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Balloon orchestra caresses Birmingham with sleep music


Maev Kennedy, arts and heritage correspondent
Friday May 14, 2004
Dawn chorus with a difference: hot air balloons broadcast sleep music over central Birmingham. Photo: David Sillitoe
 Anyone in Birmingham who slept through and was late for work or school had an honest, if intensely implausible, excuse. They were helplessly lulled into deeper sleep at dawn yesterday morning, by specially composed music played from a flight of hot air balloons drifting over the dozing city.
The organisers had been watching the skies carefully. After weeks of torrential rain and thunderstorms, they set off on a milky morning, with hardly a puff of wind.
The massed balloons of the Sky Orchestra took off at 6.30am, broadcasting a piece written by Dan Jones. The flutes and oboes, bird song and whale calls, were based on scientific research to promote deeper and sweeter dreams.
"You could call it a benign version of Close Encounters," Mr Jones said.
Director and musician Luke Jerram got the idea on holiday in Tunisia when he woke to the call of muezzins from minarets. "I thought of a musical landscape, which would fill the skies - and then I met a balloonist and the whole idea came together."
He and Dan Jones, who was already working on a piece of music that he intended to broadcast from rooftops, looked at research showing that 70% of dreams were full of anxiety and fear, falls and chases.
"We wanted to see if we could construct a piece of music that would actually change the percentage of unpleasant dreams," Jerram said.
When the sleepers awoke yesterday, they found leaflets on their doormats requesting reports of their dreams.
The piece launched the three-week Fierce performance festival, which has grown steadily over the last seven years.
The Sky Orchestra looked epic but cost only £3,500 and used volunteer balloonists who were thrilled by the permission to fly into Birmingham airport's air space. Farmer and balloonist Rick Vale said: "Normally we could only do this on Christmas Day."
Fierce has been associated with the wilder side of performance art. This year's festival includes The Courtesan Tales, where audience members will be strapped into a rocking chair and blindfolded, while a performer sits on their laps and whispers stories; and The Judas Cradle, based on "a torture device developed in the Middle Ages".
However, artistic director, Mark Ball, also likes to be different: "We thought doing something that was just gentle and beautiful would be quite surprising."

 

Black Hole Strikes Deepest Musical Note Ever Heard

Astronomers have detected the deepest note ever generated in the cosmos, a B-flat flying through space like a ripple on an invisible pond. No human will actually hear the note, because it is 57 octaves below the keys in the middle of a piano. The detection was made with NASA and announced at a press conference today.

The note strikes an important chord with astronomers, who say it may help them understand how the universe's largest structures, called galaxy clusters, evolve. The sound waves appear to be heating gas in the Perseus galaxy cluster, some 250 million light-years away, potentially solving a longstanding mystery about why the gas surrounding this cluster and others does not chill out as existing theory predicts. The gas is apparently dancing excitedly to the eons-long drone of a deep B-flat.

Black hole music

Astronomers were not surprised to find the supermassive black hole making a strong sub-bass sound. Though these greatest known matter sinks are by nature dark and invisible, they create bright and chaotic environments in which many forms of radiation -- from radio waves to visible light to X-rays -- have been recorded. These electromagnetic waves all travel at the speed of light.

Sound waves are similar, but they travel far more slowly and are more physical in nature. Sound you hear, for example, can be produced by the visible compression and expansion of a stereo speaker. The waves physically compress the stuff through which they move, be it air, water, or hot interstellar gas.

Other studies have shown that the riotous activity around black holes -- where gas is accelerated to nearly light-speed -- produces many notes that are, all together, much like music . Collectively, the cosmos produce, scientists believe, a cacophonic symphony of inaudible tunes.

Musical production appears to be ubiquitous in Nature. Scientists often call it flicker noise, and it has also been detected in the X-ray outputs of magnetic fields within our solar system. Even Earth hums its own tune. Musical analogies are found in everything from seascapes to brainwaves.

Way out of range

The 53 hours of Chandra observations revealed a note that is more than a million billion times deeper than what you can hear. "We have observed the prodigious amounts of light and heat created by black holes," said Andrew Fabian of the Institute of Astronomy in Cambridge,
England, and leader of the study. "Now we have detected the sound."

