Showing posts with label drums. Show all posts
Showing posts with label drums. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Dreyblatt on Vimeo

Arnold Dreyblatt Ensemble, Excerpts from NBK Video, Berlin 2009 from Arnold Dreyblatt on Vimeo.



Arnold Dreyblatt: The Orchestra of Excited Strings, New York, 1991 from Arnold Dreyblatt on Vimeo.



Arnold Dreyblatt & The Orchestra of Excited Strings, Petöfi Csarnok, Budapest, October, 1985 from Arnold Dreyblatt on Vimeo.



Arnold Dreyblatt, the America-born, Germany-based Minimalist composer has got himself a Vimeo account. Dreyblatt's 80s and 90s works with the Orchestra of Excited Strings and his various other ensembles are notable for puting just-intonation tunings into some pretty novel rhythmic frameworks. When I first got turned on to this stuff I was rocking Otha Turner's drum and fife music pretty deep as well as Tony Conrad's Early Minimalism, so stumbling on to Dreyblatt via Matt Carlson was pretty serendipitous.

The vids' feature some of Dreyblatt's innovative instruments and playing methods including what appears to be a JI clavier you play with lil' mallets, lots of contrabass harmonics, a fucked looking high-hat, and a tympani-as-floor-tom deal for the drummer in the Bang on a Can performance. Not a lot of JI music you can get down to, even if it's more hoedown than house.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Oregon Painting Society







With Operative, I always feel like I'm chasing the Oregon Painting Society artistically, but am just about a hundred steps behind. The performance/installation group includes some of the visual artists I admire most in town and their work touches on some of top topics: New Age deconstruction, Motown, 90s "occulture", Terrence McKenna, stand-up comedy, Masonic conspiracies, Lynch, and that nebulous genre of movement-and-multimedia art fusion. They are my favoritist in town and, apparently, the PDX arts world doesn't think they're too shabby, neither.

True to the creepy, Suspiria-esqe nature of their workings, I was hit by a car while riding my bike after their Devil's Night rite (see first two photos), just a few months ago. I emerged almost entirely unscathed. What does the spirit-world want me to know?