since my project is in a way, already networked, in the contemporary sense of the word, (it is commercially distributable over the internet, it is open source, it is a user personalized experience, they can upload their recordings of the experience to a central database, chat in forums, etc, developers can download my code, and there is an open source application that can be downloaded in order to DJ, over a network, with the patch), I decided to “network” my project by broadcasting it over a radio network. It is a two way network, so direct communication can happen in real time, but it is localized to the range of transmission of my radios (40 feet radius in NY), and it helps to have line of sight to make the experience fuller
enjoy sound art from the comfort of your own home.
I went to one of my favorite places in New York, on a very cold January afternoon (with good company). Armed with a Panasonic tape recorder with a tape inside untouched since the early nineties, “Chrome”, by Catherine Wheel. I had, of course neglected to get equipment on time from the er, but the abandoned medium fit the abandoned space.
There were ducks and geese flying low in flocks, grazing the frigid water, paddling about in makeshift lagoons that cropped up inside hulls of rusted out barges. There were cinderblocks overgrown with muscles, a contaminated park nearby, closed off to humans. If Tarkovsky lived in South Brooklyn, he would have had a cow.
Hmm, that’s the second reference I make to him in this class. Odd.
Here are the words:
carcasses, shelled hulls, graveyard of muscles
seared wings, touched water
skimmed ice, we are walking on thin ice
danger, contaminated grounds
close your mouth, close your eyes
I can’t say I’m not surprised
there is a sanctuary here