"The Perseus sound waves are much more than just an interesting form of black hole acoustics," said Fabian's colleague Steve Allen. "These sound waves may be the key in figuring out how galaxy clusters grow." Scientists had previously observed large amounts of hot gas infusing clusters. Given what's known, the gas should cool over time, however. Cooler gas would create areas of lower pressure near the center of a cluster, causing fringe gas to fall inward. In the process, trillions of stars would form.

This isn't what astronomers see when they look at clusters, though. The Perseus cluster is the brightest known in X-rays, making it a good target for study. It has two large, bubble-shaped cavities that extend away from a central black hole. The cavities are formed by jets of material
ejected from the black hole's surroundings, and the jets have been suspected of heating the outlying gas. But scientists couldn't see how.

A special image-processing technique was used to bring out subtle changes in brightness that revealed the presence of ripples -- the sound waves.Fabian and Allen figure the sound waves, observed spreading out from the cavities, heat the gas. The amount of energy involved is staggering, equal to what would be produced if 100 million stars exploded.

A single, long-sounding note is produced by a sound wave in which the waves are the same size and shape continuously. The newfound note has been sounding, the researchers say, for about 2.5 billion years.

 

Police Nab Flute-Playing Driver
Wed Sep 10, 9:29 AM ET

BERLIN (Reuters) - German police caught a man playing the flute with both hands as he sped through traffic at 80 miles per hour on a busy highway, police said Wednesday.
 
"He was leaning back in the seat and steering the car with his knees and feet," said Johann Bohnert, a spokesman for police in the town of Traunstein near the Austrian border. "He looked like he'd had practice." He now faces a fine of 50 euros ($56). The 52-year-old from Salzburg in Austria, birthplace of Mozart, the composer whose works include the opera "The Magic Flute," told police he was not actually blowing the instrument. "He said he was just practicing fingerings," said Bohnert.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Humid Recital Stirs Bangkok
(This review by Kenneth Langbell appeared in the English Language Bangkok Post. It was made available by Martin Bernheimer of the Los Angeles Times.)

THE RECITAL, last evening in the chamber music room of the Erawan Hotel  by US Pianist Myron Kropp, the first appearance of Mr. Kropp in Bangkok, can only be described by this reviewer and those who witnessed Mr. Kropp's performance as one of the most interesting experiences in a very long time.

A hush fell over the room as Mr. Kropp appeared from the right of the stage, attired in black formal evening-wear with a small white poppy in his lapel. With sparse, sandy hair, a sallow complexion and a deceptively frail looking frame, the man who has repopularized Johann Sebastian Bach approached the Baldwin Concert Grand, bowed to the audience and placed himself upon the stool.

It might be appropriate to insert at this juncture that many pianists, including Mr. Kropp, prefer a bench, maintaining that on a screw-type stool they sometimes find themselves turning sideways during a particularly expressive strain. There was a slight delay, in fact, as Mr Kropp left the stage briefly, apparently in search of a bench, but returned when informed that there was none.

AS I HAVE mentioned on several other occasions, the Baldwin Concert Grand, while basically a fine instrument, needs constant attention, particularly in a climate such as Bangkok. This is even more true when the instrument is as old as the one provided in the chamber music room of the Erawan Hotel. In this humidity the felts which separate the white keys from the black tend to swell, causing an occasional key to stick, which apparently was the case last evening with the D in the second octave.

During the "raging storm" section of the D-Minor Toccata and Fugue, Mr. Kropp must be complimented for putting up with the awkward D. However, by the time the "storm" was past and he had gotten into the Prelude and Fugue in D Major, in which the second octave D plays a major role, Mr. Kropp's patience was wearing thin.

Some who attended the performance later questioned whether the awkward key justified some of the language which was heard coming from the stage during softer passages of the fugue. However, one member of the audience, who had sent his children out of the room by the midway point of the fugue, had a valid point when he commented over the music and extemporaneous remarks of Mr. Kropp that the workman who had greased the stool might have done better to use some of the grease on the second octave D. Indeed, Mr. Kropp's  stool had more than enough grease and during one passage in which the music and lyrics were both particularly violent, Mr. Kropp was turned completely around. Whereas before his remarks had been aimed largely at the piano and were therefore somewhat muted, to his surprise and that of those in the chamber music room he found himself addressing himself directly to the audience.

