This afternoon, I was on a field trip to a college uptown with about 30 younger students, and the tour guides took us to their auditorium hall. During the tour, the kids are doing normative hands gestures used in their daily classroom (to keep active as part of the learning community while remaining quiet), and the guides didn’t know how to respond to this happening. Like, one will do this snap move, and the guides will stop talking and look around. Same time: the kids had no idea they were fucking with the guides, and all the teachers were trying their best to keep from bursting out laughing. Constructions workers drilling and hammering the stage of this auditorium. And as the guides were explaining how the hall’s acoustic abilities are finely developed throughout the interior, when the construction workers halt operations, the most deplorable things would exit their faces. These sounds projecting throughout the building, and the kids are just at that age they don’t understand these words. Sound comedy is soaring. So I had a good day today.
Morkebla has always done the same. The project has never steered to far from matching itself humorously humanistic. Sounds just dropping in and out at the will of production fate. Programs set to random and bowling pins crack like eggs into wigged notes, in green, and sound-waves visual. Scope the new-new on Czaszka (Rec.) entitled A Field of Secondary Craters by Morkebla OUT TODAY:
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