Mauer

The bricks of a fallen wall are the next houses the same way music is still to be found on soundart... Tear down the wall between your appartment and your neighboors mr.Reine... On this happy new ear Eve's the Brademburg Portal will be closed not by a wall but by a stage... I will never put my feet on pop music, unless if it's to knock it out with the Backstreet Beuys... Warn'er that it's the road runners that chase the coyote's song... Listening is in between two earwalls and a eyetower... O ouvido espiona o olho que tudo vê mas tudo ouve...

But we want pan, not pain
Or north, or south

Turismo, tumoris mantis ears, wonder when will they beggin to suck Tijuana's cactus in search for the sound of the desert to be crossed... Cold War gave place to Global Warmth, the atomic mushroom is nothing compared to opening the culture particles...
Fireworks make more smoke than light...

Sinema

"Ora!(direis) ouvir as estrelas!!" Olavo Bilac

Metafrases, de los sentidos un rio en el mar... Poesia, o paladar da metáfora a ser dilacerada... Câmara pássara, a arquitetura urbana será nossa pele à dança aerial do ter em mim... E cheirar os sons até que nossas línguas sangrem imargens como abelhas fartas das minas mecânicas de extração de sera dos olvidos... Every jam is to be eated with bred, feedback é vômito de eternoretornos... Pantela rascunhando olhos a serem queimados pela luz que não aquece... Ash to Thrash, dust to lust... Resumed to sensorial bodyless organs... Caros especta-dores, sabendo-nos senão sentidos como conectar-nos again num sinema, as linhas sentem saudades dos nós... O corpo espacial clama of fluxos intensivos, atravessamo-nos além da telagradeparede... Uma tela com uma tela com uma revolução é um lençol branco pendurado pelas cores da projeção... The Himalya falling over Scriabin's ears meanwhile Stockhausen tries to tear klang ünd faber apart... Hendrix toca fogo nas cordas enquanto Smeták sopra, é tempo de deixar o calor afinar as caixas-acústicas que são as salas de esculpir tempo onde os stalkemistas Lumiére nos levam... É inevitável a correlação músico-som/espaço-música...

Lunar

Phaseless and shiftfull, fantasy calls for shallows... Blamed on the sky and its uncounteable scars, the echoes of the hours... L'arte della fuga è la fuga della arte; who would've known the fourth face of Hecate? Ashamed of the bright that others impose to us, sands' glass... Faith's childhood for childs like end... It is not innocence that calls the sbarks, but the greedy wish to make gold from blue moods... Feels not loneliness, sealed by the vacuum that only silence may sound... What shook the sea of memories?It was not the light, it was not the stars, it was not that far, it was only the night...

The Geodesic Drone

The sonarium is a room with tranparent soundwalls... No gap for abstraction or comprehension... When eyebulbs start shivering and it overflows through our bones it's clear, we were drowned by sound and numbers are not much but numb'ers now...
Air Density, the jellyfish, reminds our timpani that sculpting spacetimes with timespaces is not a technic from the volume war, later at the infinitesimal border twelve fiddlers play in a small bunker haunting music... the other side doesn't know where it is coming from, so they dance... Since we can't get any near to a sphere without mentioning the unmentionable, geodesic dreamcatchers filter the living water through the bitterness of quininoise.

"The amount of each ear nerval tension for a sound has something to do with the physical pleasure of music listening" Sthendal

Motors teach as much about mantras as it disteach about the body, but there are still the bookwormholes... I heard thirteen airplanes dopplers catching the train in the morning...
Put your hands gently over your ears and move them away and near in order to filter the air, breathe sound and get your gills...

Karlheinz Stockhausen {8.22.28 to 12.05.07}

"I became a human ...to bring celestial music to humans , and human music to the celestial beings. So that Man may listen to God and God may hear his childen"

To die on a Wednesday was an great live performance. Still lost inside bioalgorithmic machines, we wonder what is the meaning of love so to naturalize our art... You know we need to get in kontakt and don't let all this Sirius lights blind our hearings. Will the horns blow the metall in the curse of the years? Will the Hellacops break the strings? Four violins inside motorheaded machines are the apocalypse horsemen laughing stochasticly... Not more than three sounds are needed to explain it all, and after you realize how small the world is you have to come back, don't you Michael? No more than three artists are needed to overcome art. Dearest Operator, what when the camel shits the black holes and try to be themselves the stopped flo? This is the day we feel together, this is the day we feel week.

"Everyone back in!! The whole thing again from the start !!!"

Worms on the Cracklebox

...Sounds on cracks are not warm nor wholes... The pours on our skins misses touching as the electricity misses silicon... In human dreams fauns are but acantocephalas' sounds that crosses their optical hairs... The only laws of matter are those that our minds must fabricate to break their gap...

from 1.100.202Hz on

...Fa[i]lick guts, our stomachs are on metafeedback when Uroboros is microminimalized... Devil is the pain by which we measure our concepts... You have to eat the earth and pee it so to air it, unvertebrateds are nearer than us to the fire...

Sound for Airports

...Fast listening and easy food are two elastic bed for upset ambients... morphinoids & speedups were always the basis of technologies grading...
..."Lots of money were expent on everything on this space except in the music"; is that a reason to equalize happy music and zen suspension, or, is Good what I don't want? How could we fly if our hearing are concearned on not concearning? From desire we can't ask... Still the elastic properties of sinesthetic economy...
...When sounds beat gravity the air is plane and verticality is challenged... When music is tries to hide its ambition is to become the whole ambient...

