ANIMANS - live at Flygvapenmuseet 2014
Kamikuma & Half Digested Taco & Maggie Ledes & DJ Soulard
ANIMANS LIVE
http://nataliakamia.blogspot.com/2014_03_01_archive.html
Sunday, 23 March 2014
ANIMANS liVe at the Air Force Museum in Linkoping, Sweden
At Singh Thai, Norrköping, on 10th March, 19.20 CET
- Kosta is coming, Yvonne is coming, Antoine is also coming.
- Antoine? Who is Antoine?
- The guy from Animans who is playing with me. I think I'll recognize him when he enters the room. Googled.
- So you never met?
- No.
- Wow....and you are playing live tomorrow!
- Yes. That's pretty exciting. He is bringing his tape-recorder.
- Bonsoir!
- Yeah, it's him! Bonsoir!
- Bonsoir!
11th March, Flygvapenmuseum, Linköping.
http://www.flygvapenmuseum.se/
Animans are in the program at around 14.00 CET, among the presentations by Vision Forum participants and guests http://vision-forum.blogspot.se/2014/02/vision-forum-spring-meeting-2014-march.html
Now that the jam is over, I am trying to look back. We had a lot of different ideas about the project: the concept, the message, the medium, the venue. Hard to evaluate the results. It could be better, it could be worse. Reading through our email conversations, I see a chain of key -words, all of them having something to do with "air" and "force". I know that they will never compensate for the failure with the radio stations- we didn't manage to build a chain of them, but to a certain degree they trace the trajectory of our work:
FREE AIR WAVES
AIR........................................FORCE
AIR WAVE...................................................POWER
BIRDS...........................................................DEMOCRACY
FLY........................................FREEDOM
FLIGHT.........................................................REBELLION
LINE.........................................................TARGET
AIRCRAFT....................................................DEVASTATION
WIFI.....................................................BARRIERS
INTERNET................................TRANSMISSIONS
ETHER............................................................NOISE
RADIO.............................................COMMUNICATIONS
TECHNOLOGY..............................................PIRACY
STREAM..................................................INSTITUTION
MEDIUM.........................................................MESSAGE
PERFORMANCE.....................................AUDIENCE
ART............................................................MORALITY
JAM.......................................COOPERATION
BROADCAST...............................................MONITOR
CHAOS......................................................CONTROL
RANDOMNESS...............................................ORDER
POETRY...........................................................WORDS
SOUNDS..........................................FREQUENCIES
TIME.................................................................SPACE
DIY.........................................MUSEUM
LINK.....................................................CHAIN
CONNECT.......................................................TRANSFORM
RECORD...................................................DEFORM
LIVE.....................REMOTE
ON AIR............................................................SECRET
FLOW......................................................................INTERSECT
SMOOTH............................................STRIATED
REAL TIME...............................................................LATENCY
PHONES................................................INARTICULATE
LISTEN.....................................................................DECODE
UNDERGROUND...........................MILITARY
As planned, we were showing a remote jam (two on stage, the third of Animans, Maggie, over the internet, the fourth remaining totally in the background)-crossbroadcasting and even receiving a broadcast or rather a re-broadcast by DJ Soulard from Spiritplants radio (www.spiritplantsradio.com), reading his poetry, all the sounds returning in a different rendition. One of the streams were hidden in a DIY "transmitter box" (a cardboard box with a plastic cup, connected to another one with a thread, passing through to the outside, a recorder, an iPhone and a mascot inside, the sound travelling through the thread, more often than not unsuccesfully). The audience could access it on their smart phones. Those who used them, brought the hidden sounds into the room, and they got picked up by the microphone, creating a continuous loop back into the flow. You can listen to some snippets from it here:http://soundcloud.com/kamikuma/animans-confessing-publicly
I was reciting a fable, written especially for the occasion- "Penguin and Chicken at Flygarns Haga"- the result of some brainstorming via emails. I even made a collage with it (can be heard on soundcloud-
http://soundcloud.com/jucumari/penguin-and-chicken-at
Here is the text:
Penguin and Chicken at Flygarns Haga.
