a wesleyan moment
Today I was asked to perform a piece for my boyfriend's experimental music final. This entry, however, is not about him.
One of the students in the class recorded himself reciting the first 30 lines of a Walt Whitman poem. He then played the recording into a speaker that was inserted in his ass, which was in turn picked up by a microphone (also in his ass).
That microphone then ran to a speaker that was in his mouth, which was then amplified by a more typical microphone on a stand in front of him, which, in order to pick up any sound, had to be literally right next to the speaker in his mouth. So he spent the entire 5 minutes or so of his piece basically fellating this mic.
It's not over yet. That microphone was then connected to a small speaker which he had a friend rub all over the various surfaces of his body. Half way though the piece, smoke was visibly rising from an indeterminate area above his head.
As to how it sounded--Imagine insects talking, interjected with really loud feedback.
One of the students in the class recorded himself reciting the first 30 lines of a Walt Whitman poem. He then played the recording into a speaker that was inserted in his ass, which was in turn picked up by a microphone (also in his ass).
That microphone then ran to a speaker that was in his mouth, which was then amplified by a more typical microphone on a stand in front of him, which, in order to pick up any sound, had to be literally right next to the speaker in his mouth. So he spent the entire 5 minutes or so of his piece basically fellating this mic.
It's not over yet. That microphone was then connected to a small speaker which he had a friend rub all over the various surfaces of his body. Half way though the piece, smoke was visibly rising from an indeterminate area above his head.
As to how it sounded--Imagine insects talking, interjected with really loud feedback.
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