| Brandon LaBelle |
Dirty Ear |
| Dirty Ear est produit à partir de field recordings, de sons récupérés, d'effets et d'archives sonores personnelles, composé comme une série de récits miniatures, chacun étant conçu pour accompagner (ou perturber) un voyage imaginaire avec ce que brandon LaBelle appelle des counter-sonorities. Un projet d'abord présenté sous forme d'installation (les quatre premières pistes ont été composées pour une installation à l'Enrico Fornello Gallery, Prato), qui interroge l'objet et les conditions de l'écoute. |
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The boy stands broken lights The city surrounds him a live buzz He heard a story once about how all the crows in the city were then up close like a sudden crash the ghosts of forgotten inhabitants He thinks he is lost hotrod Lincoln Then he remembers this corner from before Spit on the sidewalk KING OF THE ROAD He steps over The leaves they are everywhere Brown and crisp like old bacon The number is 1267 875993 He looks In the windows the streetlights collect into a swarm of eyes They seem to hoverand then pierce the coming night toss it over there The man sits on a bench Bill says the tape recorder is a medium for trauma The bus blasts by No news is good news he thinks The film last night was terribly violent AMYNVULZ – what the fuck? He had dreams about the one character the woman she ran through his apartment in that blue nightgown that blue nightgown… / He thought it was his ex-wife X marks the spot There is a book on the table called Sidewalk She flicks through it It’s extremely loud in here Noise is your vehicle This music really sucks She gets up and walks towards the window Where do you live? Stares at the streetlights Every Highway She thinks the fall went so fast Already dark Whistling Dixie His brother used to pin him down and force him to say things Now he writes about it in his first novel Thwack Thwack-Thwack Bing He gets distracted by the Woody Allen film on tv capsized ships, fallen eggs He hears the neighbors upstairs It makes him feel less alone The kids laugh like mad gangsters bang bang bang On the radio The Clash plays she saw that joe strummer film lately She hums to herself When the next bus comes by he grabs a stick and throws it Where is George He’s always late Maybe the cops got him gotta get out of here |
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Brandon Labelle est musicien, artiste, commissaire d'exposition, écrivain et éditeur (fondateur de Errant Bodies). Son travail, basé sur l'installation sonore, la performance, l'enregistrement, l'utilisation de sons recyclés et l'environnement dans lequel ils sont diffusés, nourrit une réflexion théorique sur les dimensions sociales de l'écoute et sur la manière dont le son, en de multiples variations, agit sur l'espace public. Il établit des connections entre différents médias en introduisant du vocabulaire vidéo, architectural ou sculptural dans un champ plus large de problématiques rhétoriques et spatiales.
Site internet de l'artiste : brandonlabelle.net |
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