Text: Neil van der Linden
Short Circuit
Gisèle Vienne/Katia Petrowick © Janiek Dam
Avantgarde and retrospection, that could be the theme of Short Circuit, a Holland Festival event filled with four performances created by favourites of the festival’s ‘Associate Artists’ Gisèle Vienne and Ryiuchi Sakamoto. The whole program ingeniously made use of the various spaces at ‘De School’, an abandoned school building that for a while was known for its alternative art events and audio-visual parties.
Gisèle Vienne herself made a choreography for performer Katia Petrowick. One of the former classrooms is dressed up as a sort of vintage disco, apparently during in the aftermath of a dance night, with garlands, crumbled drink cans and chips bags lying around on the floor. We hear loud music in the style of mid-eighties Detroit techno or the kind of music Alex Patterson of the Orb would play during after-parties; I remember great nights at Paradiso and Fuse/La Démence in Brussels. Petrowick enters and moves across the floor in slow motion, while the music still without metre. Knowing that the whole event is supposed to last three and a half hours, at first you could be inclined to ask yourself am I ready to attend this kind of things for such a long time, but soon the whole ambiance of performance takes over, and the music catches tempo.
As absurd as it may sound, a highlight is when the character on stage finds a leftover full bag of chips in a Lidl shopping bag and slowly opens it; the thud of the exploding bag being pressed open brings us back in real-time and becomes an almost frightening event.
The whole ambiance reminded me of the magnificent, ghastly movie Climax by Gaspar Noé, about a group of young French dancers having a farewell party before leaving for a US tour, which completely runs out of hands after somebody slips LSD into the drinks, with even mortal consequences, all this on fantastic vintage techno music. I imagined the performance to be the scene of the evening after the events in Climax unfolded.
Meanwhile the performer was about 10 metres away from the front row where I sat, yet the smell of the chips from the bag was penetrating. Also, this for a moment brought me back to the present; if we can inhale the smell chips at 10 metres, what about the aerosols we were afraid of during almost one and a half year? However, no reason to worry, everybody in the audience had to be tested for COVID19 prior to the event. Good to know.
The audience was guided through the performances in various orders. For my group, the evening concluded with a concert by J. Bonnet and Stephen F. O’Malley, performing on guitars and sundry electronic devices. I deliberately use the word sundry as that was the favourite word for pioneering seventies and eighties progressive rock guitarist Robert Fripp describing the instruments he used, and indeed his is the music I had to think of. Harmoniously rich, making use of all the possibilities of distortion, reverb and feedback, and loud. Other alternative rock influences I had to think of are Throbbing Gristle, Sonic Youth, and, talking about loud, the Irish ‘shoegazer music’ band My Bloody Valentine, who were notoriously loud; like with that one My Bloody Valentine concert I attended in Paradiso, I’m still a little deaf after yesterday’s performance, although a bit less deaf than then – time soothes.
The setting was in another former classroom, overlooking a dark seemingly quiet garden outside. But the building is located next to a ramp leading to the Amsterdam ringroad behind it and through the trees every five or six seconds the head- and taillights of cars could be seen, however as their noises were drown out by the sound produced on stage, the lights looked strangely tranquil. By then the three and a half hours had almost passed and you still found yourself glued in a chair absorbed by the whole event that otherwise might have looked like something you had all seen before.
Zen Garden © Janiek Dam
The two, both Japanese, performances in between were of no less ‘nostalgic’ interest. At first Yuko Mohri, who names Satie, Duchamp and Cage as her examples, especially as she shares their use of coincidental elements in music. She puts up small ‘sundry’ household objects dishes, pots, tins, attaching them to toylike mechanical and electric devices that create vibrations causing the objects to resonate. The resulting sounds are captured by directional microphones and transferred to an electromechanics device that play the keys of a piano. The playfulness and the loving care with which everything was carried out were a joy to watch. In the end the audience joined as the sound of the applause was also able to steer the piano keys. In between there was a viewing of a video of the zen gardens created by the artist Yuki Kawae.
Yuko Mohri © Janiek Dam
For the other Japanese performance, I would also like to name a reference. Tujiko Noriko’s single long song in which she accompanies her etheric voice singing in alternatingly English and Japanese sounded like slow-motion, softened down version of Walking on Thin Ice; if there was only one great example of Yoko Ono’s contribution to pop music to be named, it was that song. She and John Lennon concluded its recording of it in December 1980, the day that on their return from the recording studio John was murdered.
Tujiko Noriko © Tessa Bosma
This performance by Noriko, serenely standing next to her laptop in slowly shifting colours from the light installation, probably coincidentally, embodied something dramatic beyond its seemingly soothing sound.
Later in the Holland festival, the performance Kindertotenlieder will reunite Gisèle Vienne, Katia Petrowick and Stephen F. O’Malley, June 16 and 18, Westergasfabriek.
(And by chance the movie Climax is back in Amsterdam these days at LAB 111.)
Short Circuit, Yuko Mohri, Gisèle Vienne/Katia Petrowick, François J. Bonnet & Stephen F. O’Malley and Tujiko Noriko, and a video by Yuki Kawae, as part of the Holland Festival, De School building, Amsterdam, Saturday June the 12th
https://www.hollandfestival.nl/nl/programma/2021/short-circuit/
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