defined style) in their improvisations that were reminiscent of their musical culture.
Improvisers can come from all sorts of contexts: free jazz may be the most obvious, but also modern classical, folk, country and western even, or noise, rock, and electronic music. And as a matter of fact, like any other music genre, improv is merging with other avenues such as new music, contemporary classical, experimental electronics, field recordings, noise art. You name it. For me, it is all about communication, change, adaptability, which is why I do not buy into the premise of a personal identity/sound as point-of-sale.
But in the end, it is up to the individual musician to balance fairly their musical education and taste, the idiosyncratic sound they have developed (based on other players or not) and finally, what they feel is improvising within certain constraints, or completely freely.
So consequently, recognisable movements develop that seem to ‘stick’ to a particular approach or personal style. And improvisation then negotiates its freedom within such frameworks – where sound has replaced musical genre. For example there was a strong attraction in London for abstract minimalism so much so that anyone playing a ‘note’ would be looked down upon. I feel that this is where style becomes a limitation, and is counter-productive. However, this is down to the behaviour of individual players or groups, and is not a feature of improv per se. Fortunately, such fashions or schools come and go. Styles do not define improvisation because it is not a style, but rather, for me it is an approach to creating music, regardless of the aesthetic chosen, if any.
To quote a master in a totally different discipline:
« At best, styles are merely parts dissected from the unitary whole. All styles require adjustment, partiality, denials, condemnation and a lot of self-justification. The solutions they purport to provide are the very cause of the problem, because they limit and interfere with our natural growth and obstruct the way to genuine understanding. Divisive by nature, styles keep men apart from each other rather than unite them.»
Bruce Lee
So once again, I feel the need to draw parallels with the early references I made. We have seen the importance of history, theory and technique. And we have seen that the creative act of improvising is dependent on all or some of these factors. However, some people do improvise without exposure to theory. Others deny technique and do their own ‘thing’, thanks to the liberating punk attitude of the late 70’s.
Styles change, merge and pass away.

So if we look into detail and examine with a microscope, what is improvising? Is it defined by history alone? No. Is it just theory? No. Technique? No.
Music, and improvising are not just theory. Theory is a framework. Music is not just notes on a score. It is not a formula. And it is not just a language. How many people can speak simultaneously and still understand each other.
It is striking how similar this line of questioning deliberately follows the Buddhist analysis of what is self. Self is not the mind, it is not the senses, it is not just our emotions, etc…
And through the close study of the very deep, detailed, and complex text that is the heart sutra, one has to come to the conclusion that the self (and by the same token, that style in improvisation) does not exist.
The self is therefore said to be empty of itself, and can only be understood to be the observable result of complex streams of causes and effects.
So improvisation, as a style, does not ultimately exist. It is the product of an unruly history of practices and traditions that logically lead to the present state of affairs. Right.

In spite of many attempts to justify ruthless consumerist cultures, the arts are often considered unessential. And yet, all remains that are found to belong to ancient cultures are tools (for hunting and preparing food) and art objects – i would include cave paintings, bone flutes and jewellery. This essential part of our culture, of our survival, of our psychological, emotional, and spiritual evolution has been with us at all times. Art does not require justification, and especially not on financial ground. And if we need to re-learn the art of improvisation, the taxonomy and writing of music that led to commodification is comparatively a recent development.

To further the comparison between the practice of improvisation and meditation, let’s introduce the idea that ‘deep listening’ is absolutely central in that it offers a gateway for complete immersion into sound and allow oneself to be part the vibe, or soundscape that is spontaneously created. This way a group becomes one mind.
Secondly, I will say that empathy is absolutely essential in the practice of improvisation and this goes much further and deeper than the absolutely essential listening skill required in the practice of musical improvisation. Compassion is the utmost state for a true Buddhist practitioner, just as the empathy of ‘deep listening’ should inform all musical communication. As we have seen, it is when people stick to their individual sound (ego-clinging) and compromise communication that improvisation does not work.

I would like to share with you my personal experience of improvisation. One that, I would argue, is not shaped by theory and tradition. One that is free to dare play notes when others think improv should only be ‘structural’ abstract sound. One that has to be loosely, from a distance, supported by skills developed from traditional practice but… improvisation that has to completely let go of such frameworks, that has to let go of all expectations and peer pressures, that has let go of a need to please, even the need to achieve. Only then can you be completely free. The only limitation would therefore have to be structural to whatever instrument you play, and to what abilities you have integrated.
Improvisation, in this, is like meditation. And through improvisation, I have, personally and undoubtedly experienced moments of deep spirituality, both alone or shared with other skilled musicians.
There are references to this is various contexts, although the subject is very rarely talked about. In jazz, some talk about ‘the zone’ or ‘when the music is good’ and those moments are regarded as special. Steve Coleman, of all the jazz cats I know, seem to incorporate ‘the zone’ into his creative process and there are a few references to this in interviews on his Mbase site. But, his music is so complex, it has to be written. It is clear then, that improvisation ‘in the zone’ is used to generate material, which Steve then integrates into written parts. In order to read music from the page (or from memory), to follow complex structures, a certain level of cognition has to take place.
And it is evidently a matter of physics that so much energy is available at any given point, but also, certain approaches require specific mind states that may be incompatible: The more cognitive engagement is required, the less one is able to access the creativity of deep meditative states.
Coleman seems to strike a very interesting balance between the two, even stating in a recent interview about the performance of complex structures written for large ensembles, that spontaneous creation still has a large part in the performance of complex music. But evidently, he insists that much ‘preparation’ is required. “Spontaneous has a method, has a way”.

