Some may recall in early daze of the old weird web, Usenet newsgroups. Wherein heaven knows I would argue how many angels could dance on one subtle (but "*real* and *important*") difference of my stated view/outlook and another's. Nowadays, the shaky incompleteness of my knowledge and outlook seems to be an occasion for joy. Hey, someone may know something I don't. Or see the same things differently. Such differences could be good and constructive. Not tearing down, building onto. And such a person knowing, seeing could be you.
(Um, IDIC. LLAP. May the Force be with you. Fill in whatever inclusive and appreciative expression suits you best here.)
In accordance with the *better* angels of the Usenet and the old weird web, speak up as to what info need be added or emended and/or what views be yet unspoken. Perhaps in comments. Or in your post. Consensus building, yada etc. Whatever works.
Again with the notes -- just something written when someone was unwise enough to ask. Barely a beginning, no way near an end. Incomplete is the word. Not to exclude not harsh on anyone.
Noise is a very big diffuse genre. A sort of sound, a sort of music. Amateur, fairly democratic art.
Like "love" or "god" or "freedom", it means different things to different people.
And has roots all over. In various art movements (some now a hundred years old), like Dada, Surrealism, Fluxus (happenings), Minimalism, Expressionism (German/Abstract/otherwise), outsider art, Art Brut, Arte Povera, performance art, underground film, etc etc and so on. In various musics and composers (Modern Classical and otherwise), like the work of John Cage, David Tudor, Bebe and Louis Barron, Steve Riley, Pauline Oliveros, Daphne Oram, Eliane Radigue, Delia Darbyshire, Alvin Lucier, Laurie Anderson, Nicolas Collins, plus the many exponents of garage rock, punk DIY/cassette culture, hip hop turntablism/plunderphonics/ sampling, circuit bending (and,um,"reusing"/reapplying) toys and consumer electronics, digital glitching and/or computer coding -- the list goes on and on--each person finds her or his own "bill of lading" and goes from there.
So, operationally, amateurs (those who do it for love) who play and/or perform better than I do make all sorts of things all sorts of ways.
I don't do outings as fan or participant -- getting to do this online is a fun treat. And like quilting bees, ham radio meets and sundry other open mic events, most of those gathered are the participants. Not sure about how many onlooking fans there are. A niche interest, activity. (Like so many things, really.)
noise maker, aesthete at large, provisional poet,ex-songwriter
Began with cassette boombox, various other cassette recorders, Mattel drum machine, forgotten old instruments, cheap mic, cheap bass amp, sadly purloined phone bell, MXR flanger, Ross Compressor.
Migrated through noise and comic monologue into song and back to noise again. From the time of Bengal Burlap through Nobody Home (Charlottesville, Boston, circa 1985-1988) and The Loved Ones (Cambridge MA, circa 1993), sundry stretches of solo home recording of songs, to about now.
Sundry poems published, more recently in Little River 02 review and in the Domesticated Primate compilations, Rituals, June 2019 and Tidings, Dec. 2018.