Scientists at SONY CSL Research Laboratory have created the first-ever entire songs composed by Artificial Intelligence: Mister Shadow. What was the inspiration behind the writing? We can only wonder. Welcome to the future!
Mutable Sound has been kind enough to release this masterpiece of a science fiction novel soundtrack on the anniversary of its conception one wintry thanksgiving close to twenty years ago when Boyer and Felder found me in my apartment huffing on half-smoked cigarettes from out my artificial skull ash tray while I did snorts of warmed bourbon and pontificated on the wonders of psychoplasmetic meletetics and its many impossible offspring. The Textbook Tapes comes from way back before we gave up on considering the future as a place that might happen, and we believed that whatever it is we are doing right now is the most epic thing that’s ever been done ever. It features such notable hits as Wormdog, and Fugitive Whore, but my own personal favorite will always be Metal Teeth: “Worms connect using metal teeth / You find your thoughts all lost in a bed / Pampered in my own eyes / Grown a slit in my own head.” Yes, we were living in the future then, but it’s nothing like how the future’s turned out to be.
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September 18th, 2016
Letter from the Editor
The Internet, Hyperobjects, and the Artifice of Me Gabriel Chad Boyer
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In this age of cultural criticism, punditry, general micro-blogging and endless gaffes, shock, and outrage on the internet and beyond—although mostly on the internet, perhaps in part because it’s a place that exists nowhere, like the Na-koja-abad of muslim mysticism, the Persian term for utopia, which literally means, “the place that exists nowhere”—but also because it is currently the primary means through which we interact with our society and also the average American’s primary means for self-expression in general. This bodiless heaven, where we can instantly and immediately be gratified of any unbodily need we have while our actual bodies fester in the increasing hell of our actual room, is an interiority exposed and the internal uploaded into the closest our technology has come to mind, with servers as stand-ins for the more mundane ganglia of people and people as stand-ins for the more mundane mind of the masses.
Sorry, Kale Drinkers: Trump’s Rampage Isn’t a Resurgence of American Bigotry or a Reichstag Fire—The Problem’s Less Sexy, More Fundamental
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[Thalatta Twice is a website dedicated to comparing contemporary events to antiquity. The below is one of their posts. You can follow Mutable's own Gabriel Boyer for more Trump coverage here.]
The Praetorians, apprehensive that, in this private contract, they should not obtain a just price for so valuable a commodity, ran out upon the ramparts; and, with a loud voice, proclaimed that the Roman world was to be disposed of to the best bidder by public auction.
Falling Boxes is the product of a summer spent in a circle making sounds with drums and boom sticks and piano and keyboard and recorder and harmonica and meshing all these sounds together into a single larger hodge podge of sound. It is a collaboration of very different hands and a chaos only barely twisted into a variety of shapes. Mutable’s own Gabriel Boyer worked with the men and woman at Outside the Lines Studio to record covers from the distant past and the recent present, as well as extended freak-outs that sometimes went nowhere, but every once in a while went somewhere amazing! This is a sound collage of raw material and it is yet another unusual weird-o masterpiece, with all proceeds going to the Outside the Lines Studio!
So here’s a person without cares within the larger care-riddled world, and this person then takes on certain responsibilities. This person is known to have a very irresponsible outlook on life, and this person readily accepts a situation in which being careful and watchful are necessary requirements. This person moves a person they care most about in the world from her familiar environment and off to another less familiar environment. This person has the best of intentions, and we know how those can be paved to build roads that lead to places far from heaven. This is where we are now. It’s called Boston.
As we continue with our project to convert all audio product to free download, we have chosen a truly revolutionary synthesis of experimental electronica and noise art. Other Occasions Not Minded is the product of a collaboration between Lineland’s Malcolm Felder and Crank Sturgeon. “I wanted something that breaks from the peaceful, wordless universe of Lineland, something more meandering and experimental.” Felder says, “Collaborating with Matt seemed like an exciting way to do that. Though it seems our approach is at opposite ends of the spectrum, there is a humanness to his brand of noise that I love, and working with his material was immense fun.” The album they’ve crafted bridges noise, melody, spoken word, and electronica, creating a world of music that can be at times infectious, at times challenging, at times funny, and at times sublime.
And now, this album is available for free download here. Be sure to keep checking in as we continue to make each and every one of our Mutable albums free!
November 13th, 2015
The Untitled Michael Lewy Luther Phillips
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Michael Lewy’s art exists in spaces that are often bare of even desolation, and utilizes common usually office-related objects to then re-interpret or re-examine them in an abstractified way. There is something very etherealized and conceptualizing about his CGI interpretations of office environments and other equally meaningless spaces, and something appealing too, but my favorite of Lewy’s works always have some sort of story to them—a simple image that suggests some larger story we are missing or a video project that is much about the back-story of his trapped minuscule double for example. (I am thinking of the video projection piece in the City of Work series, that gives us a glimpse of a minuscule Lewy in a CGI workplace dealing with his solitude poorly.)
But my favorite example of Lewy’s abilities as a filmmaker is a newer piece, Bigfoot Island—featured below—in which the striking juxtaposition of virtual space invading real space is then flopped on its head when that ubiquitous tiny Lewy slips inside a hole in his floor to go exploring in a world that can at times be bright and almost psychedelic and at times has a very Edward Gorey feel.
Lewy’s filmwork reminds me a little bit of all kinds of different directors—the purposeful artificiality of Wes Anderson, the slow-mo shots at the beginning of Melancholia, the blatant artifice in films like Eyes Wide Shut and The Ninth Gate, and the supernatural emptiness so characteristic of David Lynch. What these films share, and what is true of Lewy’s work specifically, is a black comedy / lighthearted horror with at its core this very blatant artifice—when the characters in Twin Peaks begin suddenly shaking, when in Eyes Wide Shut, Tom Cruise picks up a newspaper and the headline, after a very near run-in with death, says, “LUCKY TO BE ALIVE”. It’s a joke where no one is laughing not even the artist, but one in which we all sit back and calmly appreciate the profound beauty of this horrific gag.
Mutable Sound is an online gallery for sound and word located in Chicago, IL. We are dedicated to publishing works in all genres, from the dense and inextricable to the light-hearted and absurd, and release albums that are experiments more than anything else, without being particularly experimental. We also record a weekly podcast and organize events of a more intimate nature. Contact us at firstname.lastname@example.org.
We’re always looking for submissions. However, these days our manuscript bin is a little overfull. Feel free to send us content to throw up on the web site, but we won’t be considering full-length manuscripts until January, 2013, assuming we haven’t all gone up in flames as our Mayan friends predict. We are also very much still looking for music. You can send your cd-rs to:
1690 Mississippi Ave
Eugene, OR 97403