For Various Artists

So I was super-duper broke for most of the year, which precluded me buying much music, which precluded me recording very many DJ sets.

So, of course, I leapt down the music-nerd rabbit hole by recording six short DJ sets, each named for a composer or pair of composers:

These are almost certainly the most dork-heavy sets I’ve ever worked out – but there are some good moments in them besides.  I have grandiose plans to record commentary tracks for each of these, talking about each track and why it matches each composer, but that can wait for now.

week 102

It has been a heavy few days.  Let’s talk about about what is good.

 

master

Heh.

At any rate, my MA thesis is done and both the PDF and a human-readable summary of it are here.

Thanks to, of course, everyone.  Yes, you too.  Could not have done it without you.

week 101

The week where you encounter your worst fear.

week 100: SMC / ICMC 2014

So I went to SMC / ICMC in Athens.  This was the fortieth International Computer Music Conference, which is sort of a mind-blowing concept, and the thirteenth Sound & Music Computing Conference.  I was there presenting a poster version of my paper, ‘A High Level Review of Mappings in Musical iOS Applications‘, which most people got a kick out of – downloading the text and screenshots for every single iOS music app is the sort of thing that appeals to academics.

The conference itself had some excellent moments, more on which below.  But first I need to shout out the event for its sort of awful logistics:  no computer sound in the actual theatres used to present the talks on the first day, iffy theatre air conditioning  for the first two days, (which is bad news when it is 30 out and you’re in a room with 55 sweaty nerds), iffy theatre wifi for the entire conference.  And then the less important stuff:  no lunch, lousy snacks, etc.  Greece has great food, but they sure don’t know how to bake.

I also need to comment, probably pretty snidely, on the theme:  ‘Music Technology meets Philosophy’.  I’m not much of a philo of philosophy, but even still, this combination felt pretty forced.  And, with the exception of one slightly overwrought keynote, most of the combinations that I caught were very forced.  It turns out that you can add the word “dialectical” to your paper and get accepted by the conference, but your paper will still be lousy.

Phew.  Those two caveats aside, I learnt some neat things and was glad I went.  Let’s talk.


John Chowning is a great guy, a charming speaking, and a much better composer than I thought.  His piece Voices was a musical highlight, and his keynote (including such money quotes as “along the way I discovered FM synthesis” and “I knew nothing about the mathematics”) was inspiring in all sorts of ways.

Jean-Claude Risset’s keynote was perhaps not as good, but his Elementa, performed on a hill outside the National Observatory of Athens, was fantastic.  Other musical winners included seven, by Caitlin Woods, Georgia Kalodiki’s Afterimage, Toy by Orestis Karamanlis, all of which are straight up tape pieces.  

The dance-plus-electronics Flow States, by Casey Farina, Mary Fitzgerald and Jessica Rajko, was excellent, as was Among Fireflies, a flute jam played by Erin Lesser and composed by by Elainie Lillios, and Scott Miller’s Contents May Differ, a drone / bass clarinet work played by Kostas Tzekos – who deserves a big shout for playing three improv jams in a row.  Finally, a fantastically brave Kinect / dance piece called Sonic Monster, by Jinghong Zhang, was excellent, despite the Kinect falling down multiple times due to lighting issues.


Another note:  there was an insane amount of content.  I went to about 1.5 concerts a day, each about 90 minutes long, but there were four concerts a day, and then a three-hour night concert. There were also three paper sessions running at once, and usually a workshop as well.


About those papers, then.  There seemed to be lots of people working with both swarming algorithms in software, and EEG devices in hardware.  There was a neat talk by Hanns Holger Rutz about a git-like version control system for reverting SuperCollider-esq setups to previous versions during performance, and Alexis Crayshaw gave a great overview of infrasound – working with waves from 0 HZ to 20 HZ.

Some cats from UCSD (Joe Cantrell, Colin Zyskowski, Drew Ceccato talked about a fairly typical system for converting two ‘performers’ breath into music – but then grounded their project in wanting to make a “non-patriarchal” interface.  Which was fine, and I thought it was simply the California talking…and then I was surprise to see the number of semi-hostile questions from the audience asking about ‘expertise’ and ‘agency’, and similar ideas of how an interface should work. (This tied into Peter Nelson’s keynote, which talked about how much control we have over sound, and how much control we should try to have.)

A winning poster, by the black magicians from Bristol, was Turnector – which is not totally there, but will be amazing when it is.  Along the lines of tangible interfaces, Diemo Schwarz’s talk was amazing, talking about some new magic (‘Rich Contacts’) that takes input from a contact mic and convolves some corpus of sounds with the input from the contact mic – which sounds trivially simple, and makes the system come alive like you would not believe.

Matt McVicar and NAIST had a thing that automatically generates guitar tabs, in the style of various famous guitarists.  Spencer Salazar from Stanford had ported most of ChucK to iOS, which has a ton of potential, and Mo Zareei did a really nice installation / drone / Art-of-Noises thing called Mutor, with motors and solonoids that acted as mutes.

Jumping away from real things and into points of view, Cort Lippe from Buffalo gave a interesting talk about the current state of  ‘electronic music’, which, alas, only meant academic electronic music.  This was a neat talk, and his idea that most composers don’t get electronic music is reasonable…but discussing the problems with academic electronic music seems to me to be complaining that you get less worm-filled gruel than the other prisoner.  Both scenes are so amazingly small that…so what if people write string quartets that don’t use Max/MSP?  (see also ‘Why Computer Music Sucks‘, as always.)

