Keith ROWE (b.1940) and Graham LAMBKIN
Over C [12:00]
Making A [15:15]
Wet B [15:15]
Keith Rowe (contact mic/objects/field recordings)
Graham Lambkin (contact mic/objects/room)
rec. 2013, Empty Stage Studios, Poughkeepsie, New York, USA. DDD
ERSTWHILE RECORDS 067 [42:30]
Collaboration is a complicated beast, and failed
species come a dime a dozen. It is not enough that both collaborators’
voices are heard in equal measure, though even that seemingly simple
conceit doesn’t occur as often as might be expected. Many collaborative
efforts feature a dominant performer while the other takes the proverbial
back seat to the music’s detriment. The best situations arise
when the combined artistry and all its attendant elements produce a
third voice, a combination that adds up to more than the sum of its
component parts.
Making A marks the first time these two contemporary music veterans
have worked together, and its remarkable success is attributable to
the merging of styles to create a narrative that transcends each artist’s
unique and well-developed musical language.
MusicWeb International readers may not be familiar with the New York-based
Erstwhile label, but since the turn of the millennium, it has been fostering
just this type of fruitful collaboration in a genre very loosely, and
controversially, labeled Electroacoustic Improvisation, or EAI, a topic
to be discussed at greater length in a forthcoming label feature. For
now, think of EAI as mixing a distant relation to John Cage’s
post-1950 music, where contact microphones explore minute sounds in
detail, with the work of Alvin Lucier, where characteristics of an environment
are exposed. Many of the pivotal releases in this genre, and on Erstwhile,
have included Keith Rowe. Since he began to play guitar on a tabletop
in the middle 1960s during his long tenure with the ensemble known as
AMM, slowly dismembering the instrument and incorporating all manner
of devices into his sonic arsenal, he has redefined the roles of guitarist,
improviser, composer and musician in more ways than the scope of this
review will encompass. This, however, is the first release where not
a note of guitar is heard. Instead, he employs field recordings and
contact microphones to capture the timbres of his drawing and sketching
up close, as Rowe has always been equally interested in visual and sonic
arts. Graham Lambkin shares Rowe’s diversity, fusing the visual
arts and sound recordings in his own work. It was his 2007 album Salmonrun
that first caught Rowe’s attention, and the collaboration took
place in early 2013 at Lambkin’s Poughkeepsie New York residence.
There are no notes provided, so the ear and mind are left free to interpret.
On one level, the disc presents a straightforward sound-picture of Rowe’s
journey to New York, capturing ambiences of the airport, a plane flight
and the house where he and Lambkin recorded together. Yet, as the rolled
suitcases, airport announcements and passers-by dissolve into the droning
sounds of flight as the first of the three long pieces proceeds, the
ever-changing sound of drawing implement in motion becomes apparent.
Those rustlings, broad strokes and refined shadings form the one constant
throughout the disc’s changing environments and craggy soundscapes.
The first track, with the possibly punning title “Over C”,
is a freely fantastic distillation of the plane trip, replete with stacked
recurrences and jump-cut switches in perspective similar to those found
on Lambkin’s collaborations with sound artist Jason Lescaleet.
The subsequent two tracks may comprise similar procedures, but they’re
more serene, any juxtaposition rooted deep in the mundanities of what
Rowe, in titling his first solo album, called A Dimension of Perfectly
Ordinary Reality. The room sound pervades everything, and it’s
only at the beginning of “Wet B” that a wild sonic intrusion
from the past occurs. Is that a plane’s lavatory in royal flush?
It is easy to catalogue what is being heard. I’m now confronted
with a dilemma similar to those first attempting to find language suitable
for describing the innovations of late Beethoven: how is it possible
to make sense of such powerful abstraction that isn’t really abstraction
at all? My own method is to look for unity, the unity inherent in the
diversity of everyday sound as it is presented here. Despite the multitudinous
timbres from which these soundscapes are constructed, there is a pervading
stillness throughout, a meditative quality that not even the jarring
airport announcements can dispel. The open and closed drone of plane
and room are captured in such a way that comparison is both unavoidable
and quite natural. My attention is continuously drawn to timbral length
and contrast, so that the sound of gently running water complements
the slow drag and patient percussives of what sounds like utensil on
pottery. Even the flushing sounds, stacked in steps during the first
track’s conclusion, soothe instead of simply stimulating. When
the vast crinklings of the second track dissolve into liquid silence
at its end, we get the closest thing to a climax in the whole 42 minutes.
Through it all, like the commentaries in Boulez’s Marteau Sans
Maître, Rowe’s intricate drawing encapsulates each environment.
Like a magician, he conjures sounds in and out of existence by emulating
and offsetting them, his strokes in perfect tune with a passing car,
the slowly changing resonances of Lambkin’s room recordings, each
drop of water as its delicate rhythms and pitches echo slightly and
fade. His efforts lead to a few expressions of human travail along the
way, these vocal utterances taking the place of the fleeting skin-on-string
guitar notes gracing previous projects, such as last year’s stunning
September.
Perhaps, beyond all else, Making A is a study in the encapsulation
of passing time. As in much music that post-dates Walter Ruttman’s
pioneering film piece Wochenende of 1930, sounds are highlighted,
becoming larger than life in cinematic fashion, drawing attention to
each other, but they are presented in stark opposition for more conventional
musical effect. Here, an additional layer is added, so that a large
chunk of time is dissected, laid bare in detail even as it seems to
go by without interruption. With each listen, new levels of detail and
relationship emerge as something as simple as a space reveals its internal
workings, the lives passing through it, and the resonances that reflect
its structure, history and evolution. This music is as intricate as
it is straightforward, and like Berg’s Wozzeck, its developmental
devices are concealed beneath the effortless mastery of sound and narrative
at music’s heart.
Marc Medwin