I caught a cherub

Images © 2010 Peter Whincop. A tiny gesture for a great time smeared into a teeny journal. I also have a new recording but I still can’t work out how to put them up on Blogspot. So it will have to be Tumblr (a gain) and MySpecious (a lass because it’s so very much been hit by the bad taste stick). I am playing at the Enormous Room in Central Square Cambridge tomorrow, and am organizing exactly what. Stefan Helmreich, professor of Anthropology, already released on Negativland’s Seeland record label, was asked by them to be a representative for SETI-X (or something, since last year I cannot figure out relationships, each for their own but cyborging together rather like some of the node-like diagrams way back in some network like posts—not the mote model below, which is more about information processing and data mining) and he contacted me as a de/convolution expert. KAUM! Anyway we will be doing a remix using the Scrambles of ERF CD that SETI-X ?found. It strikes me as an interesting-enough CD, deploying fairly evenly many standard computer music techniques plus 80s synth beats. The decoding is incomplete, as the text demonstrates, and, who knows, it might just be an enormous joke on us, or an instruction manual for being a peaceful place, or a warning of Vogon Construction of a new traffic(king) route or intersection or even just a rotary/roundabout as we say downunder.

I am not an expert at convolution! And deconvolution virtually doesn’t exist. It would be a predictive code, and sonically I can think of an example: removing reverb to give the anechoic sound. Ironically or otherwise, on this disk you would then hear the heart beat of a baby. I am just a dude who has help Stefan with other music projects, kind of injecting the abstractly abstract, very unconcrete, the antithesis of his work—he is pretty well known in some spheres as the maker of the photocopy music CD and writer about the Alien Ocean. Sounds a little like the Ron Howard movie, Cocoon. Perhaps we are distilling an intentional cauldron of water that will engulf the earth, so, run for the hills. Really. Or buy yourself an Alvin and food for five years. I can imagine the Matrix breeding chambers, or the similar thing on the Army of the Twelve Monkeys. A vault for the chosen ones, self-selected, and sometimes sought. Dead and forgotten and stupid people are left behind. I will be left behind, I hope. I feel like I’m in a movie sometimes. Perhaps an early Wenders one, any, or even Antonioni. Or Michael Powell.

Boring. I wish Blogspot played GIFs. Oh, Amf. saw the clouds above Boston being shaped, she claims, and the thin light that gets shone to see how to “write every glyph exactly” as she put it. I believe her, because some people under stand.