Maria Alighourchi
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The Future of American Music
Listening Report 8
Pauline Oliveros
Dan Harpole Cistern
The clip “Dan Harpole
Cistern” by Pauline Oliveros with Goddard is to me a short film with a lot of
eerie elements, most prominently the echoes. But perhaps I should start with
the scenery.
The scenery – an abandoned
sort of underground room or catacombs, evokes a creepy atmosphere that comes
with a thrill. The first few minutes of the clip feel like a “behind the
scenes” video where everyone prepares for the actual recording. The ladder in
the middle of the picture, leading to white, bright light entrails me to only
focus my eyes on this particular object. The voice, or more so the echoes of
the people around the recorded video that are not visible, are the crucial
reason why the scenery seems so eerie. The voices allow a pre-melody to enter
the room, a introduction of the singers voice that follows later. Without the
echoed voices, in the beginning, and the chuckling and breathing of the camera
women, the tape would not have the same magic atmosphere.
The whole time, without me
knowing, these small melodies, escaping each person, create a suspenseful
feeling. The suspense grows bigger, the longer I regard the ladder with my
utmost interest. While watching, what I fist thought to be a “making of” video,
I slowly realize that I am actually listening and looking at the work itself.
The art of recording a music video, the art of the echoed voices who are as enthralled
as I am, watching from outside. After a few minutes, I felt like I am the woman
holding the camara and filming the singer, filming the people around, also being
a part of the making, the creating. That my quite voice would also echo,
swirling together with the others.
When the singer enters through
climbing down the ladder, it seems as if an angel has been sent to the
underworld itself, to pay a long visit to Hades. Her singing is hypnotizing and
somber at the same time, carrying the interpretation of a fallen angel with
her. The unoriented camara swings, only to contribute to the sense of being
lost, puzzledly seeking a way out of the dark underworld.
However, through the other
people who are entering and exiting the frame of the video, flashlights in
their hand, not knowing if there are the staff for the video or if they are
actors who are purposefully part of the story, the magic breaks. The magic of
regarding a perfectly recorded music
video breaks, since I am in fact not watching the finished edit of a tape but
everything that is connected to recording one – which has a very different
magic to it.
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