I comprise one quarter of the improv quartet
Oscillatorial Binnage. Last Thursday we played a short set at the
AMM book launch. Due to an alleged paucity of electricity sockets at the venue, it seemed an appropriate occasion to test drive an acoustic oddity I devised which I call a
bookophone.
A bookophone consists of a paperback book and a rod/pipe 'activator bow' of some description. The rod can be metal, plastic or lacquered wood, and it is drawn perpendicularly across the book's textblock in a bowing action. It produces acoustic pseudo-
shepard tones and, with some practice, a variety of barks and yelps can be produced.
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| Bookophone technique: A metal 'activator bow' is rubbed across the book |
The AMM event was one of the more off-the-wall performances of recent memory. The two new books being discussed that night were
Ben Watson's
Blake in Cambridge, and
1839: The Chartist Insurrection by David Black and Chris Ford, both books published by
Unkant. (Tangentially, whilst setting up the space, Ben Watson found convenience in my bookophone's 'activator bow' in liberating from the ceiling the Union Jack bunting left over from a Queen's Jubilee celebration some days earlier).
Interestingly, Watson chose to launch his own book by giving a platform to its critics who proceeded to denounce various aspects of its content, creating much debate (which also encompassed ventings on AMM's anti-academic stance). Watson - an expert in language-defying tone poetry and mega-freeform vocalistics - then encouraged Oscillatorial Binnage to acoustically ornament/mimic the ensuing debate, which was already agitated by Watson's occasional divergences into his hyperconfusing wordjazz. Electronics, crackleboxes, bean slicer, clarinet, squeaky toilet paper holder combo, harmonica and bookophone (among other things - mostly stuff found in bins) culminated in a noisome uproar. Regretfully, some of the younger people present did not at all enjoy the ultra-high pitched amplified blasts. (All recordings can be heard
here).
To change the subject slightly.... My shoes are always broken. Earlier that rainy, rainy day, I had been in the second-hand book basement of a King's Cross bookshop, trying to identify a louder £1 book for bookophone implementation (without actually compromising the shop's stock by bowing the book edges). Owing to a hole in my shoe, rainwater had made ingress to my sock, making an unpleasantly wet foot; an irritating feeling which distracted me and so impaired bookophonic sonic book judgement. Abandoning the search, inspiration made me hop to the British Library where strong plastic bags can be obtained - most convenient! There, I made myself a plastic sock to place inside my shoe thereby offering protection against the rainwater. This provided comfort, not just for the rest of the day, but for the next week too.
[Such a feet/feat of necessity is perhaps worthy of Vladimir Arkhipov's attention: specifically his
Home Made series of books cataloging folk artefacts borne of such necessity].
However, by the time the AMM book launch began, the plastic sock had started to smell really bad. There's an esoteric quirk of hygiene that sees unventilated feet turn odorous. Yet by the unpremeditated combining of the bookophone sounds with the 'British Library bag-sock' footsmell generator, I had fused both scent and sound into a new emission-sensation. However, the other members of
Oscillatorial Binnage were undecided and mildly dismissive of it. I did wonder what the academics and anti-academics would make of this multi-faceted concept-fusion of bookophonics, British Library bag-socks, bad odour twinned with questionable bookwhine sonics... It is probably too irrelevant or 'lumpenproletarianesque' to even contemplate.
