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I was late for the show, since I had to wait for the delivery guy.
I copied the directions from the ShoboShobo newsletter and headed to the Metro. As I’m standing on the platform, a guy starts playing Beethoven’s Ninth on an accordion. He was actually really good, so I wasn’t sure if I was enjoying it or suffering. It felt like both.
Today’s show was in L’école Estienne at 18, Boulevard Auguste Blanqui. I got there an hour late and discovered that it is an Art School. I felt right at home. With my broken French, I managed to get directions from the information desk. Basically, down the hall, outside and across the courtyard, back inside and then every stairway you can find until you hear musique japonaise electronique.
It was in the sweltering bowels of the basement, and filled with (please, let your olfactory imagination run free here) sweaty teenaged French art students.
I had missed Lozi, from Nagoya Japan, who had done an electronic music and video performance. I got there in the middle of Kloma’s presentation of printed banners, looking like something Escher would have done if he had been Japanese. Fractal Chrysanthemums and such.
The best part was the translation. Kloma spoke Japanese to a Japanese/French student, who then discussed the terminology with a French student who spoke to the crowd. Other bilingual students in the audience yelled out their interpretations occasionally. BUT, whenever they got confused, everyone switched to English. So, the only times I really understood what was going on was when no one else did.
Kloma spoke for about an hour, then switched places with Anagma (pronounced enigma). He ran the slides for her show and she did live mixing of video for his show.
Anagma played a 15 minute long piece that started off as audio interference, then mixed in white noise, so there was oscillating harmonics under a soft hissing. The video was mostly black and white Moire patterns, which tricked the eye into seeing swirling colors seemingly floating just in front of the screen. Kloma was actually mixing feeds from 2 DVD players and a miniCam.
Anagma says there will be mp3s on his site soon. I know a few friends that might like it. Kinda like John Cage playing with Repeatophile.

I copied the directions from the ShoboShobo newsletter and headed to the Metro. As I’m standing on the platform, a guy starts playing Beethoven’s Ninth on an accordion. He was actually really good, so I wasn’t sure if I was enjoying it or suffering. It felt like both.
Today’s show was in L’école Estienne at 18, Boulevard Auguste Blanqui. I got there an hour late and discovered that it is an Art School. I felt right at home. With my broken French, I managed to get directions from the information desk. Basically, down the hall, outside and across the courtyard, back inside and then every stairway you can find until you hear musique japonaise electronique.
It was in the sweltering bowels of the basement, and filled with (please, let your olfactory imagination run free here) sweaty teenaged French art students.
I had missed Lozi, from Nagoya Japan, who had done an electronic music and video performance. I got there in the middle of Kloma’s presentation of printed banners, looking like something Escher would have done if he had been Japanese. Fractal Chrysanthemums and such.
The best part was the translation. Kloma spoke Japanese to a Japanese/French student, who then discussed the terminology with a French student who spoke to the crowd. Other bilingual students in the audience yelled out their interpretations occasionally. BUT, whenever they got confused, everyone switched to English. So, the only times I really understood what was going on was when no one else did.
Kloma spoke for about an hour, then switched places with Anagma (pronounced enigma). He ran the slides for her show and she did live mixing of video for his show.
Anagma played a 15 minute long piece that started off as audio interference, then mixed in white noise, so there was oscillating harmonics under a soft hissing. The video was mostly black and white Moire patterns, which tricked the eye into seeing swirling colors seemingly floating just in front of the screen. Kloma was actually mixing feeds from 2 DVD players and a miniCam.
Anagma says there will be mp3s on his site soon. I know a few friends that might like it. Kinda like John Cage playing with Repeatophile.
