Jennifer Walsche + Tony Conrad, Issue Project Room, Nov. 10th, 2009
Two autoharps.
Two mixers.
Two violins, one with custom bridge and strings.
Loop pedal.
AutoTune.
A five-year-old girl's liminal slipping in and out of a pleasant, pastoral, and horrific nightmare and wish-fulfillment of fucking her father. The crowd of an anxious voice at the standing out of transiences and robotic vowels, and the loose strands of success woven as failure. After the constituent tone and tuning suffer hand mutes, deliberate gestures and accidental clusters. What would reside in memory as a yodel, a hiccup and a confession.
Two mixers.
Two violins, one with custom bridge and strings.
Loop pedal.
AutoTune.
A five-year-old girl's liminal slipping in and out of a pleasant, pastoral, and horrific nightmare and wish-fulfillment of fucking her father. The crowd of an anxious voice at the standing out of transiences and robotic vowels, and the loose strands of success woven as failure. After the constituent tone and tuning suffer hand mutes, deliberate gestures and accidental clusters. What would reside in memory as a yodel, a hiccup and a confession.
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