Night at the Berkeley Art Museum. Pent-up excited that comes from customers with room full of students, the children until their bedtimes. Enhance vibration play, giant Orange Mountain waves rippling wood designed by Thom Faulders, squat in the middle of space, serving as a seat for people who get together, as well as pre-show entertainment as we scramble up sides.
Negativwobblyland, encased in identical shirts Plaid gray, took their place at the with a pile of teeth, especially a series of five devices they call “boopers”-feedback device inventively engineered from recycled parts of the radio and amplifier. Sonic attacks made by this simple device (and a few wise added drum loops and samples of insects and animals sounds) can be identified in some way for the winding of jazz improvisation, and inspire (inside of me, anyway) a similar free-associations of images and impressions. Underwater sea creatures drone, lonely long distance trucker, saws buzzing, teen disco Atari foxtrot, rumble Horn Tibetan lama and high Himalayas mosquito Vortex whines through certain streams of consciousness I, on stage, three fearless Captain set a course for the opposite coast, our jams with their slyly subversive earwaves, but ended up inclusive, collaborative.