Also possibly the all-American granddaddy of slam poetry and jazz vocalese, and a co-inventor (and practitioner) of Schoenbergian sprechstimme.
About this time each year, I develop colony envy, that affliction which affects only pianists, instrumentalists and singers who are too noisy for the calm reflection allowed primarily to composers, poets, visual artists, playwrights, authors, film makers, and other quietly creative types, at various artist colonies around the world.
Can you take it?
While I was in Kansai for the FBI Festival, I dropped by the Osaka National Museum of Art to see Plus/Minus, the exhibition of Yuki Fujimoto, an artist whose conceptual works often use sound as a medium of expression.
Most of the instruments with which I work lie in a continuum of
“messiness,” of wider or narrower sonic possibility-spaces.
Computers and the internet are better than no computers and no internet, and they aren’t going to go away; but, at the same time, they are not the be-all end-all.
Opera: coming soon to a theater near you.
Mr. Waggoner needs to be reminded that a lot of the noise with which the world is inflicted is optional.
Keeping an eye on the bad guys.
I was in Osaka recently to perform at the 10th Annual Festival Beyond Innocence, almost certainly the last—certainly the last ever at its weird and wonderful location known as Festival Gate.