- Composer(s): Roxanne Turcotte
- Writer(s): Roxanne Turcotte
- Performer(s): Michel Dubeau, Julien Grégoire, Claire Marchand, Sonia Paço-Rocchia, Guy Pelletier, Chœur d’oiseaux de Nias, Serge Arcuri, Marie Anne Bérard, Elisabeth Cathy, Alain Chartier, Ana Dall’Ara-Majek, François Doyon, Martine Doyon, Chantal Dumas, Dustin Finer, Odile Gruet, Marc Hyland, Alain Lalonde, Julie-Ann Lepage, Chantal Levert, Jiaxin Li, Isabelle Paradis, Marie Pelletier, Simon-Émile Pelletier, Hélène Perrault, Estelle Schorpp, Arthur Turcotte, Chantal Turcotte, Élise Turcotte, Roxanne Turcotte, Bin Zhang
- 1Masques et dichotomies (2021), 10:12synthetizer and fixed mediumRoxanne Turcotte, synthesizer
- 2Au rythme des lucioles (2019-21), 2:56synthetizer and fixed mediumRoxanne Turcotte, synthesizer
- 3Les oiseaux de Nias (2017-19, 20), 29:545 wind instruments, 25 bird calls and fixed mediumMichel Dubeau, bird calls, ocarinas, shakuachi, sulings, processing; Julien Grégoire, bird calls, percussion; Claire Marchand, bird calls, flute, piccolo, didgeridoo; Sonia Paço-Rocchia, bird calls, bassoon, Tuyau long, processing; Guy Pelletier, bird calls, piccolo, sulings; Chœur d’oiseaux de Nias (Serge Arcuri, game calls; Marie Anne Bérard, game calls; Elisabeth Cathy, game calls; Alain Chartier, game calls; Ana Dall’Ara-Majek, game calls; François Doyon, guitar-game call; Martine Doyon, game calls; Chantal Dumas, game calls; Dustin Finer, game calls; Odile Gruet, game calls; Marc Hyland, game calls; Alain Lalonde, game calls; Julie-Ann Lepage, game calls; Chantal Levert, game calls; Jiaxin Li, game calls; Isabelle Paradis, game calls; Marie Pelletier, game calls; Simon-Émile Pelletier, game calls; Hélène Perrault, game calls; Estelle Schorpp, game calls; Arthur Turcotte, game calls; Chantal Turcotte, game calls; Élise Turcotte, game calls; Roxanne Turcotte, game calls; Bin Zhang, game calls)
- 6Le bruit des soupirs (2014-17, 18), 9:48fixed medium
- 7Tango déconstruit (2017), 3:22fixed medium
- 8Les oiseaux de Nias 2 (2017-19, 20), 17:01Arr. Roxanne Turcotte, 2020fixed mediumOriginal work: Les oiseaux de Nias
- Label: empreintes DIGITALes
- IMED 21173 / 2021
- UCC 771028217328
- Total duration: 73:40
- 125 mm × 125 mm × 10 mm
- 50 g
In French, a “réverbère” is a street lamp whose light is guided by reflecting it on one or several surfaces, akin to the reverberations of sound diffusion. Etymologically, “réverbère” and the verb to reverberate come from the Latin words reverbero and reverberare, representing how words, sounds and light rebound over time. Those reverberatory street lamps, lighting up the urban vision of our world, can be seen as a source of unity, discordance, or reassurance. Dichotomic narratives designed for ambisonic projection and a confrontational chiaroscuro are feeding eclectic immersive electroacoustic tales through the Anthropocene, the era of human downfall at the centre of this concept. The imminent aggravation of the rapport between Nature and Humanity is the cause of alarming global health crises, and the destruction of our environment remains severe. We will have to live in increasingly disconnected bubbles that will be protected and sanitized, in a bludgeoned, weakened ecosystem.
My current approach is to integrate improvised sequences into my works. These sequences are set in motion by accumulations of evocatively titled intuitive diagrams. The audio materials they produce depict a form of social and poetical engagement by way of audio captures, electronic treatments, spoken words, and synthesized sounds. Every one of these elements holds a privileged position in a flurry of timbres organized using hockets, repetitions, and overlays. Audio tracks are blended together to produce a musical whole punctuated by gestural and structural reliefs. Later, these polyphonic textures are illustrated on a score designed for personal listening or for live performances or spatialized presentation.
[English translation: François Couture, vii-21]
A chasm has appeared between conformist self-righteous people and the rest. A weird era is stuck in the shadow of social media, and it produces deep-seated solitude. Algorithms are increasingly taking control, and humans depend more and more on this new intelligence that is steering them toward misinformation-laden invented realities that transform critical thinking and provide artificial appearances. Humans become sickly dependent on that, awaiting approval while living in sanitized, increasingly fragile bubbles. This situation is worthy of a science-fiction series.
Meanwhile, there is the fault, the error, the lie. A president who is crazy, corrupt, racist and irresponsible has rubbed off on his population. He is persisting through the voice of a murderous white supremacy that leaves traces. Living environments are full of impostors and individualistic, unprincipled snitches; reactionary, holier-than-thou ideas keep emerging. This populism doesn’t know right from wrong, true from false anymore.
Every day we are witnessing events pertaining to systemic racism, rape culture, feminicide, social inequality, and collective paranoia! The environmental unbalance and contaminations from careless conspiracists are all signs of that.
Children are being taken from their families and exploited; political prisoners are fighting for the survival of their advocating voices; day after day women are violated and minorities are marginalized. Injustice is resisting against people’s resilience under a black sun. Choked by claustrophobia, let us not yield to collective paralysis, let us mobilize for our survival.
Revolt is a consequence, a defence mechanism against dehumanization and universal chaos. Individualism as a phenomenon is bound for the self-destruction of Mankind. Decreasing biodiversity is a testimony to human incredulousness and climate-skeptic governments. Industrial powers make it so that dissident individuals stand out to form outraged splinter groups.
And so we hide behind masks to stay anonymous and avoid the impact of a cascading contamination caused by ceaseless radicalizations. Our bubbles touch and slowly disintegrate. A long road stretches ahead of us; in places it looks like a battlefield, with obstacles in the shape of orange construction cones slowing our difficult steps toward resilience.
To avoid losing all control over our lives, we better trust the expressions of the fine lines in the masked face and express ourselves loudly, without judgment nor fear of what other people may think. We want to live intensely. The eyes alone expressed themselves under this mask, like illuminated lanterns.
When masks come off, Nature gradually regains its position, a whale takes the opportunity afforded by this free space to push back its limits. Animals that had disappeared are suddenly reborn. Paradoxically, we can finally experience the quiet of cities asleep under the virus like a surprising dichotomy.
[English translation: François Couture, vii-21]