Impnotes.jpg (5397 bytes)  




Hot Links

About Us

What's New?

Improv 04

Prelude to an Internet article
in the key of green

   ~Iner Souster



The process of building experimental instruments out of junk and
common household appliances can at times be an exercise in futility.
There are those moments when the junk, (along with the collection of
various hardware store parts that you have accumulated during the
attempted construction of this so called instrument) just don't really
seem to want to work together. It is at this point that I take special
care in selecting the largest and most persuasive of hammers.  After a
few cathartic whacks of said hammer on a completely unrelated piece of
junk, I am ready to continue.

Often I find myself sitting in my workshop, which is also my spaceship
for hours on end, sifting through all the wonderful pieces of "what
the heck is that" that have accumulated over the years. Things found
on the street, things that the local inhabitants of my neighborhood
donate to the cause by leaving their garbage on my doorstep, or at my
local watering hole. Broken chairs and video machines are all the
craze this summer. Picking up one piece of junk and trying to match it
to another can often take hours, but there are also the times when
things just fall nicely into place. I once woke from my peaceful
slumber with the idea for a frame in my foggy head. With out giving it
a second thought I pulled the futon from the spare room and started
cutting it into it's predestined lengths. Went back to bed when I was
done and woke up a few hours later only to find my futon was gone and
my dream was leaning against the wall in my living room.

There are also those moments that seem to be created and controlled by
the gods themselves. In this case it was my girlfriend. Often when
working on project there is a  thing called spillover that happens. It
is when all of the debris in my spaceship spills over into our living
room, and from there to our kitchen. The hallways are always the first
casualties of the spillover effect. Anyways this was one of those
situations. I was on a three day instrument building bender with very
little sleep. This one piece had been dogging me the whole time, and I
was quite close to bringing in the hammer. Common sense kicked in and
told me to take a nap on the too small to be comfortable couch. This
usually helps in the creative processing of junk. So off to sleep I
go. When I awoke my lady friend had cleaned up my fantastic mess of a
living room and in doing so had placed the not so co-operative piece
and all its struggling components in the corner out of the way and in
doing so she had solved the problem. All I had to do was bolt it
together and add strings. It's just that easy at times.

Whether building instruments by design, by accident, or by rage
something interesting always comes out in the end. Sometimes
interesting can be mind boggling and not very functional. I call those
instruments wall pieces.

When performing I like to encourage people in the audience to take
the instruments off the wall and join in. Or leave them on the wall
and play from there. At one show there was this fellow who ran around
the bar banging and plucking as many instruments as he could get his
hands on. In doing so it helped to encourage others in the audience to
do the same. At one point there were around fifteen people with
instruments in there hands and this crazy guy running back and forth
adding to our sound and overall visuals of the night. It was perhaps
one of the best shows I have ever played.

Iner Souster