People’s experience and interpretation of the zone varies immensely. There is a tradition, very close to my heart, that takes this much deeper. In traditional shakuhachi playing, Buddhist monks used the bamboo flute as a tool for meditation, more so than for making music. There is a wonderful article about this by master Kiku Day (see biblio) where she underlines the importance of letting go.
There are also writings that coined the term ‘flow’ by Mihály Csíkszentmihályi that may be of interest in relation to spontaneous creativity. However, i feel that this term has been associated with commercial, business endeavours, where using the flow is a means to an end. This loses touch with the whole purpose, and the integrity required for meditation; and the notion of flow becomes artefact, superficial commodification of spirituality.

So it seems that musical traditions and improvising on the one hand, and spiritual practices (that involve a scientific approach to meditation) on the other, are always kept separate whereas I feel that both coexist in reality on a level very few people consider, mostly because we tend to remain bound by the boundaries of specific practices. There are a few examples in western culture and jazz, but generally spirituality is always a bit of a taboo in the art world.
So I would say that it is important we explore and study further the creative potential of meditative states, or mindful playing in the performance of music. It is an essential factor (even if the practitioner is unaware of what is really happening in the process of improvising) that needs research and practice, just as much as developing playing technique does. And what i hope this article will inspire is an enquiry into the relevance of all other aspects involved in spiritual practice, and not just mindfulness. Letting go, empathy etc, are all just as important, in my view. I find that this benefits the creative act, the quality of a performance, and the deep connection created with audience and performance space.

In a very personal, solo project called ‘sounding out’, I have been, over the years, recording improvisations in a number of outdoor sites – that is outside of the studio’s controlled environment.
The principle was at first to improvise with natural acoustics, interact with the sonic environment, and then developed into something much more – that is hard to describe with words. Just like true spirituality cannot be defined, it can only be hinted at with guidelines so the practitioner finds their own path. This is purely because meditation is a state that resides entirely outside the realm of intellectual analysis, outside language, outside the Imaginary or the Symbolic. It is pure experience, valid cognition in direct contact with what Lacan calls the Real.
This can only be achieved when a number of circumstances converge so that no distraction, emotional context, external pressures etc. take away the necessary complete focus and balance. Gradually, the mind clears, just like sediments settle and murky water becomes translucent. It takes time and discipline, just like the practice of music.

There have been very special places, with outstanding acoustics, but mostly with a certain quality of energy, that take me there. In such places, surrounded in the powerful atmosphere, from sounding out the first note, suddenly, i am suspended in the vibe, the resonance, the vibrations that hover and fill the space. Boundless, weightless spaciousness. Out of the deep connection, communication, and empathy required to improvise, blissfulness arises.
All is sound, all is vibrations. All is empty. Emptiness is form, form is emptiness. And the only reality feels like compassion because compassion is the very nature of life and creativity.
The space where I play expresses itself and vibrates the ‘soul’. Music plays itself. Narratives form and follow their own paths. There is no style in improvisation because form is empty. Even the idea of style becomes irrelevant. No desire. Vibrations arise and interact. Music is communication. This is the natural order of things. It is pure physics.

Sounding out is not improvisation on acoustics or birdsong. It is letting the rock and the walls of sacred sites sing through my instrument. It is the music of that place, at that moment. It is meditation on the now. It is being the now, being the place. It is telling its story, not mine.

To truly improvise, in the purist sense, one has to be a skilled musician, but also an experienced meditator.
You have to be willing to let go. You have to listen.
You have to let the music flow.
You have to let the instrument play itself.
You have to let go of ego, and accept to merely channel the music of the moment and of the place. Only then you have true communication and unity, harmony.