- What kind of bird are you that cannot fly?
- A navy bird, I can swim.
And what kind of bird are YOU, little chicken?
You cannot fly either.
- Oh, mr Penguin, I could before- I mean my ancestors could.
I am what has become of me.
- That's not your fault. Beware, those who walk on two legs...
- Like you, mr Penguin?
- No, those non-birds, who walk on two legs and can fly, they'll see to it that you get in a soup.
- Ay! No no no, I don't want to be in a soup.
- We are in a soup already.
***
AIRMAN'S DEFOLIATING SOUP
Ingredients:
Monsanto Agent Orange (2,4- D and 2,4, 5-T) 1 tbs
PCB's 1 cup
Dioxin 5 tbs
Genetically engineered soybeans 1/2 cups ( from Dupont or Dow)
Genetically engineered corn 1/3 cups (from Syngenta)
Baking soda 10 tbs
Pre-cook soybeans and corn, mix well with the rest of the ingredients and pour into a plastic bag. Shake vigorously.
PFFFKT! PFFF! SHKTTT!.........AY! .....NGM GN GN......HRSSSS!......AY GNMN Ggn pkht pk
(silence)
Ikarus
He was a butterfly
The sunlight was a great attraction
It was a spectacular death
Not a postmodern performance
There was a lot of pathos in his wish
To shine with a stolen brilliance
What was forbidden for a creature of land
Only spurred Ikarus, but wasn't his goal
Alight on his wings- of wax was it
Competing in the air as wings usually do
The right congealed, the left close to a melting degree
He made a casimi and under the rays of sun
And the sun, that radiant solar bird
With a beak, sharp like a laser beam
Ripped apart those belligerent wings
And the toxic wax rain fell on the ground
You think Ikarus fell too
But that's a horrible mistake
He died, but
He learned to fly without wings
***
- Ah, mr Penguin, you scare me.
But I don't understand how he learned it.
- The same moment you forgot how to do it, he remembered it.
- How?
- He made a flying machine...
- Wait, wasn't he dead?
- Yes, he was. He was dead in his heart- it got scorched by the sun.
But please, don't interrupt me.
So, he made a flying machine with wings just like yours and a brain inside a pilot much smarter than yours.
- That's an insult, mr Penguin. You think that if you wear a smoking, you are as smart as them, the two-legged non-birds.
- No, I am smarter and I have to hurry before all ice melts away.
Penguin the Butcher Bird as Ikarus.
He was launched into atmosphere
On an airraft of ice
Illuminating the dark skies like a nova
And leaving meteorologists at a loss
He turned clouds upside down
Over the corn fields of the world
Like buckets of Chemtrail soup
To feed the hungry GMO sprouts
When all the foliage went grey
The temperatures stopped disobeying
Global warming ran out of steam
And ice was winning huge areas
On a kamikaze mission
Penguin the Butcher Bird
Self-butchered to join Laika
As the forces of gravity died
(Some ice splinters are still visible in the extinguished earth's telescopes)
I asked the audience right after the concert to try to imagine space as smooth and sounds from afar meeting no barriers on their way. Then we, who are playing together, while being located in different parts of the world, are not like separate dots, connected with lines, but lines or separate flows of intensities, intersecting at some points during the performance. Even today I cannot see us as individual perfomers, only as Animans generating conjunction points in a seemingly chaotic flow of transmitted information.
For broadcasting we used a popular streaming platform- Mixlr- but rather unconventionally. We were both streaming and monitoring each other at the same time.
I put our streams together, not trying to correct the latency. It comes rather close to what I remember from my perspective:
http://www.iradeo.com/kamikuma/player/117190
Who are Animans?
http://soundcloud.com/xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
http://soundcloud.com/half-digested-taco
http://soundcloud.com/maggieledes
http://soundcloud.com/kamikuma
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