radio aporee ::: open - 48 stunden neukölln ::: flickering wastelands III
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Klangspuren aus der bewohnten Welt und angrenzender Gebiete: akustische Expeditionen zu ausgewählten Orten, begleitet von stündlichen Live-Interventionen internationaler Künstler.
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sound tracks of the inhabited world and contiguous regions: sonic expeditions to selected places, accompanied by hourly live interventions of international artists.
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### PROGRAMM (may change...) ###

freitag/friday 26.6.
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19:00 uno / radio aporee
20:00 benjamin laurent aman
21:00 Adam Thomas - Preslav Literary School
22:00 john hopkins / neoscenes (remote) (stream archive)

samstag/saturday 27.6.
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17:00 jonbo-n'jovi - Seiji Morimoto, Francesco Cavaliere (rehearsal)
18:00 uno / radio aporee
19:00 open
20:00 Henrik Schröder
21:00 James Edmonds
22:00 jonbo-n'jovi - Seiji Morimoto, Francesco Cavaliere (dress rehearsal, maybe...)
later topmodel, maybe...

excerpts of elusive movies and other fragments on both days.

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Preslav Literary School (Adam Thomas) makes tape music and fragmentary fiction using lost, forgotten and repaired sounds and words. For Flickering Wastelands he will perform using multiple cassette players and tapes found in the streets of Berlin. http://preslavliteraryschool.bandcamp.com
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Henrik Schröder: belastingdienst / belastungsdienst / taxforce improvisation für präparierte schallplatten, mixer und stimmen die arbeit basiert auf vorgefundenen oder bearbeiteten sounds von computerstimmen der website der niederländischen finanzbehörden (http://www.belastingdienst.nl). dort kann sich der besucher sämtliche informationen vorlesen lassen, die sich auf das niederländische steuersystem beziehen. und zwar in englischer, deutscher und niederländischer sprache. während der improvisation werden die generierten stimmen miteinander konfrontiert, um ihre unzulänglichkeiten (insbesondere im umgang mit fremdsprachen) herauszuarbeiten und sie in kombination mit nach dem zufallsprinzip präparierten schallplatten in eine neue poetische form zu überführen. ein spiel mit sprache und deren akustischen unwägbarkeiten...
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james edmonds - is a painter who works closely with photographs and processes that describe a kind of mediated human consciousness. A residue of the real world is flattened by the recording medium to produce a mysterious other reality/material existence. Through exploring sound recording and improvisation, his work has formed a coexisting musical language which reveals a similar atmosphere and resonance to these images. http://www.oilrigcatering.com/wafflecotton/
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experimental setup of a new system by Jonbo-N'jovi. J-N-J is a duo made by Francesco Cavaliere and Seiji Morimoto, playing with automatic instruments, aleatoric motors, vibrating speakers and different percussive setups. http://www.myspace.com/jonbo00njovi
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john hopkins / neoscenes
fresh back from many weeks on the road in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado and in the Sonoran Desert of Arizona, neoscenes will take you, with hydrocarbon flaring, on a drifting trajectory through spaces that dwell restlessly between ears and leave traces of soot, soil, and water. http://neoscenes.net/travelog/ (stream archive)
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topmodel - from http://www.myspace.com/topmodeltopmodeltopmodel : "mireia sings, rinus plays broken tunes and clumsy percussive fragments on cheap instruments, magnus plays broken tunes and clumsy percussive fragments on cheap instruments, too. they tried to cover serge gainsbourg's je t'aime once, but they failed." (we succeeded later on)
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Benjamin Laurent Aman, french visual/sound artist involved in different noise, concrete/collage projects (poldr, Crystal Plumage, Lucie Huck Palace..). He will perform Lucie Huck Palace's *visit#3*, on-board listening among traps, through loading places. http://www.benjaminlaurentaman.com/
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radio aporee: sound walks with fingers on the map. global mix mode listening sessions from contributions to the radio aporee ::: maps project
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divergent paths. pushing south-by-south-west, classic Colorado, through the San Juans, down the headwaters of the Dolores River, through Cortez, and at Four Corners, all clouds are gone from the sky, after almost six weeks of daily moisture. back to desert regions. sunset at Cathedral Rock, then discover that low-beam on one headLight is out, so I irritate oncoming drivers with high-beams after nightfall. I don't like driving across the reservation at night anyway, and this night seems packed with imminent danger with at least one hundred individual cyclists riding northwards. each is accompanied with a sag-wagon with flashing Lights and such, but what this precipitates are huge backlogs of drivers who want to pass these slow-moving blockages. passing on a two lane road. harrowing all the way from Kayeenta to Flagstaff. and on.