All the theory and the practice that we are so attached to are, in the end, just there in the hope that you are good enough a musician to be able to keep up with what’s going on. All those years of practice are summed up right there. It is the only preparation, the only net not to fall flat on your face and try to keep up with the flow.
Control, security, certainty, performing excellency and predictability are all illusions that form the ground for commercial, commodified entertainment. It is not life, it is not music and it is certainly not improvisation. Art is taking risks. And this requires complete focus and understanding (balance, rather than control). Ride the wave my friends, surf the flow of life. Enjoy the journey cos there is no good, no bad, theory, no expectation, style or anything to burden your mind with.
Only a peaceful clear mind can be completely and truly creative. The energy that is transmitted is what creates enjoyment in the listener.
Improvisation, like compassion, is life.
Be happy my friends. Meditate. Ride the wave.

Peace.

 

 

Hervé Perez

28 august 2015

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bibliography

 

Butcher, John. le son du grisli: hors-serie no.9 – 40 page illustrated A to Z. 2012

 

Csíkszentmihályi, Mihály. Flow: The Psychology of Optimal Experience. New York: HarperCollins Publishers, 1990

 

Coleman, Steve. http://members.m-base.net/

 

Day, Kiku. Mindful playing, mindful practice: The shakuhachi as a modern meditation tool. 2014

http://www.kikuday.com/

 

Hancock, Herbie. Harvard lecture series

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EPFXC3q1tTg&list=PLFT-q6IUNLEEIdVFXylP8q41axib6ycOn

 

 

Heart Sutra. Traditional Buddhist scriptures. Many publications and comments also avail. online from reliable Buddhist sites such as

http://fpmt.org/

See the 3-days lectures by HH the Dalai Lama

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tRJ2WFcHPcA

and

Chandrakirti. Introduction to the Middle Way. Boston and London: Shambala publications, 2004.

 

Lacan, Jacques. The Real, the Imaginary and the Symbolic.

In

The Seminar of Jacques Lacan, Book I: Freud’s Papers on Technique (ed. J-A Miller), N.Y.: Norton, 1988

 

Lash, Dominic. Syntactics, 2006

http://forceofcircumstance.blogspot.co.uk/2015/09/derek-bailey-syntactics.html

 

Lee, Bruce. The Tao of Jeet Kune Do. Ohara Publications, 1975

 

Oliveiros, Pauline. Deep listening institute workshops.

http://deeplistening.org/site/

 

Sounding Out.

https://nexttimestudio.wordpress.com/category/music/sounding-out/

https://soundcloud.com/herveperez

 

 





Four movements

7 04 2011

 

i.

senses awakened

like flowers the touch of silk

on her naked nape

 

ii.

inside the cool spire

sheltered from the sun, i find

seven lost flowers

 

iii.

As rain drops drum sounds

the pavement cries for mercy

birdsong melody

 

iv.

blue ice hangs like fruits

and crackly sound from afoot

landscape drawn with chalk





Le terrorisme culturel est-il toujours de rigueur?

20 03 2011

 

« At best, styles are merely parts dissected from the unitary whole. All styles require adjustment, partiality, denials, condemnation and a lot of self-justification. The solutions they purport to provide are the very cause of the problem, because they limit and interfere with our natural growth and obstruct the way to genuine understanding. Divisive by nature, styles keep men apart from each other rather than unite them.»

Bruce Lee

La question se fait nécessité alors que la dérive culturelle postulée par Walter Benjamin menace de s’échouer contre une académie d’un popularisme absolu (un popularisme de la connaissance et de la technologie qui permet d’appréhender la sécurité d’une production dont l’existence est justifiée par la consommation systématique d’objets fixés dans la culture selon les schémas méthodiques de l’industrie du divertissement). Le monopole de production en masse n’est ainsi pas forcé sur l’individu mais au contraire insinué dans les schémas de comportement, par défaut.[1]

Face aux formules fixes et absolues qui ont pour fin d’éviter quelque risque ou doute qui puisse menacer la production, la création libre a peu d’espace ou d’opportunités de capter, voire garder l’attention d’un public fragilisé, devenu dépendant d’une facilité de l’échange dont l’épitomie est la télévision: omniprésence, accès facile et instantané nourrissent le besoin de plaisirs immédiats – in media. Le coût réel des instances du service-tout-compris est obscurci par l’acceptance de la multiplication de non-évènements (la douloureuse ne sévit qu’une fois l’an, souvent assumée par la carte de crédit, prélèvement automatique et maintenant, la somme se fond dans le coût de l’immobilier – toute maison se doit d’avoir une tv – pourquoi sortir ?). Aucun effort physique, intellectuel ou émotionnel n’est requis. Volonté et concentration sont victimes de divertissement, transférés vers une immobilité diffuse dans le temps. Le besoin de silence résonne d’échos télévisés de vide, un temps mort qui multiplie l’absence d’esprit.