BUT SUCH THINGS do happen, and the person who began to laugh deserves to be severely reprimanded for this undignified behavior. Unfortunately, laughter is contagious, and by the time it had subsided and the audience had regained its composure Mr. Kropp appeared somewhat shaken. Nevertheless, he swiveled himself back into position facing the piano and, leaving the D Major Fugue unfinished, commenced on the Fantasia and Fugue in G Minor.

Why the concert grand piano's G key in the third octave chose that particular time to begin sticking I hesitate to guess. However, it is certainly safe to say that Mr. Kropp himself did nothing to help matters when he began using his feet to kick the lower portion of the piano instead of operating the pedals as is generally done.

Possibly it was this jarring or the un-Bach-like hammering to which the sticking keyboard was being subjected. Something caused the right front leg of the piano to buckle slightly inward, leaving the entire instrument listing at approximately a 35-degree angle from that which is normal. A gasp went up from the audience, for if the piano had actually fallen several  of Mr. Kropp's toes if not both his feet, would surely have been broken.

It was with a sigh of relief therefore, that the audience saw Mr. Kropp slowly rise from his stool and leave the stage. A few men in the back of  the room began clapping and when Mr. Kropp reappeared a moment later it seemed he was responding to the ovation. Apparently, however, he had left to get  a red- handled fire ax  which was hung back stage in case of fire, for that  was what was in his hand.

MY FIRST REACTION at seeing Mr. Kropp begin to chop at the left leg of  the grand piano was that he was attempting to make it tilt at the same angle  as the right leg and thereby correct the list. However, when the weakened  legs finally collapsed altogether with a great crash and Mr. Kropp continued  to chop, it became obvious to all that he had no intention of going on with  the concert.

The ushers, who had heard the snapping of piano wires and splintering of sounding board from the dining room, came rushing in and, with the help  of the hotel manager, two Indian watchmen and a passing police corporal, finally succeeded in disarming Mr. Kropp and dragging him off the stage.

 

 

Anarchists and the fine art of torture
Spanish art historian says they put enemies in disorienting cells
Giles Tremlett in Madrid, The Guardian, Monday January 27, 2003

A Spanish art historian has uncovered what was alleged to be the first use of modern art as a deliberate form of torture, with the discovery that mind-bending prison cells were built by anarchist artists 65 years ago during the country's bloody civil war.
Bauhaus artists such as Kandinsky, Klee and Itten, as well as the surrealist film-maker Luis Bunuel and his friend Salvador Dali, were said to be the inspiration behind a series of secret cells and torture centres built in Barcelona and elsewhere, yesterday's El Pais newspaper reported.

Most were the work of an enthusiastic French anarchist, Alphonse Laurencic, who invented a form of "psychotechnic" torture, according to the research of the historian Jose Milicua.

Mr Milicua's information came from a written account of Laurencic's trial before a Francoist military tribunal. That 1939 account was written by a man called R L Chacon who, like anybody allowed to publish by the newly installed dictatorship, could not have been expected to feel any sympathy for what Nazi Germany had already denounced as "degenerative art".

Laurencic, who claimed to be a painter and conductor in civilian life, created his so-called "coloured cells" as a contribution to the fight against General Franco's rightwing rebel forces.

They may also have been used to house members of other leftwing factions battling for power with the anarchist National Confederation of Workers, to which Laurencic belonged.

Hidden
The cells, built in 1938 and reportedly hidden from foreign journalists who visited the makeshift jails on Vallmajor and Saragossa streets, were as inspired by ideas of geometric abstraction and surrealism as they were by avant garde art theories on the psychological properties of colours.

Beds were placed at a 20 degree angle, making them near-impossible to sleep on, and the floors of the 6ft by 3ft cells was scattered with bricks and other geometric blocks to prevent prisoners from walking backwards and forwards, according to the account of Laurencic's trial.

The only option left to prisoners was staring at the walls, which were curved and covered with mind-altering patterns of cubes, squares, straight lines and spirals which utilised tricks of colour, perspective and scale to cause mental confusion and distress.

