Traces (experiments with looping old and new music)

I've been playing with the seemingly unquestionable forward-motion of old dance music. The function of this music, which sits deep in the muscle-memory of my arms and fingers, is clear : it is to call together, to comfort, to drive us forwards, to hold us up. In dance as in life, we keep going: we try to keep the whole thing turning.  

When we pause to let a little more space in, these familiar rhythms and phrases are allowed to fragment. Questions, doubts, wonderings, hopes, the traces of memories as they come to us in the moment of playing (without the need to keep the whole thing turning) are all given chance to move in the room.

 

 

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