Cette description d’un état culturel assiégé de complaisance est bien péssimisée quand on considère les options laissées aux artistes [et j’entends par là, non pas les techniciens créateurs d’une industrie de la surproduction technologique, non pas les interprètes d’un corps de métier simplifié et formalisé – de la star académie au conservatisme académique]. Les symptômes évoqués par Walter Benjamin obscurcissent la ligne de flottaison entre recherche et renforcement comportemental. Mais ces artistes, participants créatifs a une communication, intègres d’échanges réels sont eux aussi frappés d’appauvrisme culturel, du manque de sens qui marque le post post-modernisme, et ainsi sont limités a une prise de position.

Le manque de signification qui stigmatise l’art contemporain est dû a un refus de voir une œuvre comme commentaire, comme métalangage sur la fonction de l’art car, quand l’œuvre n’est considérée que comme expérience pure dans sa simplification, le contexte – son placement dans le temps et dans l’espace – n’est qu’accessoire puisque variable. On voit bien que la validité d’un travail ne se considère que par son mode de consommation, car l’œuvre, contrairement au contexte, contrairement à la relation au moment, la relation d’échange, peut bien être commodifiée, objet de commodité, assujettie a une appropriation propice. On voit actuellement les effets dont je parle ici : c’est un positionnement polarisé nécessaire face à une impossibilité de travailler, c’est-à-dire de fonctionner, d’évoluer, par exemple, en tant qu’improvisateur : manque de lieux, manque de fonds, d’un public déjà aseptisé. Et si c’est l’aspect fiscal qui prime dans les discours, le contrôle outre financier s’effectue de façon bien précise et systématique sur le contenu, sur la production d’une signification réduite à la validité d’un produit technologique.

Ainsi, la multiplication de semblants artistiques, une répétition étirée dans le temps, donne l’illusion de cohérence. Cette cohérence n’est bien sûr que faux-semblant puisqu’elle sécurise le développement, de façon ironique, dans la fixité. La position de l’artiste qui en réponse va favoriser l’instant, le spontané, le changement, est stigmatisée de résistance, c’est à dire de terrorisme. Dénué de l’effet WOW, la fascination pour la technologie (ce qui remplace le zèle de technique), le travail de l’artiste aura du mal a revisiter l’éthique du ‘techno tou biou’, maintenant déplacée, dépassée par un progrès hâtif.

Le langage, propice et actuel, relate l’action des média, dirigée par les élans politiques dont le désir de contrôle est rendu public. Cette dernière, relation politique, inclut industriels et financiers qui systématiquement déforment, déconstruisent et désincarnent les actes de résistance sociale et culturelle afin de les aliéner de la pensée commune. Diviser pour mieux régner, le modèle militaire est bel et bien actif puisqu’il multiplie les manifestations du travail de l’ego – fragmentation, transfert, refoulement – sur tous les plans de l’existence.

D’une position d’affaiblissement, les actes de résistance se doivent d’être courageux, clairsemés et succincts, ciblés. Mais afin d’être efficaces, les actes d’ouverture doivent éviter la menace du doute, de l’insécurité, cette peur de l’inconnu inspirée par un refus d’approfondir, d’appréhender la signification : éviter à tout prix le stigmate de l’agression, de l’invasion de l’intimité, de l’exploitation émotionnelle qui seront instinctivement refoulés puisqu’ils font écho à la structure de l’ego et à celle du capitalisme. En suivant cette avenue, l’artiste du futur se trouve dans l’impasse de l’expression sanatisée, de la communication à l’abri des émotions, dépourvue de sens, de l’échange à l’abris d’écrans géants. Si les fréquences officielles croissent (le La de concert se resserre vers les 442Hz) ainsi augmentant les intervalles, les distances qui séparent les individus, les familles, les cœurs, servent bien l’age de la communication virtuelle. Peut-être voit-on là une dérive naturelle vers l’entropie, ou, comme Freud, une atrophie des fonctions vitales, l’instinct de mort d’un système malade – unisson dans la fugue.

À ces difficultés auxquelles l’improvisation se heurte s’ajoute un problème qui touche tout le monde de l’art. Tout d’abord, on le ressent dans le transfert des structures et des placements de fonds dédiés à l’art et la culture. Le pouvoir de décision des gouvernements locaux est globalisé d’une part, ce qui rend l’accès plus difficile pour l’individu et favorise les schémas de ‘corporations’ où l’individu se fond. D’autre part, le passage de multiples sources à une source nationale s’accompagne d’un amoindrissement prévisible du montant global disponible. De plus, un transfert latéral s’effectue en délégant le pouvoir de contrôle de la création artistique vers des industries multiples (des go-between qui se sucrent au passage et décident des critères de choix) outre celles de l’art et du divertissement  qui ne peuvent plus assumer leur enjeu: c’est maintenant l’art au service de la science, l’art qui justifie les plateformes de la communication moderne, art-objet publicitaire, assujetti aux plans financiers de corporations (voir Beyond oil: the oil curse and solutions for an oil-free future.pdf (pp. 20-3) from: http://www.carbonweb.org/index.asp

see also: http://www.platformlondon.org/).

