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OF PUPPETS, WASTELANDS AND DRONES

 

 
Getting out into the Sonoran Desert wilderness and finding a nice flat rock to lay upon is a dangerous proposition these days.
 
Or so it would seem.

Not so much because of the snakes and scorpions that are coming out of hibernation. 

Nope. 

These days it's the Mexicans that are the real threat.

At least that is the political and media hype du jour.

And how do we know that Mexcians are one of the gravest dangers facing America since Taco Bell?

Because our Web sites and radios and televisions and newspapers tell us it is so.

It's a daily broadcast reality of fear and dread spoon-fed like pablum.

A few months back when I was stopped by U.S. Border Patrol/ Homeland Security because they suspected I might be a "Russian spy" it was absurd. 

Yet today that absurdity has become the law of the land

At first my reaction to this legislation was to rage against the injustice. 

I spoke out with great indignation posting links on Facebook and comments on NPR's Web site.

I even shot off a few letters to the governor via email.

But after a bit I began to find my actions as absurd as the law itself.

 
 
For the most part my rants were just preaching to the choir or falling on blind eyes.

And as the nation becomes increasingly polarized over this immigration issue, choosing sides and digging in heels, I find myself wondering if there isn't a bigger game afoot.

We're living in a time when wars are being fought on multiple fronts. 

When the economy is in the crapper and our education system is being dismantled.

It is a time of earthquakes and volcanoes and melting icecaps.

And within this vortex, politicians and pundits have found an issue to rule them all: immigration. 
 


But do I really want to pay attention to their purposeful distraction?

What would happened if I simply took a step back, went for a walk, and perhaps lay silently beneath the sky on a warm flat rock for a bit?

Well, I'll tell you.

What I found was a desert in full bloom and sonorous with bird song.

A paradise of rock, and sky and expansive beauty.
 
 
A reality that energized rather than drained. 

And a great place to leave those severed information overload puppet strings safely behind. 

So I encourage everyone to come on down to the borderlands and find a rock of their own to spread out upon under the sun.

It'll ease your troubled mind and just may shed a little light on what is really going on.

IN FURTHER SOUND NEWS...

 
 

 
The past month saw two significant performance events go down --- one was at the Phoenix Fringe Festival and the other at the Museum Of Contemporary Art (MOCA-Tucson).

 
 
For the Phoenix shindig I was honored to work with Rachel Bowditch, Adam Cooper-Teran and Logan Phillips with a cast of about 20 folks in the staging of Transfix: A Retrospective.

 
For a decade or so Rachel has been staging performances around the country, human installations exploring space and connections. 

 
For this work I sculpted a sound track with original instruments as Logan performed a remix of T.S. Eliot's Wasteland, Adam mixed projections on multiple screens and the Vessel troupe passed through the masses that were estimated to be around 2,000.

Sounds from this work can be found HERE.

Following on the heels of Transfix was an installation at MOCA for original instruments mostly titled: Noise Where Prohibited.



 


MOCA is housed in an old firehouse and the expansive acoustics are perfect for developing and weaving drones from multiple sources. 

MOCA also has a fleet of red beanbag-like chairs which are ideal for lounging. 

During the performance, people laid back and listened and let the drones wash over and through them allowing their sounds to mix with the sounds of room. Adam also sat in and provided some mind candy with his interstellar projections.

And for a little while at least the steady static of dread was drowned out by amplified cactus bones and implements of mass percussion.

Recordings from the MOCA session can be found HERE to share freely.

Till again: Get out, unplug and listen free.

Glenn