Lighting effects gave the impression that the dizzying patterns on the wall were moving.
A stone bench was similarly designed to send a prisoner sliding to the floor when he or she sat down, Mr Milicua said. Some cells were painted with tar so that they would warm up in the sun and produce asphyxiating heat.

Laurencic told the military court that he had been commissioned to build the cells by an anarchist leader who had heard of similar ones used elsewhere in the republican zone during the civil war, possibly in Valencia.

Mr Milicua has claimed that Laurencic preferred to use the colour green because, according to his theory of the psychological effects of various colours, it produced melancholy and sadness in prisoners.

But it appears that Barcelona was not the only place where avant garde art was used to torture Franco's supporters.

According to the prosecutors who put Laurencic on trial in 1939, a jail in Murcia in south-east Spain forced prisoners to view the infamously disturbing scene from Dali and Bunuel's film Un Chien Andalou, in which an eyeball is sliced open.

El Pais commented: "The avant garde forms of the moment - surrealism and geometric abstraction - were thus used for the aim of committing psychological torture.

"The creators of such revolutionary and liberating [artistic] languages could never have imagined that they would be so intrinsically linked to repression."

 

 

"Musical Spies" 
c) The Associated Press 

BERLIN, GERMANY (AP) - Recent admissions by an ex-Nazi official living in Argentina have confirmed what some musicologists have suspected for years: that early twentieth century German composer Anton Webern and his colleagues devised the so-called "serial" technique of music to encrypt  messages to Nazi spies living in the United States and Britain. 

In what can surely be considered the most brazen instance of Art  Imitating Espionage to date, avant garde composers of the Hitler years  working in conjunction with designers of the Nazi Enigma code were bamboozling unsuspecting audiences with their atonal thunderings while 
at the same time passing critical scientific data back and forth between nations. 

"This calls into question the entire Second Viennese School of music," announced minimalist composer John Adams from his home in the Adirondack Mountains.  "Ever since I first encountered compositions by Arnold Schonberg I wondered what the hell anyone ever heard in it.  Now I  know." 

Gunned down by an American soldier in occupied Berlin, 62 year old Anton Webern's death was until now considered a tragic loss to the musical  world. At the time the U.S. Army reported that the killing was "a  mistake", and that in stepping onto the street at night to smoke a  cigarette Webern was violating a strict curfew rule. 

It is now known that Webern was using music to shuttle Werner  Heisenberg's discoveries in atomic energy to German spy Klaus Fuchs  working on the Manhattan atom bomb project in New Mexico.  Due to the  secret nature of the project, which was still underway after the  invasion of Berlin, Army officials at the time were unable to describe  the true reason for Webern's murder. 

Hans Scherbius, a Nazi party official who worked with Minister of  Propaganda Joseph Goebbels, admitted at age eighty-seven that the Nazis  secretly were behind the twelve-tone technique of composition, which was  officially reviled to give it the outlaw status it needed to remain  outside of the larger public purview. 

"These pieces were nothing more than cipher for encoding messages," he chuckled during an interview on his balcony in Buenos Aires.  "It was only because it was 'naughty' and difficult that elite audiences accepted it, even championed it." 

Physicist Edward Teller, who kept a 9-foot Steinway piano in his apartment at the Los Alamos laboratory, was the unwitting deliverer of  Heisenburg's data to Fuchs, who eagerly attended parties thrown by  Teller, an enthusiastic booster of Webern's music. 

Arnold Schonberg, the older musician who first devised the serial technique at the request of the Weimar government of Germany, composed in America to deliver bomb data stolen by Fuchs back to the Nazis, who worked feverishly to design their own atomic weapons. 

As an example, Scherbius showed Associated Press reporters the score of  Webern's Opus 30 "Variations for Orchestra" overlayed with a cardboard template.  The notes formed a mathematical grid that deciphered into German a comparison between the neutron release cross-sections of  uranium isotopes 235 and 238. 

Schonberg responded with a collection of songs for soprano and woodwinds that encrypted the chemical makeup of the polonium-beryllium initiator  at the core of the Trinity explosion. 

