Showing posts with label film. Show all posts
Showing posts with label film. Show all posts

Sunday, April 24, 2022

Reconstructing development notes: Onyx Ashanti's Sacred Geometry in Sound performance

For some backstory that no one asked for but I'll write out before my memory gets too fuzzy:

It's March of 2018. Onyx may or may not have just gotten back to the US from a chapter of life in Europe going from Sainte-Etienne to Berlin. I may or may not have just migrated back from the East Coast with the geese.
I had joined the audience just in time for the performance without really getting an ideal seat in the auditorium for close-up filming in a way that wouldn't be obnoxious. I freehand recorded it on my phone with my elbow propped up against my one of instrument cases at one of the side wing seats of the audience as an unofficial cameraman for the performance and shared the video with Onyx after so you're technically seeing a bootleg recording that turned into the "official music* video" :-)
If I were to think about lighting with a better command over the phone camera (or any camera available) I would have probably tried zooming a bit more so that we could see the LED colors that correspond with his positional accelerometer sensors and filters*(? I don't think he had filters activated for this performance or even the entire iteration of the sonocybin exohands) plus adjust the white balance, ISO etc. and maybe avoid or block out the exit sign with his body position. But I kept the frame set at this distance as Onyx sometimes gets very physical with his range of hand and body movement in performance so I wanted to be able to ensure relatively smooth tracking within the frame just in case he did move more.
Choosing Your Own Patterns: Polyrhythms and Parrellels
On a sonic/aesthetic and musical level--while Onyx was still constantly seeking new standing wave experiences that could be created with the streams of sound in each hand throughout these 2017-2019-ish years, what I really enjoyed about this iteration was how he centered the possibility for listeners to discern or conceive of pattern/polyrhythms in a way that hearkens to the roots of Traditional Afrikan drum polyrhythms.

There's a less wordy and complicated way to say that, let's try:
I like that his way of building the instrument and playing it lets people "choose their own groove" based on how they're able to hear patterns as the "drums" of each hand played rhythms against the other regardless of their actual cadence.

This is important to note because it says a lot about the skills or care that may be beneficial for other concepts that involve self-organization and working together while respecting independence.

As a metaphor for healthy social relationships: Think of a co-dependent relationship but with rhythms--It's like two people doing things in their own time without forcing one to fully conform and rely on the other. Whereas the "Interdependent" notion of a healthy relationship lets people do their own thing at their own pace. But it's the attention given to how the two patterns of rhythms find their groove together is what makes the relationship. Or how groups of people in organizations and cultures might be able to operate. In sentiment, I think of the quasi-autonomous sort of anarchistic (for lack of words in English) governance dynamics of the Anishinaabe Confederacy as nations and the cohesiveness still afforded by their inter-clan governance systems.
There are better descriptions to be heard or read from Anishinaabek folks, or elsewhere on the interent but for a shallow hint of what comes to mind in real historic context, read how the Anishinaabe factioned to be neutral, allied with the British, and the U.S. -- sometimes all at the same time:
In contrast to systems that meet catastrophic results if something goes another direction.
e.g. "US Congress failed to pass a budget? Panik! Kaos! Shut down everything run by the Federal Governement." [insert meme here] Again these aren't the most precise examples, but if you look enough you'll probably get what I'm touching on.

So we have a contrast: autonomy between two different agents and structure normally don't work harmoniously without a lot of active work and preparation. But if you know how to sit back, watch or *listen* to the rhythms for long enough, the beats turn into a pattern. Here, the left hand kind of "knows" what the right is doing because Onyx is listening. But we as the audience are listening too and we get to let the wonderfully fundamental part of evolutionary wiring in our brains to pick out when we hear a groove, or texture, or other interesting moment come together.

As Onyx had said in a conversation to me on a cold Autumn or Winter night in 2018 "Chaos exists at the threshold of one's capacity to discern pattern." At that point, patterns establish coherency from what would otherwise be a mess of dots .