But computer music is also amazing.  The CAGE tools, for Max, made me want to dive back into Max and do some magically things.  Likewise, Ge Wang’s worldbeating talk on ‘Visual Design for Computer Music’ reminded me of everything that I like about my field.


Phew.  So that was ICMC / SMC.  I am sure I missed almost everything, but those are the highlights as I saw ’em.  As usual, the proceedings are worth reading, when they make it out.

week 99

So it turns out that when you finish your thesis and don’t have money to do anything exciting, your life becomes very boring.

With that said, I’ve been working on the next album project, which is going to be like The World Outside, but bigger (oh man, it might be something like 150 minutes.  I am so afraid.) and hopefully better.

Also working on the thesis app, which is almost at a polished prototype – then I have to move the entire thing over to Swift, which will be a grand adventure.

week 98

– Finally posted a billion old pictures, including ones of The Best Cat In The World, who has, alas, passed from us.

– That link also has shots from a brief meander to California, and many images of Montreal murals.

– I finished a DJ set about Stockhasuen.  Weill and Brecht are next.  This is by far the weirdest series of DJ sets that I’ve ever worked on.

week 96 or so

– I submitted my thesis!  Doves and fireworks!  For all of you who are gushing to read it, the final version won’t be ready until after feedback from my external reader.  Call it two months or so.

– I think I mentioned that I submitted a paper to SMC / ICMC, but I am going for sure now!  If you will be in Athens in September, get at me.

I recorded / edited together a DJ set about Leonard Bernstein and Aaron Copland.  Yes, this is part of a series.  No, no one except me will be interested in this series.

You Can’t Go Home Again: Hush, 2000 – 2014

It turns out that you really can’t: Hush, the nightclub, is closed, and I am sad to say I missed their closing party, as I no longer live in Victoria.

To say that Hush, and the people behind it, changed my life would be a massive understatement. Without Rumours, The Limit, and then Hush, the Victoria electronic music scene wouldn’t exist – or would have been so different that it would have functionally not existed. If the Victoria electronic music scene didn’t exist, I wouldn’t have gone to my first rave in January of 2000 (hilariously, in Vancouver). If I hadn’t done that, I wouldn’t be here, throwing words at the internet on a website that I originally started to promote my label and my DJing.

I went to Hush for the first time in late 2000, I think, with a fake ID that said I was from Manitoba. I want to say that Sunspun was playing and that it was snowing, but I could be conflating that with another early time that I went to Hush with two friends who both used the same ID to get in.

Ah, Hush.

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Writing the complete history of Rumours / The Limit / Hush would take at least three books, each of which would probably contradict the others in at least three ways. Let’s just say that Hush opened in 2000, at the height of the late-90s ‘electronica’ boom, and is done in 2014, after a stupefying run of fourteen years. The rainbow flag has come down.

Ten words need to be said about that rainbow flag. Hush was not a gay bar, in the traditional sense, though two of the triumvirate behind it were gay. If you were gay or straight or both or not particularly sure, Hush was for you. And you could be for Hush, no matter who or what you were.

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The second-last time I went to Hush was a long, long time ago: I think the winter of 2012, even. I can’t remember who was playing, or if I simply went to say hello to people. People move on (or just plain move, in my case), people get old, the music changes. Things end.

But the last time I went to Hush was for the Saturday of Pride Week, 2014.  David Tilson and Princess Bruce were pulling cuts out of their collection of ridiculous eighties jams, the place was busy, if not packed, and it felt right.  I did a shot of Jaeger, as one does.  I danced, as one does.  I saw old friends, as one does.  I hugged the people that needed to be hugged, kissed a speaker, and left at quarter past one, right after Blue Monday finished.  As one does.

And, things get remembered.

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Hush was where I played my best, where I saw my first drag show, where I learned how to drink, where I learned how to dance, where I prosecuted at least 75% of my friendships and at least 50% of my relationships. I am probably the only person who played a record on that stage who never had sex in the club, but I sure did kiss a lot of important people in that room.

Everyone has their club: their Paradise Garage, their Warehouse, their place where the people really were that nice, where the music really was that good and that free, and so on. Hush was and is mine. Was it really that good? No, not really. The old EV speakers would rip your ears off, the drinks could be vicious, and the less said about the bathrooms the better. I have been in clubs with better sound, with cheaper drinks, with a less broken pool table, and so on. But I’ve never been in a club that was more my home.

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And — when it was on. When Brent was feeling his oats, playing two copies of Pistolwhip; when Braeden was snapping into the breakdown of Ride; when Wes & Xavier were both in mid-air during a drop; when one of countless members of drum & bass royalty were pulling a rewind; when Deko-ze took his shirt off (we used to take bets as to the timing); when Davin and Yoseff were casting spells with records; when Matt What was screaming out the words to Fischerspooner; when Kenzie pulled out the perfect record (which was every time, of course); when Scotty or Rennie were doing some ridiculous piece of turntablism; when Hybrid, or BT, or any other world-class cat came through, and saw how a tiny city on the edge of the world could do it…

When Hush was on, it was the best club in the world. I will miss it.

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…Some years ago, when Hush turned 10, I emailed a lot of DJs and asked for their help compiling the Top 100 Hush tracks. I got enough for a Top 50 that covered about half of the music that happened at the club.  You can find it here, with links to the music, DJ commentary, and all sorts of memories.

Likewise, I’ve dug through my archives and dug up a bunch of DJ sets by various Victoria legends, from the Hush years. You can find those here.

week 95 and a bunch

I made it back from the West, the thesis is almost done, and I have many things from the internet to note.  So: