IMMATERIALS
14 November 2009 – St Gabriel’s Vestry Hall, Pimlico
Material | Cornelius Cardew |
Devotions | Derek Foster |
Conversations with a Survivor | Sally J Davies |
Shredder | Paul Burnell |
Train Talk | Deborah Broderick Edwards |
imMaterialisations | Kerry Andrews |
The Gliss Ensemble | Ann Wolff |
Kerry Andrews
Karen Burnell Paul Burnell Deborah Edwards Derek Foster Ben Lane Ann Wolff |
Cello
Tenor Horn, Ocarina, Spring Drum Oboe, Swanee Whistle Piano, Keyboard, Kazoo Vibraphone Violin Flute |
Material – Cornelius Cardew
“Music is a vagrant; it has no fixed abode. It’s a menace to society. It
needs cleaning up. The impossibility of abolishing music. Its
omnipresence. Its uncatchability. Perhaps after all we have to step down
and let music pursue its own course.” Cornelius Cardew, 1965 (diary entry)
Devotions – Derek Foster
The impetus for this piece was a visit to the Jain temple at Potters Bar, and by photos taken there, and computer-enhanced, by Jatin Shah. This piece, I hope, depicts the calm atmosphere, with the ringing of bells and chanting of prayers. The original idea was to accompany the music with projected photos, and I hope this will come about later with a more extended piece of music in collaboration with the photographer.
Conversation with a survivor – Sally Davies
The directness of the questions in the poem and the bleak replies led me to write a sparse and emotionally contained vocal line. The unmentioned but ever-present horror of the past is expressed in the instrumental outbursts.
Conversation with a survivor Poem by Erich Fried
What did you do in those daysThat you shouldn’t have done? Nothing What did you not do That you should have done? This and that. A few things Why did you not do it? Because I was afraid. Why were you afraid? Because I didn’t want to die Did others die Because you didn’t want to? I think they did |
Have you got anything else to sayAbout what you didn’t do? Yes, to ask you What you would have done In my place. I do not know. I cannot sit in judgment on you Only one thing I know Tomorrow none of us Will stay alive If today, we again do nothing |
Shredder – Paul Burnell
In 2008 I was at home recording myself playing the oboe and there was a tree surgeon down the road who was making a lot of noise feeding the remains of a felled tree into a mechanical shredding machine. So I gave up trying to record the oboe and recorded the sound of the shredding instead. I turned the recording into a piece for oboe with recorded backing and then started adding in other instruments to play with the oboe. The piece is now being performed without the oboe and with the backing recording having only a small contribution to the overall sound. Some of the melodic material in the piece is taken from the 19th century song ‘Woodman, Spare that Tree’, and the shredding of a tree is represented by the sound of tearing paper.
Train Talk – Deborah Broderick Edwards
Train Talk was inspired by my weekly train journeys from Teddington to Walthamstow, weird and wonderful sounds from the train itself, weird and wonderful (although sometimes boring and annoying!) conversations from the other passengers.
The piece takes us from the opening of the doors, through the sometimes noisy, sometimes desultory journey, to the sounds of the train disappearing in the distance, with comments from a Greek Chorus of one.
Here is what she ‘says’: (words by Lucy Lucy)
tight bootsscarves briefcases laptops hanging from shoulders mobiles clamped to ears anticipation leaks into the early evening air eager to be home spotted ties askew mascara newly re-applied gum-chewing shop assistant surveyor’s clerk hair spiked sharp basketball cap thick gold chain…pink jacket tries to press herself further into aisle to escape Man U hoodie smiles as she is jolted into yellow plastic of road mender, his panels glittering in the tawdry light and everywhere ears jammed to phone or lifelined to mp3 Coldplay, Sway, Eagles, Sinatra, Ella… |
windows steam upfogged smoke drenched target of phlegmy coughs flu viruses hoveringEine Kleine Nachtmusik sings out a hundred hands dive into pockets and bags ‘I’m on a train’ The commuters’ mantra a magic charm to ward off delay I’m on a train, I’m on a train, I’m on a train…Vauxhall, Clapham Junction, Earlsfield, Wimbledon, Raynes Park, New Malden, Norbiton, Kingston, Hampton Wick, Teddington, Strawberry Hill, Strawberry Hill, Strawberry Hill… |
imMaterialisations – Kerry Andrews
For many years I have admired the 1960s work of Cornelius Cardew – both in terms of its music and its politics. In my own way I have tried in imMaterialisations to use this notion of partial removal of the composer’s ‘given’ piece of music – that is, music finished in the score for the performers to follow.
My aim here is to allow the very separate voices (of performers and of instruments) to use the given material to explore their own spaces (literally and figuratively).
The electronic sound is derived from the three acoustic instruments and is meant to define a fourth, combined space – a kind of joint reverberation, but at the same time a specifically digitised space as well.
The Gliss Ensemble – Ann Wolff
The Gliss Ensemble is able to express moods with only moving sounds and without particular notes. I wanted to see how far we could go in showing different moods using another set of musical forms. The variations are many and here to start with is one of them.