Spheric resonances / eggflutes

Ecka Mordecai: eggflute 1

Last September, when social contact was still a desert landscape, Ecka Mordecai cycled to my home to present me with a gift of eggflutes. To describe them (only) as musical instruments would be to reduce them to a functionality that belies their presence as objects, but then this is true of all instruments. They are assemblage, or shrine, or ceremony, or sphere. Painstakingly made and beautifully decorated by Ecka herself, the emptied egg shells sit as if nesting in small ceramic bowls that are themselves reminiscent of half-eggs, the delicate, hard surfaces protected by soft beds of sheep’s wool. Further protection comes from circular wooden boxes in which they are encased. Each egg is pierced at one end with a small, irregular aperture of sharp edges against which, with trial and error, I can seek out strange glissandi of dove and owl-like timbres, some surprisingly low pitched. One flute is white, entirely covered with minute black marks of Indian ink, as if a calligraphic text with no point of beginning or ending, a decipherability that can only be approached by holding its endless page in the hand. The other is smaller, speckled brown, decorated by tiny dog bones or what might be the letter I.

Ecka Mordecai: eggflute 2

Since there were no performance opportunities at that stage of the pandemic, my playing of the flutes was added to the strange texture of contemplative isolation in which everything was both potential/futurity and immediate nowness. In that respect they were perfect because their sound was so intimate, so utterly private and enclosed. I was reminded of Peter Sloterdijk’s words I had bookmarked in Bubbles: Spheres I – “. . . a participation in spheric resonances”, or, set underneath a familiar image, Leonardo da Vinci’s drawing of uterus, embryo and placenta, “On the way through the evasive underworld of the inner world, the schematic image of a fluid and auratic universe unfolds like a map in sound, woven entirely from resonances and suspended matter.” Much as I liked this proximity to Sloterdijk’s ruminations on spheres, bubbles and what he calls the “fetal ear” (unavoidable when listening to a flute made from an egg), I also felt ethical qualms, albeit projected into a speculative futurity of public performance. For one thing, they were Ecka’s invention. My relationship to them necessitated thinking through the notion of the gift, its implication that I might use her instruments within my own sphere of practice, and the ambiguous nature of collaborations in which terms and conditions are not so much small print as entirely unvoiced. The second qualm related to my veganism. This seems to me unresolvable. After all, I play a number of instruments which incorporate animal parts or extracted substances, ranging from an African (possibly Congo or Central African Republic) chordophone of animal skin stretched over carved wood, to the mother of pearl inlays set into certain keys on my alto flute. If somebody has taken sustenance from an entity and then given new life to that entity from its remnants then I can semi-square that with my own life choices.

Using the eggflute in a duo with Lucie Štepánková, Cafe Oto, Next Festival, 22.11.21, photo Andrej Chudy

As it turned out, I had ample time to reflect on these questions and allow them to settle. Live performances in the presence of audiences resumed (for me, at least) at the end of July 2021, a duo with Thurston Moore. Since then, they have grown more frequent. Finally I found the setting to play an eggflute in a trio with Mark Wastell and Chris Dowding in a Norfolk chapel. A duo with Avsluta (Lucie Štepánková) at Cafe Oto the following week (22.11.21) offered a context in which those patiently settling conversations with the thickness of objects afforded what might be called a finding place. By that I mean a not entirely dimensional place in which new discoveries are made ‘in the moment’ of live action (which is the reason why performance is a practice of discourse and learning distinct from preparation, rehearsal, practicing, technical development, theorising and all the other activities enacted away from the presence of an audience, whether physical or not). Some people call this spontaneity but I would suggest these moments are sparked by a strange mixture of pressure (to perform) and mindlessness (an unnecessarily derogatory word that describes an enviable and rare condition), plus the working out of possibilities arising from previously acquired knowledge. What I found myself doing was playing the eggflute as a flute, while simultaneously using it as a resonant chamber to amplify sound transmitted through a bone conduction speaker. The sound came from a cassette recording of a Japanese shakuhachi piece called “Water and Stones”, player unknown. I also used my teeth for bone conduction, so there was a feeling within myself (barely conscious, because I don’t like to think too much during performance) of cavities and edges at work together. In itself, this amplifies a more general feeling of working with these elements, forces and materials within this duo; as Sloterdijk has said, a participation in spheric resonances.

