LA MUSIQUE OCCIDENTALE S'OXYDE UN PEU
Pictures by Alexandre Berquin
and Bernard Bousquet
Performance, 10mn
Sound poetry, stage costume with ears, fabric "baby", sound composition, electric guitar, amplifier, hair clippers
"The artist is a mystical entity with obscure concerns. His favorite pastime is designing.
He spends most of his days performing a dubious creative process with his appendages serving as fingers.
Alone in his room, the artist wonders about the legitimacy of his music; how to extract a symphony from a mass of sounds?
How to exist when his grotesque creation is incomparable to the great figures of Western music?
He invites you to come and answer these questions with him during this unusual performance".
This performance questions the writing system of Western music, the traumas linked to learning music theory and to a very elitist environment in music school. Inspired by my experience in electroacoustic composition at the conservatory, this performance is an ode to impulsive music. Everything goes through it: pulsating tinnitus, mathematics of music and electroacousticians in full enjoyment on Pierre Henry.
Inspired by Jean-Yves Jouannais' theoretical treatise "Idiocy", I like to embody the artist in a satyric way.
By interpreting the artist as a grotesque character, I place myself as an allegorical figure and question my relationship to the spectator.
By maintaining the image of a lazy marginalized person I denounce in a caricatural way the myths maintained around the creator, while confronting this entity to the public. A being with the absurd and unsuccessful search, ready to do anything to obtain the recognition of the others.
"Alors on parle de talent mais non c'est de la théorie
de la spéculation
d'ailleurs l’étymologie du mot théorie
C'est spéculation, une spéculation spéculatoire
Donc le talent, la théorie
Mon prof au conservatoire, spéculatoire
y ma dit
tu es fou de quitter ta formation
pour faire de la scène
tu gâches ton avenir
et ton talent
et ta profession
mais moi j'ai pas de talent
et j'aime pas travailler
mon seul talent
c'est de crier
très fort
et très longtemps
et très aigu
J'ENCUUUUUUUUUUUULE PIERRE HENRY
ET JE DETEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESTE XENAKIS
Et tous ces académiciens qui se croient décadents
décacadents
Avec leur branlette intellectuelle
Et leurs acousmoniums, j'en peux plus de leurs acousmoniums
Ou ça s'extasie sur des sons qui tournent
Ah, ça va a droiiiiiiiite
Ah, ça va a gauuuuuuuuuuuche
Oh oui, pousse moi ce potarrrrrrrrrd à fond
Ouh le frisson multicanal !
Je vais t'en donner du canal moi
Je vais vous la faire bouffer votre musique canalisée
Bonne pour le caniveau
Savez La musique
c'est pulsatile
comme mes acouphènes"
