miguel a. garcía / valentina vuksic

contact and connection
no previous map
the paths of electrons
magnets re: act

hard shell unhinged
on audio within
tables rumble
off the roof again

memories in boxes
a tangled exchange
micrometer and mile
resonate our aims


first memory :::::::::: second memory :::::::::: third memory

. . .

miguel
xedh

valentina
zeromoon

tzesne > mastering
raúl dominguez > graphics
eskerrik asko / hvala / gracias / thanks

e M B A R K E R

eMBARKER
is the project of Michael Roy Barker.

eMBARKER burns electronic waveforms
that splinter like porcupines rolled out by a steamroller.
Circuits in collision,
improvisations for post-ADHD living.

Sound-tracked video lives from the lost and found.
Audio obsessions. Experiments and interactions with found media.
Rewound and repurposed audioscapes that disassemble and challenge mainstream media identities. Frenetic offerings to alternative paths of thought and action.

Movements on the fractured table via live electronic interface.
>sweat >sparks >sound.
Modular synths, radical routing and vox processing.
Clamped strings and black boxes
> bent/retooled.

Multiples and mutations gathered to form a monophonic signal.
A singular voice.


I α

I β

II


eMBARKER has released a CD of found answering machine tapes on Heresee Records and a compilation of found video on Sendhelp.

s h o u t o u t s ! S h a r k s W i t h W i n g s ! W e t C e m e n t !
T h e G e o r g e S t e e l t o e E n s e m b l e !

BOB BELLERUE : Rainbow Luthiers of the Dusk

Rainbow Luthiers of the Dusk

City of angels native son and maker of noise Bob Bellerue has transplanted his noise culture to Eastern shores and now traverses Brooklyn blocks. He performs solo, works as a duo with Raven Chacon as KILT, and collaborates far and wide including projects with Telecult Powers, Tecumseh, Francisco Meirino and Smegma.

Leaving an indelible mark on the Los Angeles scene through his music and by founding the performance space Il Corral, he encouraged experimental musicians by providing a safe haven for their atypical endeavors.

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This track is built around a core Supercollider patch which Bob has been elaborating upon since 2001, along with 4 guitar pedals, a tube mic pre-amp, hollow body guitar, 14" spring reverb, loose guitar pickup, 2 radios, AM radio transmitter, 2 mixers, and 2 guitar cabinets.

"As a composer and performer, I'm less interested in a predictable journey through notated and pre-known paths of sound; I have my plans, but I'm more motivated by the slimmest sense I can achieve of rediscovering the material in the moment of sound making. Some times this comes from sudden changes of knob twiddling, or arranging my equipment in a slightly different way than I normally do, or listening from the other side of the room. External forces can be incorporated, accepted as part of the cosmos that is the sound. It may be more of a "sound happening" than a composition - setting up a situation with captured energy and seeing where it goes when you let it loose, more energy focused on listening to what is happening in the moment, rather than spewing my pre-digested masterpiece over a deaf, dumb and dead world. I'm not always a bombast, but I do have a morbid compulsion towards activating the gut through energy, and that is one way to activate my higher capacities as they say, or, the way to my heart is through oscillating my innards. I don't generally work via compositional theories, but poetic / revolutionary ones - be yourself, keep it radical, don't wait for anyone's permission, do things the wrong way, listen to what is outside of your object(ive), don't follow every idea until they return twice or more to you, change the envelope, bring half your gear and make something happen, paraphrase the same Cage quote as often as possible ("a mistake is merely an inability to keep up with the present moment"), practice, improvise, mix it up, be brave and righteous, set your world on fire. Like I said, I have my plans, but I am often pouring piss and vinegar on them, and charring them in the fire of experience." -B.B.

halfnormal

w x O x O x D x Y : S x U x L x L x E n D x E x R

WHISPERING SPECTRES

Black box installation consisting of a custom quad system with
LIVE active filtered FM radio signals.

"These radio signals are being passed through many band pass filters, a type of equalizer that allows a small range of frequencies through while attenuating frequencies outside of this range.
In effect, most of the audio signal is “erased” except for a narrow band of frequencies. The whispers highlight small, hidden musical moments that are occurring on FM radio, but are usually rendered inaudible by other elements in the sound." -W.S.

JORDON SCHRANZ: cajas negras de las cruces

Jordon Schranz on mission, out from the Tigerasylum, running under desert skies to cross a continent and return to Brooklyn haunts.

With travels to tHE eASTERN sEABOARD on his mind,
Mr. Schranz artfully folds the body of a double bass
into a number of small black boxes.
With experience he evades random road blocks.
Outside the limits of Las Cruces, New Mexico,
a detour suggests itself around white sands, radium springs.
As the sun begins its rise, he reorients the far horizon.

The mountain range is not an illusion.
Quivers are loaded with the newly notched.
Swapping in and out of pinstripes, a camouflage of sorts,
he migrates east to walk solo alongside expanses of asphalt.
The dry air tracing back gold dusted trails near the dew line.

History and the water table shifts, a sudden rumble below our feet.
This seepage is inevitable despite attempts at civil engineering.
Currents shift crosslength to create patterns in the depths.
With guidance from the Black Saints, paths are revealed in the darkness.
Temporary rivers roll, extending their fingers
Sun baked brick bounces a question mark off steel glass towers.
Heatwaves carry a nOISE tRACK on the wind.
Travails to challenge the general dynamics of industrial reasoning.

Whence he crossed an arroyo, where once was parched,
a river now flows forth.
Copper canyons, echos of erosion
A raw wind, carrying the memory of rain.