#experimental performance

[yellowmanula]

Welcome to the Machine Xavier Catchot, Roger Pibernat As the creators described it: "meatbags & AI"

A truly brilliant performance at the International Conference on Live Coding, Barcelona 2025 — referencing the dystopian Pink Floyd track and reinterpreting it through the lens of Human-Machine Co-Creativity theory.

Using the live coding software SuperCollider and AI (by inputting prompts), the artists co-created a unique performance together with the machine. Musically, it leaned toward algorave (techno), but also featured some humorous elements:

At one point, the AI declares: "Mortals, kneel before the Goddess of Algorave!"

[black-whole]

Butch Morrise collaborating with Senga Nengudi

[miamaimania]

Mark Mothersbaugh of DEVO (1977) by Ruby Ray - A tangle of wires and knobs transforms the guitar into an experimental sound machine.

[jetleparti]

I made some poems about America; this one, recorded, is called Ramble.

[postpunkindustrial]

Hanatarish - Cock Aktion VHS

Hanatarish was a first wave Japanese experimental/noise band and first musical project of Boredoms founder Yamatsuka Eye.

Cock Aktion is a document of their explosive and very dangerous for the audience live show. Definetly worth a watch.

You can get it from my Google Drive HERE

[jewelrydocument]

Macabre Gadgets

Via @macabregadgets

[planforsolitude]

Shuji Terayama Ori, 1964

[dulcevenganzaa]

if u think about it europe tour leg was a dipping their toes in back to performance, improvisation….north america was a sandbox for experimentation, show a little leg here, let’s try wearing skirts on stage! let’s perform every song in our discography in rotating set lists, let’s build a song from the ground up through performances, ring of fire was, okay, here’s what we learned, let me give you a glimpse into what might come next, but watch out, we’re deconstructing.

wwwy 24 was, okay so, here’s a blank slate.

[eroticlamb]

Genma Onimusha commercial, 2002 (x)

[th3-0bjectivist]

“Meridian Flux” - Animated painting

[womenofnoise]

Sarah Jones

[cinnamonglaive]

I like to think of House’s influence as a corrupting behavioral virus. Of course it’s ok to harass your boss or lie to patients or break into their houses. That’s normal behavior and totally allowed.

On a completely unrelated note, a survey of House’s graduated fellows would reveal that they land themselves in HR almost immediately after finding new work, completely baffled as to why anyone thinks they’ve done anything wrong.

[kimikaami]

it’s been quite a while since I did one of these!!

[postpunkindustrial]

Banetoriko performs the yokai Dodomeki. Video by Auster_kafka

From their Instagram HERE

[ozkar-krapo]

Malcolm GOLDSTEIN

"Early Electronic / Tape Collage Music"

(LP. Alga Marghen. 2008 / rec. 1963-67) [US-CA]

[dapurinthos]

when i find myself in times of 'but i already sketched out a backstory' trouble, the legacy of george lucas comes to me, speaking words of wisdom 'you can change your mind.'

It had been centuries since a handful of monarchs had been so paranoid as to have their helpmeets undergo facial reconstruction surgery, creating a truly inseparable dual being containing the monarch and the decoy. And it had been sixty-seven days shy of four standard years since he last saw Sifo-Dyas, on that wrecked plain of Serenno in the shadow of the cliff-side palace—in the shadow of Dooku’s own future. In the shadow of a different palace, he found his hand straying to his side. To the pocket where that old communicator sat, silent for three standard years, eight standard months, and twenty-four standard days. It beeped, and there was only one person who could contact it. Dooku answered and found himself disappointed to find that it was a recorded message. He paused it, feeling the frown manifest in the corners of his mouth as he examined the projected image. In the image the holoprojector broadcast, Sifo-Dyas looked— Dooku had to be honest to himself, at least. Sifo-Dyas did not look entirely unwell. To Dooku’s experienced eye, it looked like his old companion was in the second stage of the aftermath of his visions, after some semblance of rationality has returned. There were sheets and blankets pulled up like a cocoon, his hair free (my hair hurts, Dooku remembers being frantically whispered to, once), enough to have slipped down over one eye while the other squinted into the holo-transmitter. It could just have been Dooku’s imagination, but Sifo-Dyas’s face looked to have creases pressed into it, no doubtably from the hoard of blankets that had probably grown even larger over the years since Dooku’s departure from the order. He remembered Sifo-Dyas loving to burrow his entire head into anything approaching soft, from pillows to Dooku’s own stomach. Once. Would it still count as a present proclivity even if it has been far more than nearly four standard years since Dooku had found himself woken up by Sifo-Dyas’s cold nose pressed into his own side? Should it still count if it has been far more than nearly four standard years since Dooku was woken up by Sifo-Dyas’s cold nose pressed into Dooku’s own side? Dooku decided that the crease marks, verifiable or not, supported his conclusion.