the final word before parting:

I must create a system or be enslaved by another man's. -- William Blake

not far as-the-raven-flies from the Baldwin cabin, over Ohio pass and to the east, here on the west side of the West Elk Wilderness. mild mountains. none within eye-shot breaking 12,000 feet. sedimentary, overlain by thick deposits of welded tuff, ash, and other volcanic ejecta, andesites, unstable, friable: the West Elk Breccia, 34 million years old.

and in the interests of not moving too far and getting as high as locally possible, Moseley Ridge, made up of those breccias, looks do-able, sort of. at least the view east from the top should be decent -- the back of the Maroon Bells. bush-whacking. the first obstacle is an aspen grove with more downed timber than standing. the only progress possible is by balancing on the downed logs and moving along those. off the logs, it's impossible. steep, turns out the whole western slope is slumping with fissures and extremely steep inclines. it is a real bush-whack. two hours of slow movement through the vegetation only to end up on talus that looked a whole lot smoother from the valley floor. very unstable. each step, leaping from rock to rock, never knowing which one might start to roll down the steep incline. the incline gradually steepens towards the base of the final (unattainable spires). giving up 100 meters from the saddle when rain starts making the rocks slick. low risk threshold.

up Coal Creek, on a trail that eventually would get to Mt. Gunnison, but that's too far for the level of leisure sought after. so. a few miles in until it's clear that any decent long view is really too far to go. a short performance Altering the Course of History at Ranger Creek.

head into the West Elks in the continuing moist weather. north and east from Cedaredge via Paonia. stop in a downtown cafe there for some actual caffeine and fresh muffins, a short ramble around town and a stop at the Forest Service office for local advice on where not to go. on through Somerset, a coal mining town, up the North Fork of the Gunnison River passing several other coal mines to Anthracite Creek, and then off south into the National Forest at Coal Creek until arriving at the campsite at the confluence of Robinson Creek and Coal Creek. nobody else around in the rain. plenty of wood, paddocks for the horses, gonna be a wet one. the spring-like weather continues day after day very incongruous with the norm.

off to Grand Junction to drop by the Laurita compound, make some collective images. then a slow drive back to Cedaredge to hang out with Bean until late in the evening.

hanging in Cedaredge, marveling at the custom houses these folks have built with their concrete skills. that and watching a brown bear wondering across the hillside that we just finished hiking a couple hours before. not 100 meters from the porch. hanging out in Cedaredge, watching the clouds. and wondering about the weather.

breakfast with the Walker's, family portrait, down to Golden for a short stop to see Rick, Sally, Holly, and Natalie, then ascend to the mountain(s). west, west, west. following The River part of the time. then head south, upwards to the Grand Mesa. first time in this particular area of Colorado. snow still deep in the dark evergreen forest, aspen barely greening, campgrounds still closed. heavy clouds, squalls, corn snow, rain. landing in Cedaredge for a barbecue with some of Mike's elk (a barbie, I've got to learn the Aussie parlance). brown bear shows up sometime later.

If the doors of perception were cleansed,
everything would appear to man as it is -- infinite.
For man has closed himself up 'til he sees things
through narrow chinks of his cavern.
-- William Blake

cycle down to meet the Walker crew down at the pool for an all-day swim meet. Alex and Sonya are both in several events. lament that Loki never got to experience such activities.