C’est à dire que les subventions disponibles aux artistes sont soit de l’ordre privé et donc assujetties à des intérêts ‘justifiés’ qui contrôlent mode de production et objet final, soit ces subventions restent publiques (mais fortement amoindries) et d’autant plus ciblées… et ne sont accessibles qu’aux institutionnels. Comme dans le commerce, les petites et moyennes entreprises disparaissent dans une dérive vers la médiocrité alors que les décisions et choix qui tracent le chemin de la culture ne sont plus d’ordre moral ou esthétique mais purement financier.

Et bien sûr, historiquement, le développement des technologies du divertissement, ainsi que celles de la science et de l’industrie joue un rôle de feedback très positif pour la recherche militaire. Art comme justification à la guerre, à la production hystérique qui réduit la notion de sens, de contenu d’un travail à sa relation au format choisi (ou l’art n’est qu’un pré-texte), au contexte de la diffusion. Les exemples sont multiples, le compositeur contemporain ne trouvera qu’encouragements dans le développement de ‘patchs’ ou autres effets d’interfaces académiques, dans l’exploitation des plateformes de communication comme l’Internet ou les téléphones portables, l’exploration de technologies de diffusion, etc.… toutes dépendantes d’une commodité. Des compagnies de téléphone qui subventionnent les vidéastes du contenu d’une minute, le format pop est aussi ‘in’, et c’est son règne qui domine. C’est aussi celui de l’invitation systématique à la consommation, à la réduction du sens, des sens, dans la satisfaction immédiate.

L’ensemble de ces schémas trace le contour d’une culture de l’entreprise commerciale, seul point nodal entre société et communauté, et donc gérant la nature de toute corrélation entre les deux. Ce qui nous mène très rapidement vers une systémisation de la communauté en tant qu’organisme ; un univers rigide informant toute pratique, où toutes relations sociales sont appréhendées comme au sein d’une entreprise, par le biais de financement, d’appropriation, de bénéfice ludique. On observe, en effet, comme les individus adoptent un comportement similaires aux corporations, une officialité qui valide et justifie l’être.

La boucle du langage, ordre de la symbolique par excellence, est bouclée alors que toute communication linguistique (outil né du commerce) sera marquée du sceau de l’échange intéressé. Dans un contexte d’une telle toxicité, on peut envisager que par extension, toute communication sera réduite au pseudo échange, au financement d’intérêts émotionnels, personnels. On ne peut échapper au travail de l’ego… puisque le refoulé revient au galop.

La réduction formulaique touche aussi la réalité des projets subventionnés qui de façon aussi systématique s’embourbent dans les marécages de la bureaucratie, dépensent plus dans la justification et le compte-rendu qu’ils ne passent dans le développement ou la production et souffrent toujours du petit mal de la date limite. C’est ici que se ressent le manque d’attention pour le développement du travail mais aussi de l’artiste qui devient simple producteur à la demande, exploitant d’art, artisan exploité.

Dans un tel consensus, faut-il opérer systématiquement en dehors et a l’encontre des structures établies, officielles  afin de pouvoir être efficace et productif dans son travail? Foucault préconiserait une réflexion sur ce qui est nécessaire, sur l’économie.[2] Mais sa recherche met aussi la lumière sur les relations de pouvoir à la formatisation, normalisation et sur les principes qui gèrent les établissements qui multiplient les instances de fragmentation, de transfert, donc du refoulement de l’expression libre, de l’activité fluide et créative. Il n’est donc pas étonnant de voir la création reléguée en ligue du superflu, et divertie de son cours.

À l’age de la communication, l’échange réel se fait rare, au détriment de la politique langagière de la finance. Dans Les mots et les choses, Foucault nomme le même phénomène qu’a observé Schaeffer dans The Soundscape; la codification limite toute communication (linguistique ou musicale) l’appauvris dans la pratique et l’habitude jusqu’à la perte de reconnaissance (manque de mémoire-association pleine-riche), la perte de connaissance, c’est-à-dire de la relation au sens, à la cohésion qui reste cachée, bannie derrière la simplification arbitraire du signe. Monopole des schémas dysfonctionnels, ralentissement et perte de temps et d’énergie passée dans la résistance aux blocages ; la similitude à l’état de névrose est frappante. Et nous ne pouvons nous retenir d’évoquer ici la notion d’inconscient collectif, considérée maintenant alors que l’on observe les actes sociaux ainsi que les relations organiques dans leur équivalence.

Le collectif, la société comme système actif, vivant et donc soumis aux modulations du changement qu’elle tente de contrôler en réprimant toute instance d’ouverture, de potentiel créatif pour favoriser la répétition, la fixité, la sécurité, ou tout autre méthode qui mène au blocage, acte ultime de contrôle. Le ça-voir est absolu dans le monde visuel de la fuite et du trompe-l’oeil. Les métaphores de l’ordre symbolique se multiplient, se renforcent, se synchronisent, et résonnent à l’unisson.