Music for public spaces[according to Eno]:
1.Must not interfear on human communication;
2.Last long times and do not have many changes;
3.Interrupteable for annoucements.

Soundcrafting for public times:
1.Must dialogue through human communication;
2.Use the spatial noise to control time environments changes;
3.Ininterrupteable due to its chainging character. The annoucements is a solo part of it.

Poder Surdo

Excluídos pela inclusão, ouvimos. Ainda há muito o que se pesquisar da escuta surda, suas sutilezas de nuances e matizes, que somente os surdos poderão nos ensinar. Os ouvintes podem sentir isto na sinfonia corpórea ao vídeo ou em qualquer conversa libriana. Reduzir o som à escuta auricular é o absurdo do olvido da pele. As libras são um avanço mais importante nas pesquisas de linguagens musicais que qualquer coisa que Karajan ou Abado possam ter feito, abertura de regimes imprecindível entre regência, chirologia, dança e mesmerismo sígnico. Ainda está porvir o musicólogo surdo que esclarecerá as obras finais de Ludwing Van para que um maestro surdo a faça soar para a glória do compositor e sua composição. Ainda encontrarei a soprano surda que cantará minha ópera Gallaudet.
Se levarmos em conta as ferramentas de composição computacional atuais[max,pd,supercollider,synthedit,reason,etc], veremos que cada vez mais a música radical é de mais fácil acesso ao surdo que ao cego.

"A música é boa para a melancolia, má para quem está de luto, e nem boa nem má para os surdos"
Baruch Spinoza

E é neste sentido que esta escuta surda se demonstra potente, ela por princípio se ausenta de qualquer valoração moral. A luta de um movimento dos surdos, e aqui fala um ouvinte deste, não se resume à urgência do mantenimento de escolas especializadas, mas a uma ampla valoração musical da escuta surda e uma redisseminação cultural da linguagem de sinais, pois são meramente sinais todas as linguagens... sinais de uma audição além da escuta destes corpos ideogramas em suas danças haikais.

Passeata dos Surdos contra a portaria #555[29.11.2007-MASP]

Holophonic

Dreamwavers... always trying to cut someone's hairs. The headspace created with headphones not only made autism part of the schizo urban tendency but also made it an ultimate challenge. Somehow Cage was tricked for saying "Everyone is in the best seat". Sitted we all will be from now on, inertiac at the center of the theater with our big eargos. Luigi(the lightened one) is undergrounded before he may meet us to sell his algorithm, Manuel(the handworker) is stoned as a guitar. Demonstrations demonstrate how much technology may be hollow and phony, the song doesn't matter much near the radio station programming. We have plastic bags around our heads. "The amazing power of your brains" are denying the other power sources in your body and most important, the amazing power of the soundsources outside us and their infinite poeticly related listenings. Scissors are 2 of swords, peleja. Our digital thirst for high fidelity "negates its own physical presence in the ear to fully restore those differences" nightmaring of the day we will be fully fooled by sounds, high fidelity to whom or what? For listeners on the razorblade: learn as soon as possible to hear the algorithms in digital audio, those lowrates blips and glitches, machinical feelings(known as errors) , subliminal programming, etcetera...

Urutao: The Phantom of Birds

Bitter is the Nile when the last free singing birds are to pull the pharao's rocks down by the riverside to throw them at the Abaeté lake, that infinite depth of dark waters surrounded by white sands.
The Pigeons are but Urutao ashes that in the nights search for a morning rebornt throughout combustion, writing on logs so when the winter year comes there will be poems to throw to the sky so only them will waterfall in the sea again.
In the concrete deserts drowning into the slipping sand the concrete rotator "nunca vi sertão ser tão sertão" Rosa fasten his ears to play a slow rain driping.

Drone

Throat is a tunnel with a well where those litlle birds sing in their search for acoustics, soundchimneys.
Hum contort in shame towards an animal in the middle of the park in the middle of the streets in the middle of the cities in the middle of the seea.
Imagination is in the Throat as a lightless mirror, along with other Urutaos who sing throughin the evenout. A unforgetable song is a phantom as well as a melody you can't remember - whipered to himself. At l'e'ast the nightingales...

Nilo Amaro & Seus Cantores de Ébano - 20 Sucessos

The Fall of the House of Escher

If only sounds rained, we could look for shelter. But yet it bolts. Some use songs as umbrellas, but they are also lightining-rod's.
Is that hearing? Before any answer our morbid acuteness of the senses put the living in the sign(from the greek signus, tomb). The woman's voice screamed that hearing is but peripheric viewing, her eyes twisted as drumming.
Sitôt qu'on le touche, il résonne... Micróphone, U she R may be the first sonoplast and nanosound physicist in historymyth. From nails scratching as on vynil, the coffen made soundbox is the house falling is the caesarian uterus. Dragons are chains on the undergrounds of house and the pillars of the home, synapsis try to overrule the body through this hearllucination. Leviathan, a bad tempered accordion.
Yesterday at a friend's house I found on Wittgenstein's Culture & Values:

"It was an unfinished melody I could not recall from where, but reading its partitur I remember thinking about my philosophy and yelling to myself : 'I destroy, I destroy, I destroy'."

Audio-man cia is an attempt to listen to the deafness of the world made of the excesses of music, the sound illusionism. When the house is about to fall is better to start transtuning our lyres.