And in Japan, Toru Takemitsu took time out from his own neo-romanticism to transmit data via music of his nation's progress with the atom. 

"The most curious thing about it," says composer Philip Glass in New York City, "is that musicians continued to write twelve-tone music after the war, even though they had no idea why it was really invented.  Indeed, there are guys who are churning out serialism to this day." 

Unlike the diatonic music, which is based on scales that have been agreed upon by listeners throughout the world for all of history,  twelve-tone music treats each note of the chromatic scale with equal importance, and contains a built-in mathematical refusal to form chords that are pleasing by traditional standards.  Known also as serialism, the style has never been accepted outside of an elite cadre of  musicians, who believe it is the only fresh and valid direction for 
post-Wagnerian classical music to go. 

"Even if this is really true," states conductor Pierre Boulez, a  composer who continues to utilize serial techniques, "the music has been  vindicated by music critics for decades now.  I see no reason to suddenly invalidate an art form just because of some funny business at  its inception." 

 

Composer pays for piece of silence
Monday, September 23, 2002 Posted: 12:21 PM EDT (1621 GMT)

LONDON, England -- A bizarre legal battle over a minute's silence in a recorded song has ended with a six-figure out-of-court settlement.
British composer Mike Batt found himself the subject of a plagiarism action for including the song, "A One Minute Silence," on an album for his classical rock band The Planets.
He was accused of copying it from a work by the late American composer John Cage, whose 1952 composition "4'33"" was totally silent.
On Monday, Batt settled the matter out of court by paying an undisclosed six-figure sum to the John Cage Trust.
Batt, who is best known in the UK for his links with the children's television characters The Wombles, told the Press Association: "This has been, albeit a gentlemanly dispute, a most serious matter and I am pleased that Cage's publishers have finally been persuaded that their case was, to say the least, optimistic.
"We are, however, making this gesture of a payment to the John Cage Trust in recognition of my own personal respect for John Cage and in recognition of his brave and sometimes outrageous approach to artistic experimentation in music."
Batt credited "A One Minute Silence" to "Batt/Cage."
Before the start of the court case, Batt had said: "Has the world gone mad? I'm prepared to do time rather than pay out. We are talking as much as £100,000 in copyright.
"Mine is a much better silent piece. I have been able to say in one minute what Cage could only say in four minutes and 33 seconds."
Batt gave a cheque to Nicholas Riddle, managing director of Cage's publishers Peters Edition, on the steps of the High Court, in London.
Riddle said: "We feel that honour has been settled.
"We had been prepared to make our point more strongly on behalf of Mr Cage's estate, because we do feel that the concept of a silent piece -- particularly as it was credited by Mr Batt as being co-written by "Cage" -- is a valuable artistic concept in which there is a copyright.
"We are nevertheless very pleased to have reached agreement with Mr Batt over this dispute, and we accept his donation in good spirit."
"A One Minute Silence" has now been released as part of a double A-side single.

Shane's Natural Highs:

  • Falling in love. 
  • Getting fucked in the ass in a public restroom.
  • Having your 2:00 class cancelled on a beautiful day.
  • Breaking into some poor fuck's car and stealing his piece of shit stereo just because you can. 
  •  Clean sheets. 
  • Laughing so hard your face hurts. 
  • Getting someone towed.
  • Getting a strike in bowling. 
  • Cussing out an old lady.
  • Birthday cakes.
  • A hug after a hard day.
  • Cutting the power to a hospital when you know surgery's in progress.
  • Getting a child drunk.
  • Hiking pilot rock by moon light.
  • Riding a galloping horse over fences. 
  • Pushing a kid's puppy into traffic. 
  • Meeting your new boyfriend's family and being liked by them.
  • Kissing a stranger. 
  • Catching a snowflake on your tongue. 
  • Cutting down the oldest tree in town.
  •  Watching a child do something for the first time after you taught them. 
  • Jacking off onto the window of a public restaraunt during lunch hour.
  • Wishing on a star and having the wish come true.
  • Discovering medical waste on the beach.
  • The first bite of a crisp apple. 
  • Old needles.
  • Hugging a big teddy bear.
  • Seeing the dog that wakes me up every morning at 6:00a.m. with his delightful barks tumbling beneath a car.
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