Il semble même que quelle que soit l’intention d’un organisme, d’une association, son statut officiel l’assujetti aux règles de fonctionnement imposées, la rend dépendante des structures mères, des pratiques pré-établies. Implications et frais multiples associés au ‘bon fonctionnement’ (on ne va pas questionner l’absolu…) sont une fois de plus portées par l’artiste consommateur de biens et services, et plié au bon vouloir d’organisateurs ou autre point nodal du réseau de financement de la culture.

La question n’est pas, faut-il participer ? Car chacun devra décider de la validité de ses actions en considérant le contexte et en observant (ou pas) les bons conseils du père Foucault, par soucis d’efficacité. Ce qui me fascine ici est le phénomène de renforcement disharmonique, fruit des années perdues, de la fascination dans l’horreur qui a marqué les années 80 – années décisives dans la division des cellules sociales, des individus. Un renforcement du réel dans l’acceptance et la répétition de contrats de travail immobilisant l’élan artistique dans des actes déterminés, appauvris par l’effet Benjamin a l’ère de la reproduction mécanique de formules fixes.

J’invite donc le lecteur a une réflexion  sur les phénomènes bien connus, en musique comme en physique, de résonance (sympathique), d’entraînement, de renforcement, de feedback positif ou négatif, en relation au comportement, aux effets de notre participation a l’action des corporations, etc. C’est-à-dire de considérer chaque instance, chaque acte signifiant et formateur au sein de systèmes de champs vibratoires hiérarchisés. Trop souvent les pulsations les plus prononcées, les plus présentes l’emportent, entraînant les plus faibles vers une standardisation, une fixité dans la formulation, au détriment de la formation de savoir, d’expériences. Libérée de l’enclos chromatique, la recherche musicale peut-elle être libre ?

19 Jul 2010

Bibliographie:

Benjamin, Walter. The Work of Art in the Age of the Mechanical Reproduction. 1935

Chanan, Michael. Repeated Takes: A Short History of Recording and its Effects on Music. Verso: London, 1995

Foucault, Michel. Les Mots et les Choses. Gallimard : Paris, 1966.

Foucault, Michel. What Is Enlightenment?.

http://foucault.info/documents/whatIsEnlightenment/foucault.whatIsEnlightenment.en.html

in:

Rabinow, Paul. The Foucault Reader. New York: Pantheon Books, 1984

the Repressive Hypothesis in:

Foucault, Michel. Histoire de la sexualité. Gallimard : Paris, 1994

Lacan, Jacques. Le stade du miroir. 1949

http://pagesperso-orange.fr/espace.freud/topos/psycha/psysem/miroir.htm

see also:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jacques_Lacan

Schafer, R. Murray. The Soundscape: Our Sonic Environment and The tuning of the World. Destiny Books: Rochester, 1977

Moore, Wes. Television: Opiate of the Masses. http://old.disinfo.com/archive/pages/article/id1149/pg2/index.html

Beyond oil: the oil curse and solutions for an oil-free future.pdf (pp. 20-3)

http://www.platformlondon.org/

http://www.carbonweb.org/index.asp

Lee, Bruce. The Tao of Jeet Kune Do. Ohara Publications, 1975

Jung, CG. Collected Works of C. G. Jung, Vol.9, 1ère partie, 2nd ed., Princeton University Press, 1968

Freud, Sigmund. L’interprétation des rêves. PUF, Édition de 1900


[1] “[…] it did not set a barrier, it provided places for maximal saturation” Foucault, the Repressive Hypothesis.

[2] We must try to proceed with the analysis of ourselves as beings who are historically determined, to a certain extent, by the Enlightenment. Such an analysis implies a series of historical inquiries that are as precise as possible; and these inquiries will not be oriented retrospectively toward the “essential kernel of rationality” that can be found in the Enlightenment and that would have to be preserved in any event; they will be oriented toward the “contemporary limits of the necessary,” that is, toward what is not or is no longer indispensable for the constitution of ourselves as autonomous subjects. MICHEL FOUCAULT in What Is Enlightenment?

(http://foucault.info/documents/whatIsEnlightenment/foucault.whatIsEnlightenment.en.html)





Schizomorphic song

20 03 2011

 

 

she’s a dream, she’s a nightmare,

she’s a beam, in the night’s stare,

she’s the sun, the dark side of the moon,

she’s on the run, frustrating fleeting boon.

 

she’s the sea, and the hidden cave,

she’s the tree, the unspoken stave,

the stealthy wolf, by the blood river’s bank,

a never ending gulf, she’s an abysmal pang.

 

she stepped in my way, god got mixed in the strings,

stood me on stage one day, she was put in the wings,

to fly once again, retire to her land,

of milk, honey and pain, she’s alone as she’d planned.

