As part of Bachtrack’s Contemporary Music Month, Rebecca Lentjes writes about the vibrant world of sound installations and immmersive musical experiences in New York City.
“It’s like a womb in there” is a surprisingly common reaction from visitors to La Monte Young’s and Marian Zazeela’s Dream House, especially in the winter. Visitors exit the sound and light installation as if being born into a cruel world, bewildered and bleary-eyed. Often they have been dozing on the floor, or contorting their bodies into yoga positions, or simply moving around the space, absorbing the audio and visual experience. The Dream House has existed in various (and sometimes simultaneous) locales, including the Ruine der Künste in Berlin, for over 50 years, and it has been located above Young’s and Zazeela’s Church Street apartment since 1993. Since then, sound enthusiasts and adventurous tourists have tromped up the stairs on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday afternoons and evenings. On the third floor landing, a volunteer instructs them to take off their shoes before entering the space, and they are then free to explore the two rooms. These rooms, connected via a narrow hallway, glow warmly due to a lack of air conditioning and the purple-ish tint of Zazeela’s visual installation, which includes the lighting as well as the “minimalist” sculptures mounted to the walls and hanging from the ceilings. The rooms themselves are furnished only with white carpet and matching white pillows, on which people can lean back and get bombarded by the sine waves emanating from the speakers standing in each corner of the main room. An extreme exercise in stasis, the frequencies have been the same for all five decades.
Ongoing installations like the Dream House offer a unique experience that can overwhelm the senses. With the addition of visual elements – and in the case of the incense perpetually burning at the Dream House, scents – the installations of contemporary artists and composers are all-encompassing when compared to the average concert. Performances are often engaging and even engrossing, but rarely would one compare a traditional classical concert to a womb. There is something to be said for being inside a work rather than just watching it. Not only that, but sound installations enable a rare freedom in listening; the spatial dimension allows one to hear the sounds from all angles. In the Dream House, every footstep and turn of the head alters the length of the sound waves: rather than being confined to an assigned seat, one can wander closer to and further from the sound sources. Even though the sounds have been the same for decades, one’s perception is constantly changing.
Not all sound installations are as static as the Dream House. Rafael Lozano-Hemmer’s recent Voice Tunnel, located in the Park Avenue Tunnel, functions in such a way that “the content of the piece is constantly changing”. The tunnel, several blocks long, hosted 150 speakers, each murmuring with a different voice as the corresponding spotlights above flickered and flashed. The voices were those of the visitors themselves, who could choose to line up and speak or sing or squawk into an intercom in the middle of the tunnel: “As new participants speak into the intercom, older recordings get pushed away by one position down the array of light fixtures until they leave the tunnel”. The brightness of the lights were proportional to the volume of the speakers, so that the arches and floor bellowed and burst for seconds at a time, with slight variations in intensity. After each brief segment of cacophony, the tunnel went dark and silent except for the chattering of the participants. The lights and speakers would then quite suddenly splinter at the seams with a new batch of voices and a new round of flickering and flashing. Unlike the Dream House, nobody brought pajamas to the Voice Tunnel, but the interaction of sounds was just as fascinating as those from La Monte Young’s Rayna interval synthesizer. You could walk through once or twice or, as I did, plop yourself on the concrete ground for an hour and a half.