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Newsday, June
2005
Pythagoras
and Plato taught that the movements of heavenly bodies wrought
a music of the spheres. "There's not the smallest orb
which thou behold'st but in his motion like an angel sings,"
Shakespeare wrote. Then along came Sir Isaac Newton with his
newfangled ideas about celestial mechanics, and the cosmos
fell silent.
But the sky still sings for those who know how to listen,
including composer Annie Gosfield. Her "Lost Signals
and Drifting Satellites," a work for violin and recordings
of satellite sounds, received its U.S. premiere Friday night
at The Stone, downtown Manhattan's vibrant experimental music
space.
Half a century ago, ham radio operators eavesdropped on the
beeps and twitters of Sputnik, a human artifact speaking an
inhuman language from high in the heavens. Gosfield's amalgam
of satellite noise sometimes suggests the chirrups of jungle
creatures or the whistles of far-off trains; at other times,
the static whir and crackle evoke a remote, terrifying void.
Violinist Jennifer Choi engaged in an intense dialogue with
these otherworldly sounds, echoing them with sweet trills,
shredded tones and glassy whispers in her instrument's highest
register. When the satellite whistles and gurgles suddenly
cut out, Choi's violin continued, forlorn, seeming to reach
out toward its faraway companion. ("Lost Signals"
is the title cut of Gosfield's latest Tzadik CD, available
at tzadik.com.)
The rest of the program also probed the boundaries between
music and noise. "The Manufacture of Tangled Ivory,"
inspired by early 20th century sweatshops, opens with tinny
sampled piano sounds that might be a silent movie soundtrack
heard in a nightmare. Wisps of exquisitely tapered electronic
sound give way to an explosion. Guitarist Roger Kleier's riffs
were often touched with klezmer melancholy, while percussionist
David Cossin created a thumping industrial racket. Felix Fan
allowed his cello's overtones to float and mingle and also
ground away sassily in the general raunch.
Marco Cappelli stunned in "Marked by a Hat," a right-hand-only
work for extreme guitar (an instrument juiced up electronically
and with additional strings). For all of its micro-tunings
and blizzard of needle-sharp tones, "Marked by a Hat"
is at its most complex and enthralling when its sound is reduced
to the sigh of skin against metal. Fan and Cossin excelled
in "Pilfered and Plonked," a sultry excerpt from
a full-length score written for choreographer Karole Armitage.
The Stone is a no-nonsense place, with no food or drink, no
advance tickets and little decor besides black velvet drapes
to blot out the Alphabet City din. But it throbs with cutting-edge
music six nights a week.
Before Gosfield's show, percussionist Susie Ibarra led her
trio—with violinist Choi and keyboardist Craig Taborn—in
a set of shimmering works from her "SongBird Suite"
and "Folkloriko" CDs (Tzadik). Partially improvised,
reminiscent of Debussy and even calypso, Ibarra's music is
hard to categorize, but no less engaging for that.
Afterward, one out-of-towner in Bermuda shorts chirped, "I
liked that better than the Philharmonic!"
ANNIE GOSFIELD. Chamber and solo works. Attended Friday at
The Stone, Avenue C and Second Street, Manhattan. Visit www.thestonenyc.com.
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