 

she’s the brick, in my pane,

she’s the ice, and the cooling frame,

she’s a trick, she’s insane,

she’s a ghost, in my open grave,

she’s a lure, an eternal game,

a flying star, an escape in vain.

 

she’s Phaedra’s Isle, and Eden’s hair,

she’s Medusa’s smile, and the Siren’s stare,

she’s heavenly sent, and a call to Hell,

she’s my only repent, and my tolling bell.





Clio

20 03 2011

vast cleavage in a glorious landscape

the mount resounds

in renowned chants

like traces of time

she harps on stringent calls

stricken into motion

the chords of souls

relieved from the cave and

slowly up the slope

singing along from memory

with a tremor like

tetra lines

expanding corners

opening the shape

like tentacles

in sinusoid stand

reaching and arching

for unknown pleasures

in the acrid breeze

the voices repeat,

walk with acumen

to a sleep long forgotten.





Leda

20 03 2011

gritty smile rides a

high pitched kiss and

frenzied lips like

wavery hands

drapes the rack,

she hangs on low

to a box beat – to a heart

teased

her pinched phrases

are relative relationships

between absent boundaries

insistent instances

of scratched skins scattered in

scathed landscape

plastering holes in a wall of sound

the snow covers her

pulse

slowly reaching

bodies bound in

shape and form

the textured speech of a

binary torture

swirls

pearly shine

strident

confident

solitary soul

in a pout of blue





Terpsichore

20 03 2011

the body moves around

the sound

curves and surrounds

curbs the frantic drive

the core chords

based on space

limbs shift

lift an airtight tone

like casimodo’s hands

fallen for the grace

of a ten steel string,

the wind buzzes on brass

blows and puffs across the surface

clouds are static

where is the wind?

where is the mouth of its lungs?

apply lips to reed

tickle the tongue

how can it make love

to the tubular

shape

and

move the surface of the ocean?

waves synchronise

curl in chronic rocking

cross their rhythms

clashing and breaking rolls

splatter on the shore

a nervous fret

when the storm has passed

the shoulder blades raised

sharp

neck extended

the body, resounding

heaves. the palm

hits a heartbeat

scratched strings

the sting of high

harmonics

a fish wriggles

twitch in the eye

wet sand

soprano





VIBRATION VARIABLE

20 03 2011

1/

I woke up this morning,

As you do. I woke up

This morning. I Opened

My eyes – after a while.

Living organism. Cells alive –

Awaking. I woke up

This morning. Pain. Bad feeling.

Wrong vibration.

Electrical energy

Pulse in the brain. Negative file

Thoughts travelling. Fuzzy

Data. Exchange; current

Running. Fuzz. Fuzz. Fuzz. Wave

Wave, bigger and bigger –

Faster. Fuzzy waves go

Slash, slash, lashing across

The tissues – 30 kHz

In staccato streaks

Djangy chunks cross cut networks

Phasing away. Out of

Control. Chemicals jump

From cell to cell. Patterns

Of radiation. Slice,

Slice, slice. Spliced thoughts

Electrical signals

Body moves on, shake

Cross section slash

Electrode attack

On receptors – 25 kHz

Ultrasonic dream djang

Djang djang strumming nerves

Like steel – strings electric

Vibration 20 kHz shriek

And decibels till my

Brains bleed. Storation

This morning I woke up

Describing a lesion

Cortex cross-section

Of the left. A zigzag

Swing bundles of fibres

Shake. Chip. Chip. Chip neurones

Shooting lines.

From horizon, to horizon.

Parietal lobe

Electrical probe.

There is activity. Fussy fuzz

Strips across the threshold

Excitatory regions

Axons cross the sky line

And time flashing past, I

Woke up this morning

Happy

To live.

 

2/

Take a walk. Direction

The street. Follow the lines

Stone. Crack. Stone. Crack. Steps

Into the centre. Cracked

Stone. Miss the line. Steps to

Nothing. Along the shops,

I step into a book

Walk around. Follow the shelves

Choice of covers. Language,

Linguistics, poetry, fiction, art,

Gender, gardens and sociology

Politics,

Correct psychology

Make up 18 kHz

Ear pricked, criteria:

Cover, colour, size,

Thickness. Touch the pages

Fit the shelves. Hard cover

To write on art. Funny

One this – philosophy

Outside, the sky stretches

From cover to cover

Follow the plot. If you

Need assistance ask a member of staff…………………………………………………………………………..

Stacks of paperbacks and

Hard-core covers facing

Out. Newly published in

Your hand. That’s good. 10 kHz,

Good size on the shelf. That’s

It – I take, he thought. Check

Out the price. Pay the till.

