Tomsk, 2012 04 20 (live) //

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Release date: 
28/03/2013
Recording location: 
Tomsk
Recording date: 
Friday, April 20, 2012
Artwork design: 
Daria Apakhoncich
Artwork design: 
Maxim Evstropov
Mastering engineer: 
Ilia Belorukov
Mixing engineer: 
Ilia Belorukov
Producer: 
Mikhail Ershov
Producer: 
Ilia Belorukov
Producer: 
Maxim Evstropov
Recording engineer: 
Ilia Belorukov
  • 1. I (17:28)
  • 2. II (12:56)
  • 3. III (16:22)

Ilia Belorukov - alto saxophone

Solo performance of Ilia Belorukov in Tomsk after the festival of different kinds of arts «Theses» (Kemerovo), 46 minutes 46 seconds by length, separated into 3 parts for convenience. Ilia plays alto sax using preparations and extended sound making techniques (breathing into the tube, knocking on the surfaces etc.), presenting the embodied «death» of the instrument to the grateful Siberian public. However this «death» becomes in some sense a prolongation of micromovements of a weird post-life.
We've got here a rather minimalistic sound document: an investigation of indiscernibilties, extremities of sound field, a balancing on the edge of scarcely audible, a stay between shadows of sound and even shadows of shadows of sound close to its nonexistence. But this tendency for «nullity» and reduction turns also into a test of boundaries between, let's say, «music» and «non-music», probing their mangled edges, groping for gaps in the coordinate system of «contemporary music», for lacunas in the text it's made of. This groping movement turns out to be a random movement and at that particular moment it becomes a successful one (but that's how things go in improvised music basically). Meanwhile the traces of hard work appear here and there, this rupturing movement is methodically and well organized. However its organization, a real-time composition in its turn is also presented-at-hand and it does not prevail over sound matter, the structure itself becomes a part of something that resembles the structure. No plot, no story, there's just a trace of something familiar. Fascinating, meditative movement, a space. (Maxim Evstropov)