July 2, 2020, Andy Cowling | Mille Plateaux | digital Release  | 03.11.20

ACT II 
(in order of appearance) a siren 
protests 
seven trumpets 
a dog / a cop leaf blowers trucks 
chant 
a speech 
a body cam gunshots 
a car crash 
no crickets / a siren 

“get on the ground” 
“hold the line” 
“when there’s other armed Americans with them” 
“back up before you get smashed up” 
“Today it’s time to stop singing and start swinging.” 
“cause neither of them is for you” 
“You’re voting for nobody.” 
“It’s the ballot or the bullet. It’s liberty or it’s death. It’s freedom for everybody or freedom for nobody.” 

Now that all our tears have frozen, only hail and fire mingled with blood hit the ground. In the aftermath, the siren sings in our heads, since outside it is far too late: The fatal hope of struggle has drowned in seas turned red and the last tension of dissonance has burst. 

Woe, woe, woe to those who dwell on the earth, because of the remaining blasts of the trumpet are about to sound! 

But the last woe on earth, hiding in a bathtub in the abandoned house of your mind, will be tracked down. The dog invaded the space between your ears to search for the remaining splinters of life. 

A scream or a reversed bullet inhaled at the rate of 0.25 percent. All rumors of the fight are compressed into a terrible blast of sound like a defibrillator channelling vital energy to revive a failing heart. Woe to those who discover that the rewind function failed to revive the dead. 

What if instead of fire, hail, and blood, splintered sound particles would pierce the earth? 

Apocalypse without resurrection. 

Burnt shreds of digital files fall like ashes from the sky, blocking out the sun, poisoning the air. The crickets disappear, just as the fireflies disappeared before them. The siren’s remnants wail into the night and as we sleep, the ash suffocates us all. Finally the arc of equality is inescapable for everyone and nobody. November 2, 2020 is the cosmic catastrophe that follows July 4, 2020 by Andy Cowling. 

 

- text by John-Robin Bold, November 2020  

- cover art by Merve Cowling

- sonic object by Andy Cowling

July 4, 2020, Andy Cowling | Mille Plateaux | digital Release  | 05.08.20

United States of America 
At night 

(in order of appearance) - crickets, a dog, a train, an amplifier, an electric guitar, a stun grenade, fireworks, a truck, a thunderstorm, protests, a click, a bug zapper 


We who aim to abolish the dog have a thousand regrets over the vision of its dead body. Our tears crystallize a twofold rebellion: against the status of this world and against our fate, the necessity to destroy it. We are sorry for everything – we apologize for nothing. 

A dog barking into the night is unaware that it forms part of the property that it protects. The dog attacks anyone who seemingly threatens its master’s property as a de facto self-defence. This relationship could never be explained to the dog. As tragic as it may seem, the dog must die if these relations are to be permanently changed. An agreement is impossible. The fight can only be won, lost, or momentarily suspended. Fiat iustitia et pereat mundus. 

The persistence of e-minor determines the guitar’s fate. “Fuck it.” A few deviant notes rise up against this fatal key. For a moment, they form a monophonic united front but fail at the sea change, the change of keys. All we seem to achieve are spectral distortions, tempestuous winds emanating from our throats. Yet the saddening tonality remains unmoved when each cycle of outrage comes to an end. After every clearing of the sky, it reaffirms the total enclosure of our sight. 

The click of repression is clocked. In musical notation, measures look like cuts in a waveform: vertical. Equality is horizontal and every revolutionary struggle is an attempt to redefine the horizontal line. If the raised voices repeatedly fail to be sustained, the hoarseness which defines the vacuum after a parole is our only possible dignity. “Hands up, don’t shoot.” Waiting as if, after the seventh blow of the trumpet, the walls of Jericho would collapse. 

However distorted through the digital conversion and the artistic formatting, the voices’ uproar can by them be amplified. As of yet, it has not been proven whether in amplification diffusion or dissemination outweigh one another. To distort a guitar sound can add a significant sustain to it. But the longer sustained, the more our perception is accustomed to the sound’s strength and its impact is lost. If there remains any hope in July 4, 2020 by Andy Cowling, it is that our ears might burst. 

- text by John-Robin Bold, July 2020  

- cover art by Merve Cowling

- sonic object by Andy Cowling
 

Preview to an authentically virtual space, Andy Cowling & John-Robin Bold | Musik 21 Niedersachsen | Commission and Premier  | 08.09.19

cafe 1930, - Astor piazzolla | Mihoko Watanabe (flute) & Andy cowling (guitar) | Live recording for Indiana public radio's morning musicale

Sonatina 1. Allegretto 11. andante 111. allegro - Federico Moreno torroba | Andy cowling (guitar) | Live recording for Indiana public radio's morning musicale