I woke up this morning and I put on my shoes, I cut my hair and looked right in the mirror, and I looked right at myself and myself looked right back at me, I went into my kitchen and I sat down on my breakfast table and I had my breakfast. It was delicious. I walked out my front door and walked on the same street that I walked on for the last 15 years of my life. It was my street, my shoes, walking on my pavement. There was one thing that was different.

Perpetual.

하늘을 우러러 보았을때 모든것이 하얗게 변했고
회색의 잿더미가 회오리로 돌아가고
태양은 사라지고 내 몸은 느껴지지 않고 더 이상 숨은 쉬지 않게 되고
똑같은 시간 똑같은 장소 똑같은 사람들 어디론지 사라졌고
세상이 반으로 갈라졌을때 이 느낌은 설명할수 없는 이 혼돈은 어떻게 해야하는지 어디로 가야하는지 누구에게 물어바야 하는지

The same birds, the same trees, everything was exactly the same. The same cars, the same neighborhood, the same neighbors, everybody said hello just like usual. Everything was the same, but then, something was really off, something was really really off. I asked myself, what is it, what is going on today that\’s different than every other day. Oh, my god, I know what it is. I read it in the paper, I saw it on TV, Oh, Shit, oh, shit, I know what it is.

It is a song inspired by Michelle Bachelet, current president of Chile. The narrator of the song, however, is situated in the future, the day of Bachelet’s funeral ceremony, year 2037. He looks back in time to some of the events in her life: before becoming president (her father was killed by the secret service of Pinochet and she herself was tortured after the military coup,) and after becoming president (when the right wing started a “fear and terror” campaign and started a Boycott against her, just like what happened in the early seventies with the previous socialist president democratically elected in Chile, Salvador Allende.)
It’s a song that protest against the Latin American privileged classes who start economic and politic domestic dirty wars in order to create the sensation of chaos, and thus, destroy any political movement that may put their privileges at risk.
In politics the same evil things happen from time to time, it is almost like I movie that we have seen before and plays over and over again. It is a song that suggests that History is circular.

VOLVER AL FUTURO-BACK TO THE FUTURE

Walking around the neighborhood
Near Central Station, pealing
From the belfry
The bell was pealing
For whom do you toll bell?
Has her heart been honored yet?
For whom does the cannon blow?
It was imprinted in paper
When you broke the law
Of the intelligence agent
Of the agent who sliced you
Now I remember when
They called the general boycott
You tottered with the weight
Of the key of power!
For whom do the children cry?
Has her heart been honored yet?
For whom does the cannon blow?
I look at time
You spoke for the lives
Of the mothers and the oppressed
That was hard labor
For whom do the children cry?
Has her heart been honored yet?
For whom does the cannon blow?
It was imprinted in paper
When you broke the law
Of the people
Of the people who sliced you

This is an original song by Vanessa Boyd and performed by Vanessa Boyd & Co., recorded in NYC 2007

Kyle Marshall on bass
Dave Rich on drums

You can dominate the world the way they dominate you with their laws and their guns and their Bibles in view, you can dominate your kids the way you dominate your wife, with your money and your dick and your righteous pride…

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A whimsical children’s tale of hope, empowerment, and progressive change through action.

An irony-laden folk tune sung from the perspective of those who argue that we need to restrict our civil liberties for security reasons.

anaphora
This unaccompanied solo utilises hitherto untapped resources of the human voice. In achieving
this, the central concern in this work was, in the words of the composer,” to maintain a sense of
coherence that would carry through the procedure of kaleidoscopic change”. In addition,
Edgerton refers to the “convention of repetition at phrase inception” employed by
Shakespeare in Richard II.This not only comprises the constant variation of a single germinal idea
(in this case the gamut of emotions expressed by John of Gaunt for the England he loved)
but the dramatic effect of repetition itself. Silence between the repetitions functions as the
space in which the sound lives.Thus, rather than segregating the repetitions, the pauses maintain
a subtle and cohesive impetus throughout.The innate pathos of the work seems to derive
from the archaic symbols that embody primal emotions that are integral to the piece.A high
degree of intensity is generated, often where dynamics are quieter.The listener is compelled to look
inward, to respond rather than to project, and to become aware of the multiplicity of events that
occur within a single sound.

-Paul Renan Zelezniak

On Jan 25, 2002 Alberto Gonzalez sent a memo to Mr. George Bush justifying, in effect, torture. In this performance, two female seductresses, whisper/speak the Gonzalez memo as if she were in bed, next to her lover’s ear. This memo was sent in order to classify and define what was or was not toture, including “ … physical torture” must be equivalent in intensity to the pain accompanying serious physical injury, such as organ failure, impairment of bodily function, or even death.
For a cruel or inhuman psychological technique to rise to the level of mental torture … the psychological harm must last “months or even years”.

This piece is intended to not only address the war crimes of the Bush administration, but also to focus a light on the media and its sinister methods designed to manufacture the consent to a largely uncritical public.

Under and above the two female voices (Poppy Brewer & Aden Eike) is the voice of Merdan Kadyrov.

In total, this piece is about 13m30 in length

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Oh my friend, where is this show coming from?
We will find our way underground, down below!
Oh my friend, what is this all about who knows?
We will make our move to the space, up above!
We won`t cry, we will not cry,
for death is certain and we all must die!
Oh my friend I will keep on flying across the space as long as I know-People are lying!
Don`t cry, don`t cry
We will not cry!
We must find new way!

Song by BITS

“Catapult the Propaganda”