*A technical development note for technology documentation purposes:
As someone who got to watch his projects develop and basically lived as his housemate (but like kind of on his front yard and porch, a story for another time), plus as a fellow bandmate I got to see and hear a lot being made along the way at a level of depth that most people don't get to see. I think it's important to document that where we can as the thought process and little mundane developments sometimes become a lot more significant than we think when no one is around to pay attention until later. So here's what I can recall short of reaching out to Onyx again and fact checking (which eventually I probably will try--Onyx if you're reading this let me know!):

I don't remember if he had knuckle sensor filters working at this point in the development of his exohands in that particular Infinity Drum software development iteration or if he was just activating golden ratio "notes" with each finger but I think that would come up later before he would put the entire infinity drum phase to rest and redirect his attention on being able to type and manipulate digital cursors on his network of Raspberry Pi computers without a keyboard. I think at this time Onyx was using one or at most maybe two Raspberry Pi B+ish generation computers that either ran ethernet cables to the hands or maybe even used tiny shortwave radio. The main Raspberry Pi B+(or something older and bigger) was still mounted on his bicep with a touchscreen monitor interface on the other and maybe started positioning the battery packs on the back of his 3d printed body harness around this time or embedded them along with the bicep computers. Soon after this performance Raspberry Pi zeros would come onto the market at the local microcenter just a few months later and he'd rip it all apart and rebuild a new version in his ongoing quest for eliminating latency down by milliseconds haha (I forget exactly which numbers but it was a shift by orders of magnitude like from 200 to 24 or 24 to 4 milliseconds of latency when compared to what he performed with in 2017 while we toured in Sainte-Etienne to Paris).

Saturday, April 11, 2020

ATCQ's space program(s)

Everyone might not be ready to see and hear it, but the messages are essential for everyone to recognize what's at the root of so much struggle.

Listen and observe for the story being told and for the stories yet to be made.



A Tribe Called Quest
"The Space Program"

(feat. Vincent Price)
I'mma deal with a bigger insult, man
The heat, the heat, the heat, the heat
It's comin' down hard
We've got to get our shit together

It's time to go left and not right
Gotta get it together forever
Gotta get it together for brothers
Gotta get it together for sisters
For mothers and fathers and dead niggas
For non-conformists, one hitter quitters
For Tyson types and Che figures
Let's get it together, come on let's make it
Gotta make it to make it, to make it, to make it, to make it
To make something happen, to make something happen
To make something happen, let's make something happen

Word to Phifer
Gonna bring it to the overlord, drinkin' Cisco
Chilling with the gold microphone cords
And we grip our balls every time we stuntin' on tour
'Cause we never bore, responding to the ready crowd's roar
And promoters try to hit us with the art of war
We about our business, we not quitters
Not bullshitters, we deliver—we go-get it
Don't be bitter 'cause we not just niggas
Jarobi, my fiber wove into different cloth
Ain't nothing forbidden, this nigga get his written off
Hardest spit in the city y'all niggas spitting kitten soft
Confused and amazed, shook up with your brain missing lost
They planning for our future
None of our people involved
Pouring Henny and Smirnoff to get it cracking off
Cracking off a Smirnoff to quickly turn to Molotov
Molotov the spaceship doors before that bitch is taking off
It always seems the poorest persons
Are people forsaken, dawg
No Washingtons, Jeffersons, Jacksons
On the captain's log
They'd rather lead us to the grayest water poison deadly smog
Mass un-blackening, it's happening, you feel it y'all?
Rather see we in a three-by-three structure with many bars
Leave us where we are so they can play among the stars
They taking off to Mars, got the space vessels overflowing
What, you think they want us there? All us niggas not going
Reputation ain't glowing, reparations ain't flowing
If you find yourself stuck in a creek, you better start rowing
Used to see the TV screen as the place to land my dream in
And the car stereo where they would promote the show
Optimistic little brother with a hope you know

