20160611 by ANAZANAUT
UNTIL NEXT TIME - THE FIRST AND FINAL PERFORMANCE
A four hour audio installation & improvised performance application of real-time sonic manipulations based upon nonspecific conceptual interactions.
ANAZANAUT offered the experience of an extended audio installation encounter featuring real time organic interaction with pre-established time fragment constructs. Audience members who attended this event were able to observe and influence actions taken upon various devices and instrumentation with the intent to engender various emotional states endemic of the dispositions of all those in attendance. This included the mysterious “performer” who remained nameless and faceless throughout, avoiding direct interaction however allowing for some modicum of exchange within the context and confines of the performance space and time.
Given the proposition that existence may terminate at any moment within anyone’s personal time-space experiential continuum, this specific manifestation of individuals and actions within an environment upon various objects considers that it has every possibility of being the final such occurrence within the parameters heretofore outlined. As such, it is incumbent upon the producers of this event to advise that the temporal nature of these elements permits the possibility that their interaction shall not be repeated.
DEDICATED TO BROTHER THEODORE
Tracklist
| 1. | consive proxim | 2:22 |
| 2. | 20160611-01 | 44:48 |
| 3. | 20160611-02 | 37:32 |
| 4. | 20160611-03 | 23:28 |
| 5. | 20160611-04 | 32:08 |
| 6. | 20160611-05 | 29:16 |
| 7. | 20160611-06 | 30:48 |
| 8. | thrubbler proxim | 1:44 |
Credits
Performed on June 11, 2016 from 8:00 PM until midnight.
CONSIVE PROXIM produced June 8, 2016.
THRUBBLER PROXIM produced July 22, 2015.
Recorded live at THE ARTDOME, Vancouver, BC.
All materials procured, manipulated and integrated by ANAZANAUT.
© 2016. All rights reserved.
License
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Walking with the broken rocks upon the heaving thrust of mountain echoes, movement becomes challenged. Something may have taken hold here, but its residue has since faded into the dust of winds long blown away. Though memory shards crack and splinter through the ice age history once foretold, there are now no more than fragments upon a beach receding beyond the breaking waves.