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Result #1

"They say progress is a grinding heel on the face of mankind. I intend to be wearing the boot."- "A wise sys-op must be like water. wanting to let flash, scatter in the everyday landscape what “was so closed, flat, peculiar”; wanting to see the thing convulse in the body of the other: summons him to see/feel for himself another time, prolonged, plunging into the dark, at the limit of the sensitive, where things vibrate micro, infra Shifting, flowing, adapting. Be the docile stream when your enemy sees you first, then when his eyes turn elsewhere, become the raging tsunami. 'Let's do it. What's the worst that culd happen?' - Ji "Noise" Reilly. Multitasking and, no questions asked. 10 office computers and 100,000 creds later, I'm out through the 103rd floor window. Some might call it the score of a lifetime, I call it a normal Saturday night."-NoisesReilly.Falling down the hall to the 38th floor, a music box and eight monitors about to crash into the Blue Nine, was just what the throwaway was: a jam session, a normal Saturday night. And a comedy of music, of video and sound.Eighty-three dollars on the weekend? You could get a weeknight or a weekend ticket and the Friday night show was from 8 PM to noon. From then on the cuckoo clocks were ticking in two hours, 2 PM to midnight, but no one ever arrived to work. Even though there was only one and a half hours of live tape, the tape never played. I can only hope the next artist to become a regular will not, like the Brothers Chane and Blue Line.The very fact that one part of the evening was recorded by two monitors from a desk across from the two en-counter monitors, which by coincidence, were in fact the same ones used by Edith O. in her video at LACMA. In this piece she described her work in a shower. They were also on the hour, but in contrast to the girl who did it two hours earlier, she never left her seat. She was a regular, a real resident. And this she found more than pleased with. But, like a genius, she said,Its probably the most boring thing that can be done in this town.Of course, it wasnt. It was like a childs sleep rehearsal of the studio. And it was great, and, for a weekend before the work closed, they were packed with the equivalent of the artists, who performed an hour of tape and two hours of live video. And it was a real comedy show. It went without saying, but we found out that someone was more than willing to do it.No one would have ever figured out how it was done.

Result #2

"They say progress is a grinding heel on the face of mankind. I intend to be wearing the boot."- "A wise sys-op must be like water. wanting to let flash, scatter in the everyday landscape what “was so closed, flat, peculiar”; wanting to see the thing convulse in the body of the other: summons him to see/feel for himself another time, prolonged, plunging into the dark, at the limit of the sensitive, where things vibrate micro, infra Shifting, flowing, adapting. Be the docile stream when your enemy sees you first, then when his eyes turn elsewhere, become the raging tsunami. 'Let's do it. What's the worst that culd happen?' - Ji "Noise" Reilly. Multitasking and, no questions asked. 10 office computers and 100,000 creds later, I'm out through the 103rd floor window. Some might call it the score of a lifetime, I call it a normal Saturday night." And if, like Elvis in Sinatra, the only thing was broken, the episode was an aural oasis, a perfect opportunity for the viewer to forget the taboos of Monday nights, air time on Friday night and Saturday afternoon, and the impulse to spend hours in the bars of Saturday or Monday morning and on the monitors of Saturday night to hear the A-list sing a song. Or you could read the press release and see the full roster of names (hanging on the walls at regular intervals like a seasonal poll of last weeks talent). The reception, however, was all like watching the opening at a nightclub.The music was in sync with the show. A DJ played a song to the party. The station speakers were printed with the names of some of the hosts (Carolee Schneemann, Hilma a.k.s.p.h.a.r. Cherry Jones, etc.). The DJs were a mixture of celebrity DJs who had never sung on a studio level, and a group of oddball artists who had never even heard each other in a nightclub. He had a wonderfully structured, tight, calm, middle-aged, confident rhythm; Herd was also smartly chosen and a skilled technician; he was, in a sense, an outsider. As the music played, the half-wittily funny duo, who kept interrupting each other in song, interrived, faded out, changed the tunes. One of the DJs caught a word from a person who said they never did that at a nightclub. That they thought it was ridiculous. They laughed and went on about other types of ignorance.The main attraction of the show was the sound, and it was not just a radio show. It was more than that; it was an experience. It was a music performance, a live performance. The speakers of the station were constantly playing the same, recorded soundtrack, but it became increasingly difficult to understand what was being said.

Result #3

–FalkengröhlTranslated from the German by Diana Reese.

Result #4

"They say progress is a grinding heel on the face of mankind. I intend to be wearing the boot."- "A wise sys-op must be like water. wanting to let flash, scatter in the everyday landscape what “was so closed, flat, peculiar”; wanting to see the thing convulse in the body of the other: summons him to see/feel for himself another time, prolonged, plunging into the dark, at the limit of the sensitive, where things vibrate micro, infra Shifting, flowing, adapting. Be the docile stream when your enemy sees you first, then when his eyes turn elsewhere, become the raging tsunami. 'Let's do it. What's the worst that culd happen?' - Ji "Noise" Reilly. Multitasking and, no questions asked. 10 office computers and 100,000 creds later, I'm out through the 103rd floor window. Some might call it the score of a lifetime, I call it a normal Saturday night." So said the artist, citing the time of her initial drawing of the score for play, and a course of attendance at her recent performance of the work. In this, it was the first time I had ever seen her work at an institution. It wasnt that she didnt have a few questions (her work is usually done in a studio) to ask the audience, in fact she had a few more answers than I did. Sometimes it was just, What do you think of me? sometimes the whole thing fell apart. Many questions from the audience could be answered by someone on the other side of the glass. But I think I got some of the questions right, and one is worth another. It's difficult to say how the work is received at the Philadelphia Museum of Art, and whether the answer is generally favorable or otherwise. There may be a more or less militant or even critic who takes offense, but that doesnt matter. I mean, who cares? The artist herself was pleasant, friendly, and conversative, inviting all the questions she could get.The truth is that I found it a lot of fun to answer them, to be honest. I loved the artistic process, and the work was amazing. Its simple: three computerised monitors, a series of smaller monitors, and a book. The screens are the same size and the performers are the same height. The artist walks on stage with one monitor, and the performer walks with the other. There are about 20 people in all. Every time she moves, a third monitor is always positioned around the perimeter of the room. Her positioning is changed depending on how the audience is present. If the audience is in a theatre or even a gallery, she says something on the phone, something through the phone, or something in person. There are 8 hours of the performance and there are 400 questions. If you can't find a schedule, go to the conference room.

Result #5

—Prudence Norris