Sō Percussion finished their four-day run of Where (we) Live on Saturday 22 December. A resplendent and confusing bonanza, the hour-long concert consisted of poignantly thin and simple melodies, intensely personal testimonial, performative carpentry, and absurdist and stop-motion film, all piled together with a demeanor of contemporary improvisation and glam rock dressed in flannel. The goal seemed to be making the audience’s experience as immediate as possible, so surprising and real that the dust and pathos stuck in your hair for hours after.
The performance began with an invitation to meditate on the place you call or called home, a direct and unvarnished human appeal to the audience to connect with the musicians (you can see parts of this on the trailer for the show on Sō’s website). The array of drum kits, toy piano, glockenspiel, vibraphone, grand piano, small instruments, and side drums occasionally came together for grooving sections that were surprisingly effective in providing support for the sung segments. The effect of four percussionists playing a unison tattoo was powerfully done and, all things considered, less like Tool than it could have been.
The sequence of events was set ahead of time, which after seeing the performance is somewhat surprising. The performers certainly had an assured air that made me think it had been rehearsed, but most of the content of the show seemed designed to cancel out that impression. They describe this process as including theatrical and aleatoric components in a “society of possibilities”, and the effect was a feeling of authenticity that depended on the off-the-cuff presentation. This was considerably reinforced by the presence of a note-taker whose sole job was to provide apparently spontaneous instructions to the performers.
The visual element, in many manifestations, was primary throughout the concert. The scene of action seemed to be self-consciously utilitarian, with several percussion tables cluttered with not only the instruments themselves, but also various microphones, lamplights, sound cables, and video cameras. Those live cameras captured some of the performers’ action and projected it, along with a substantial amount of prepared video, onto five makeshift screens scattered throughout the performance space. The woodworker’s tools occasionally sent billows of sawdust into the air above the performance space, and at one point the music consisted almost entirely of performers’ individual lights switching on and off to a synchronizing ticking pulse.