I stick around for Chris' 50th as his folks, John and Barbara, also come into town on their way between Iowa and Tucson. nice to catch up with them. Barbara reminds me about her chocolate-chip cookies when she mentions she doesn't have any with her. this references the care packages she would send to Chris when he and I were room-mates back at 148 Washington in Golden -- she would usually include a tin of her fabulous cookies which Chris would share generously. got to snag the recipe someday. or, film her making them.

all this visiting. catching up. exploring territories. hearing stories. mapping out lives. recitations, prognostications on weather and politics and social systems. sampling lives. and seeing time pass forwards inexorably.

keeping up appearances (the cost of social participation), requires energy. energy paid into the system. (was this the lament of the Man?) versus what? appearing as The Self is and allowing for personal idiosyncrasy, proceed with no particular thought as to impact, just to channel what comes in life.

Only on condition of a radical widening of definitions will it be possible for art and activities related to art [to] provide evidence that art is now the only evolutionary-revolutionary power. Only art is capable of dismantling the repressive effects of a senile social system that continues to totter along the deathline: to dismantle in order to build A SOCIAL ORGANISM AS A WORK OF ART ... EVERY HUMAN BEING IS AN ARTIST who -- from his state of freedom -- the position of freedom that he experiences at first-hand -- learns to determine the other positions of the TOTAL ART WORK OF THE FUTURE SOCIAL ORDER. -- Joseph Beuys

a short overnight visit with Linda and Kevin (forgot to get a photo of the delicious burgers that Kevin grilled).

a couple days of essentially hanging out and talking in the open airs of the Collegiate Peaks area not far from Buena Vista and Buffalo Peaks with Rick, Sally, Karen, Montse, Dave, Vera, Gigi, and Lulu. Dave and Gigi start things off on a delicious note with some fresh Dolly Varden trout from nearby and aptly named Trout Creek. Rick brings the motocross gear. and the wind blows. springtime in the central Rockies. the Collegiates are a cold range. St. Elmo got 18 feet - almost 6 meters - of snow last winter. sure it's Colorado champagne-powder, but it's a tough range of peaks. so in the lee of the turbulence of the Collegiates now, corn snow, rain, deep and expansive wind, sunshine and cloud. springtime in the Rockies. full moon dis-sleeping under a huge Douglas Fir, gaping at the Aspen stand nearby in the Light of pale whiteness and complete dark. one of those weekends.

around Manitou Springs, a funny little town with all its mineral springs. the weather stays wet and green. Pikes Peaks wreathed in cloud and thunderstorms raking through on a regular basis. I work.

whups have to get a photo up for this, to be sure. I head south from Manitou to spend a day with Bill in Pueblo, after meeting for breakfast, we pick up the coffee table that he made for me from the wood that came from my childhood home in Clarksburg, Maryland. there was a sizable Black Walnut (Juglans nigra) tree next to an old barn. the tree wasn't healthy and so my father wanted to remove it -- a process that I helped with, digging down in some places more than six feet to the roots and cutting them until he was able to pull the entire tree down with the Willys Jeep and a block-and-tackle. after sectioning the main trunk with a chain saw, he had a guy come and take the sections to a lumber mill where it was cut into rough planks which were stacked for drying and eventually were transported to Arizona where they sat for all of 25 years. since Bill was doing some pretty high-end furniture-making, I got the idea of having him make a modest-sized coffee table which he did do from the remaining wood, leaving only toothpicks leftover, as he said. it's a beautiful table.

so, next on the day's agenda was a road trip into the Wet Mountains west of Pueblo. living up to their name, we were in fog and rain much of the way up to Isabel Lake and the cloud cover really never broke the entire day. dinner at Puukaow Thai and meeting with Gan and Tassanee. then back north to Greg's for a couple days of work.