Slight tilt of the head

I woke up thinking this

Morning I bought a book

And a pen to write on

A pack of cards in my

Pocket. Scraps stashed away

I pick the king of Spades

Sit on a bench: poor choice of grass

Watch the action of town

Lines of cars zooming past

Zigzag workers, fussy customers,

Streaky carriers, paper boxes,

Cross-section of the street,

With green lights, white zebras.

Exchange at the corner

A busker jabs at a

Clangy guitar

Stripes of sound wafting past

Like the waves of the sea.

 

3/

This morning

I woke up in a sea

Of sound. Electrical

Discharges

From cell to cell

Strong surrealism

Phase fading out. Falls out

Recurring phrase. Pattern

Of speech. Expressionism.

A book with hard corners

By 5 kHz I

Entered the mid-tones of

A heart of gold with hints

Of shades of grey

Scale.

Fishing coins in my pocket

Thank the lady and read the cards

The cover is blue and hard

Bad omen, the king criss-crossed

A section of words. Severed trunk

Next paragraph on, notes pop

Splashes of softly spoken lines

Repeated thoughts. Enacted turn

Of phrases.

Softly singing seashells crashed against the shore

Sinking in ozone shields, my arms outstretched

Palms open to the ceiling

With a 3.600 Hz

Dream, I yawned a welcome

To the day. Cool it down

I said, fallen from the bed

I awoke, words crossed. Streaked carpet

A ragged rug on the floor.

Slowly sinking pretzel flowers splashed upon the floor

Singing in azure layers, the rug welcomed

My awakening. Eyes open wide

Page thirty 6, I cracked

My paperback. Hard lesion

Of the spine. Lines stretched across the grey

Sky outside

The cell.

Streaking cumulus a-

Cross a compact sky. Birds

That never sleep. Sustaining spell of

Apathy finally

Shunned, withdrawing symptoms,

Its withered waves from the morning sun

I woke up

It was morning.

As my brains came into gear, a great

Bulk of thoughts rasped a rapid rap

Zapped a few cells.

Circuit integrated

800 Hz in the price

Bar code across the sky

The city buzzes a

Thousand self same cells with

Fussy colours. Black bins

With gaudy mouths choke on

Chocolate boxes and

Burned buns

A mote of syrupy

Marmite on my lips, I

Look outside the kitchen

Window and shelve old thoughts

Files full of fluffy cushions remove

Marmite with a lick – a

Remote twitch in the eye

Of the morning. Page 73,

I pause to reposition my legs

Switch to the 530 Hz

Cycle. Probable cross-

Reference along the

Line of scattered sinusoidal

Scale. 390 Hz scratching

My skull with rusty fingers. The smell

Of iron in the cells

Locking position

The house of sleep.

 

4/

Trees were high with flaky

Leaves as I reached the street

Of non-existence.

Clouds and fluffy files flee

Move in puddles across

The hard covered texture

Of the carpet.

Maybe the sun will come

Out. Maybe the cells will

Stop to shake

Maybe the noise come down

To 60 Hz, partial

Subsound throb

The cards are all deranged –

No control, the future

Lies naked on the page

By the morning, the book

Emerged from beneath heavy sheets

Of King-size contemplation. Waves in

Hz hurtle a meter

Deeper cycles of sleep

Inside vibrations hurt

45 Hz and overcrowded

Cells in the centre’s maze:

A lost city. And its

Last children thrown in

Surge the square,

Flood the surgical solace with smiles

On their backs

Radiation of happiness

Pockets full of notes to

Keep the senses off work

Prescribing prozac like

Hot cakes

They supply

Periods of dream blankness

They must sustain the state

Distended, diluted

In the long waves of sleep

Force the depth

Oneiric cycles.

The crest furls at 27 Hz

Rumbles low in the loins

Proper Ride over Zion’s

Analgesic Children

When the dawning sun

Urges the sealed lids

To open, time for dreams

Is crammed in the small hours

Of morning. My brains

In a panic presses

Piles of nightmarish nymphs

And latent plots

To the drifting sleeper

I cringe at the loss of sound

Surrounding and inside

I surrender and dissolve in the mass

A lower flow forms a life of its own

At 20

The dream is now passed on

From head to head

Citizens united

In cells by the illusion

Caress the slender curves

With careless hands

The longer, the softer

The core energy once

Pared away of its cover

The last 7 Hz

Subtle drop

fundamental shake

Shake, shake.

Destruction of the cells.

Explosion.





too late

20 03 2011

it’s getting late sleepy eyes

black days overshadow our lies

walls of faces collapse

grey streets fall on its front

you’re turning fake dreamy eyes

your face tells too many different story lines

no one tells what’s right from wrong

just from the taste of words

just from the waste of sound

 

the weather is changing in your heart

the tether is gripping a lil tight

and all that you can grope

along this slippery slope

and all that you attach

to give you weight

only adds up to the fall

 

 

hervé perez, december 2009