(Move on to the stars)
There ain't a space program for niggas
Yeah, you stuck here, nigga
(Move on to the stars)
There ain't a space program for niggas
Yeah, you stuck here nigga
(Move on to the stars)
There ain't a space program for niggas
Yeah, you stuck here, nigga
(Move on to the stars)
There ain't a space program for niggas
Yeah, you stuck, stuck, stuck
(Move on to the stars)

Sit and wonder sometimes, I read the paper every day
All these happenings is cycular, just happen different ways
And the president's refined, in her wing she's confined
With about thirty Percocets and five bottles of wine
Carolina nothing finer than a Black woman who climbs
To the top of the State building claiming that that flag is mine
Now, people on top of people, feels like we can't breathe
Put so much in this muthafucka, feel like we shouldn't leave
Put it on TV, put it in movies, put it in our face
These notions and ideas and citizens live in space
I chuckle just like all of y'all, absurdity, after all
Takes money to get it running and money for trees to fall
Imagine for one second all the people are colored, please
Imagine for one second all the people in poverty
No matter the skin tone, culture or time zone
Think the ones who got it
Would even think to throw you a bone?
Moved you out your neighbourhood, did they find you a home?
Nah cypher, probably no place to
Imagine if this shit was really talkin' about space, dude
Imagine if this shit was really talkin' about space, dude
Imagine if this shit was really talkin' about space, dude

Time to go left and not right
Gotta get it together forever
Gotta get it together for brothers
Gotta get it together for sisters
For mothers and fathers and dead niggas
For non-conformers, won't hear the quitters
For Tyson types and Che figures
Let's make somethin' happen, let's make somethin' happen
Let's make somethin' happen, let's make somethin' happen
Gotta get it together for brothers
Gotta get it together for sisters
For mothers and fathers and dead niggas
For non-conformists, one-hitter quitters
For Tyson types and Che figures
Make make make
Let's make somethin' happen, let's make somethin' happen
Let's make somethin' happen, let's make somethin' happen
Gotta get it together forever
Gotta get it together for brothers
Gotta get it together for sisters
For mothers and fathers and dead niggas
For non-conformists, one-hitter quitters
For Tyson types and Che figures
Let's make somethin' happen, let's make somethin' happen
Gotta get it together for brothers
Gotta get it together for sisters
For mothers and fathers and dead niggas
For non-conformists, one-hitter quitters
For Tyson types and Che figures
Make make make
Let's make somethin' happen, let's make somethin' happen
Let's make somethin' happen, let's make somethin' happen
Gotta get it together forever
Gotta get it together for brothers
Gotta get it together for sisters
For mothers and fathers and dead niggas
For non-conformists, one-hitter quitters
For Tyson types and Che figures
Let's make somethin' happen, let's make somethin' happen
Gotta get it together for brothers
Gotta get it together for sisters
For mothers and fathers and dead niggas
For non-conformists, one-hitter quitters
For Tyson types and Che figures
Make, make, make
Let's make somethin' happen, let's make somethin' happen
Let's make somethin' happen, let's make somethin' happen

The danger must be growing
For the rowers keep on rowing
And they're certainly not showing
Any signs that they are slowing!
"We're there!"
"Where?"
"Here!"
A small step for mankind
But a giant step for us
Oompa, loompa, doopa dee doo
I've got another puzzle for you


...
 To muse on the lyrical meanings with others online:
https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-the-space-program-lyrics

Monday, December 15, 2014

Desperation, "American Beauty"

I saw American Beauty for the first time this weekend at a house screening as a friend's guest. The person who chose the film explained it was "a classic", and another mentioned it was a "dramedy"--humor to be found in the absurdity of emotional extremes.

Desperation was a key theme to a lot of the behaviors that drew most of the snickers and laughter. If willing, conscientious choice is fundamental to dignity desperation then serves as its converse.