Limited editions of eggflutes have been on sale on Ecka Mordecai’s Bandcamp/Merch page. Currently they are sold out but perhaps more will appear in time:
https://eckamordecai.bandcamp.com/merch

About davidtoop

Ricocheting as a 1960s teenager between blues guitarist, art school dropout, Super 8 film loops and psychedelic light shows, David Toop has been developing a practice that crosses boundaries of sound, listening, music and materials since 1970. This practice encompasses improvised music performance (using hybrid assemblages of electric guitars, aerophones, bone conduction, lo-fi archival recordings, paper, sound masking, water, autonomous and vibrant objects), writing, electronic sound, field recording, exhibition curating, sound art installations and opera (Star-shaped Biscuit, performed in 2012). It includes eight acclaimed books, including Rap Attack (1984), Ocean of Sound (1995), Sinister Resonance (2010), Into the Maelstrom (2016, a Guardian music book of the year, shortlisted for the Penderyn Music Book Prize), Flutter Echo (2019) and Inflamed Invisible (2019). Briefly a member of David Cunningham’s pop project The Flying Lizards (his guitar can be heard sampled on “Water” by The Roots), he has released fifteen solo albums, from New and Rediscovered Musical Instruments on Brian Eno’s Obscure label (1975) and Sound Body on David Sylvian’s Samadhisound label (2006) to Entities Inertias Faint Beings (2016) and Apparition Paintings (2020) on Lawrence English’s ROOM40 label. His 1978 Amazonas recordings of Yanomami shamanism and ritual - released on Sub Rosa as Lost Shadows (2016) - were called by The Wire a “tsunami of weirdness” while Entities Inertias Faint Beings was described in Pitchfork as “an album about using sound to find one’s own bearings . . . again and again, understated wisps of melody, harmony, and rhythm surface briefly and disappear just as quickly, sending out ripples that supercharge every corner of this lovely, engrossing album.” In the early 1970s he performed with sound poet Bob Cobbing, butoh dancer Mitsutaka Ishii and drummer Paul Burwell, along with key figures in improvisation, including Derek Bailey, Evan Parker, Georgie Born, Hugh Davies, John Stevens, Lol Coxhill, Frank Perry and John Zorn. In recent years he has returned to collaborative performance, working with many artists and musicians including Rie Nakajima, Akio Suzuki, Max Eastley, Tania Caroline Chen, John Butcher, Ken Ikeda, Elaine Mitchener, Henry Grimes, Sharon Gal, Camille Norment, Sidsel Endresen, Alasdair Roberts, Thurston Moore, Jennifer Allum, Miya Masaoka, Extended Organ (with Paul McCarthy and Tom Recchion), Ryuichi Sakamoto and a revived Alterations, the iconoclastic improvising quartet with Steve Beresford, Peter Cusack and Terry Day first formed in 1977. He has also made many collaborative records, including Buried Dreams and Doll Creature with Max Eastley, Breath Taking with Akio Suzuki, Skin Tones with Ken Ikeda, Garden of Shadows and Light with Ryuichi Sakamoto and co-productions (with Steve Beresford) for Frank Chickens, the 49 Americans and Ivor Cutler. Major sound art exhibitions he has curated include Sonic Boom at the Hayward Gallery, London (2000) and Playing John Cage at the Arnolfini Gallery, Bristol (2005-6). In 2008, a DVD of the Belgian film – I Never Promised You a Rose Garden: A Portrait of David Toop Through His Records Collection – was released by Sub Rosa, and in 2017 his autobiography – Flutter Echo: Living Within Sound – was published by Du Books in Japan. His most recent records are Dirty Songs Play Dirty Songs (Audika, 2017), Suttle Sculpture (Paul Burwell and David Toop live, 1977, Sub Rosa, 2018), John Cage: Electronic Music for Piano with Tania Chen, Thurston Moore and Jon Leidecker (Omnivore, 2018), Apparition Paintings (ROOM40, 2020), Field Recordings and Fox Spirits (ROOM40, 2020), Until the Night Melts Away (with Sharon Gal and John Butcher, Shrike, 2021) and Garden of Shadows and Light (with Ryuichi Sakamoto, 33-33, 2021). He is Professor Emeritus at London College of Communication.
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