David Chokroun - more antimatter!
More Antimatter: A Junk Science Retro-Polemic
Nothing Really Matters
As every science
fiction fan knows, antimatter is the opposite of matter. If
matter and antimatter collide, a tremendous amount of energy
is released. Capture that energy, and you can travel faster
than light, translate all alien languages, go back in time
and kill Hitler, and so on.
That’s not the kind of antimatter I’m talking about.
The First Solo Swim of the Noisy Channel
The sound world
of More
Antimatter is built out of
objects that are noisy, aberrant, occluded, faulty, and
flawed, i.e.:
The whistle of
ponticello strings
The falter of half-valved trumpet
The klang of unpredictable guitar harmonics
The skitter of a one-handed drum roll
Each of these
objects is imprecise and not-quite-repeatable by design. Each
of these objects contains the opposition of signal and noise
by illuminating the fractures between an idiomatic material
and its execution, between score and performance, and between
performance and failure.
Zero’s Paradox
Zero can never
catch up to One. What that doesn’t
mean
is:
By the time Zero gets to 0.13, One is at 1.08
By the time Zero gets to 0.245, One is at 1.087
By the time Zero gets to 0.3625, One is at 1.0876
By the time Zero gets to 0.42781, One is at 1.08762
The zero-ness of Zero means that Zero is only always Zero.
Zero isn’t going anywhere. Zero can never catch up to
One.
If You Can’t Hear This, Don’t Hang Up
More
Antimatter is structured
around slow transformations of durational cycles. The
revelation of the temporal structure is the real signal of
the work. The sound objects illuminate the temporal matrix of
the piece in their transient appearances, like a
photographer’s flash. Like the flash, they are not in
themselves the carriers of information. The audible part of
the piece is the noise on the line: the anti-.
In on the Kill Taker
He sets his house
on fire.
They walk down a busy street, unaware of the bomb that’s
about to explode.
He runs naked across the ice.
The art of raw time is not itself made of raw time: rather,
it’s the fraction of a second in which the flashbulb
illuminates the vault of raw time. Raw time in its entirety
is too big for art. Raw time kills stars and moves
continents. Sustained exposure to raw time is invariably
fatal.
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more antimatter!
(2003) 25'25"
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