Example: an insecure suburban WASP mom archetype forces a smile and recites capitalistic mantras for success as her work in real estate continues to fail.

For those who rely on one belief or another as a way for finding self-worth and meaning in life, ridiculing desperation quickly skirts the line toward becoming a demeaning and disempowering act. It's mean-spirited if not cynical humor shrouded in the laurels of being an iconic film for mainstream U.S. Cinema.

It's also a negative feedback loop [here's a place better suited for diagrams than text]:
A desperate individual's chosen actions for self-preservation are demeaned when subject to ridicule (bullying). If it's vicious enough, giving up on the practice out of fear becomes a probable outcome, further reducing their choices for a willing existence.

Also, what happens when the topics and subjects of laughter are current and real for members of the audience?

For the sake of self-preservation, the characters are constructed to have little to no choice--they operate from a default stance of desperation--and as a result, little room for realizing dignity. The few who embody a glimpse of dignity are killed or kicked out from families unable to cope with the way their perception of the world unfolds around them.

It's not far from me either: what difference does it make if someone like me ascribes to outdated religious and moral codes like Bushido, or draw from Buddhism's principles, or Christianity's in the hopes that ancestors and family knew what how to cope with their reality in resilient grace?

The answer comes from asking another question I've overheard Cesar Gonzalez emphatically ask: What is the courageous choice?

The courageous choice doesn't involve choosing a particular religion for the sake of having to believe in--unless you have to. If one recognizes holes in any of the religious and spiritual frameworks above, it is courageous to forgo holding onto an ineffective and rigid belief for the sake of faith in oneself and one's capacity to engage the future by embracing the present.

As easy it is to write, that's a tall task for one, myself included, to instantaneously take to heart and keep.

Similarly, is it better to leave a familiar source of suffering for peace of mind or choose to endure it for the sake of seeking meaningful actions out of repetitious exposure?

Side note:
Circa 2011/2012 I adapted Hamilton's Rule from evolutionary biology:
(Relatedness * Benefits)-Costs >1 for altruistic behavior to be likely
as a way to roughly rank experiences with a film:
(Relevance x Benefits) - Costs > or = to 1 for a good film

If it's really relevant, and it benefits you in some way which outweighs the costs of cognitive/emotional/time/physical load, it's a good film.

Definition: good? I'll reference Aldo Leopold's characterization of good:
A thing tends to be good when it preserves the integrity and beauty of the human and biotic community.

American Beauty, at least on first impression, does almost the exact opposite. We find glimmers of hope in one or two individuals, not the community.

Originally I adopted the rule out of anger at Pan's Labyrinth--which takes viewers through a fantastical and terribly oppressive world, and the end reward for the audience is a glimpse of the protaganist entering eternal life as she leaves the rest of the real world behind to carry on in dystopic chaos. It was a disproportionate benefit and the movie left a bad taste...

Just as Pan's Labyrinth, American Beauty was a relatively disempowering film. Yes, grace in American Beauty could be found in the protagonist's moment of transcendent acceptance (to paraphrase: "there's so much beauty in the world, you just have to let it flow through you"), and two teenagers deciding to leave abusive households. However, the overwhelming chain of events in the film lead to negative and destructive fragmentation of many relationships and some resulting in killing. The reality depicted in the film echoes much of what we already see in the world or grow up with. The emotional impact calculus burdens the viewer with more vivid problems than they can engage or resolve, and the "one to many" nature of communicating content in film and television to large audiences more often than not makes it an isolating endeavor.

Honesty without humanity is brutality, to paraphrase...

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Shallow and disjointed observations from various films

During this holiday break, I've been privileged to lay back long enough to even see bits of a few movies, especially since my mum is a movie buff.  I offer you the following observations: 
  • Why is the newest Karate Kid movie about kung fu?




  • Mothra was a decent being and kept promises.

This last one is nit-picky, but some things need to be called out by ear:

  • There's an audio goof in the Bourne Identity. 
I'll explain.