There is a companion chapbook of writings that go along with this work. Can you tell me a little bit about the score and how the writing developed?
The last piece I made, “Redactions,” at The Chocolate Factory in 2022, I thought of in the broadest strokes as bodies and language and what they do to each other. I walked out of the theater and was like, “oh, sound is in between! That's key. Let's go there.” A lot of that was due to a wonderful mentor that I had, an early experimental electronics composer, Alvin Lucier, who passed away in December of 2021. His signature work and a theme running through much of his work was using language as musical material, and often the language would dissolve into sound. This was a way into musical composition for me, as someone who comes from literature or is just more of a lay person—also the embodied-ness of it.
And then I had this fear, even before my daughter was born in October of 2021, that as she developed language, she would lose a certain intensity and immediacy of her experience that I had fought very hard to get back to through dance. I knew I had to usher her towards language, but there was also some trepidation. Like, once you know something is a ball, it's just a ball, instead of this magical, colorful orb that somehow ricochets off the walls and makes this cool sound and you can also slobber on. But it turns out I was wrong. [laughter] It’s all okay.
[Laughing] It’s true. Long after you've told kids what objects are, and their purpose, they usually persist in using anything and everything as noisemakers.
I decided to just write based on attention to sound. And in those first months and even years with my daughter, our world was very localized. I had what felt like these three concentric circles of looking at her and our inner world and play, looking out the window at whatever I could see, and then whatever I could take in about the world, which was often on the radio. It was just at the start of the war in Ukraine and then the war in Gaza came, you know? I could write in my notes app on my phone while nursing with my other hand. I kept that as kind of a practice, in absence of being able to resume another kind of studio practice. Some of those writings turned out to be performance scores that I've asked performers to speak, or even songs, which is also a new venture for me.
As Andaluz, my daughter, got a little bit older, she would do things that were very like my choreography: carrying rocks slowly across the floor, pushing stools noisily down the hall, singing along with appliances and sometimes I would take notes on them and try them out. There are actually some scores that are only moderately elaborated from things that she would do.
One of those performative texts I read in the chapbook and I also experienced in your rehearsal is called “Don’t Listen.” While Martita Abril is speaking, the rest of you are in tow, assisting and distracting. How did that one go from the notes app to the studio?
The text itself is playful and maybe has a little bit of this same wish and worry of what do we lose when we're just thinking about meaning, versus, the totality of an utterance, its sound, its intention, its emotion? And then the promise of Lucier’s work that you can make it back into music, or something to be in a room with. So maybe it’s prompting my reader/listener to that, but then there's something of a little goofy joke about making a piece about sound and listening and attention and the first thing that is said is, “don't listen.”
But it goes on then to say: hear the words, let them sort of settle in your body, and then leave again. What if you respond without even knowing what someone said? With my longtime collaborator, the composer Paula Matthusen—who is also music faculty at Wesleyan, where Lucier taught, where I taught and did my undergrad—we talk about how to process the voice, what to do with music in relationship to speaking and text, and then dancing. I went for amplification here, really wanting the words to be heard.
We both much prefer corded microphones. Because you don't have the ease of it working smoothly that just invited sticking all of us behind her. Then it became a little Groucho Marx-y, and then it had this echo of Trisha Brown’s “Spanish Dance,” which I love and think about a lot. Then there’s always this point where anything I bring in, or I'm trying to make happen, kind of falls away, and the thing becomes itself and tells me and us what it needs to be. With this, I also thought of Martita. She emcees Movement Research’s Monday nights at Judson, and she’s amazing as an emcee. What you read on the page is mine, and what you will hear from her is somewhere where my prompt meets her interpretation.
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