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Sunday, November 22, 2009
Review: DJ Spooky’s ‘Terra Nova: Sinfonia Antarctica’
Appropriately, DJ Spooky, aka multi-media artist and brainy hip hop deejay, Paul D. Miller, started his ‘Terra Nova: Sinfonia Antarctica’ by playing a piece of ice. A haze filled the Hogg Auditorium Friday night before the show while sounds of crunching glaciers grew louder. Then Miller took the stage, a piece of a dry ice (the source of the haze, as it turns out) on a silver platter before him. Across the ice he slowly drew a set of metal chimes to create eerie tinkling sounds.
‘Terra Nova’ is Miller’s sometimes mesmerizing, sometimes not so mesmerizing, musical and visual consideration of Antarctica.
Riffing on the concept of Ralph Vaughan Williams ‘Sinfonia Antarctica,’ (Williams’ seventh symphony which originated with the composer’s score for the 1948 film ‘Scott of the Antarctic.’) Miller composed a 70-minute piece for piano, two violins and cello to lead by his live re-mixing of digital and found sounds.
Austin’s alt-classical ensemble Golden Hornet Project — here represented by Graham Reynolds, Hector Moreno, Alexis Ebbets and Joseph Suffield - accompanied, giving full throttle to Miller’s charging and very cinematic score. (GHP collaborated with Miller on his latest release, ‘The Secret Song,’ playing on six tracks.)
On two rear projections screens images flashed by in choreographed collage - swooping aerials of the startling Antarctic landscape, scientific data charts on rising sea levels, footage of a 1950s-era Soviet polar exploration, maps historic and current and deliberately provocative phrases such “ice is a geological clock.”
Though cleverly edited, the hardly-subtle, nor deep, collage grew repetitive. And in the end, Miller’s new millennium travelogue didn’t necessarily take us to a new point: Mostly, we already know the polar environment is threatened.
But if the unoriginality of the visuals wore, the music redeemed. And when considered as a live chamber symphony with some video and digitized accompaniment — rather than a new visual/aural re-mixed art form as may have been suggested — then ‘Terra Nova’ pleased.
Miller stylized his score with a kind of driving crescendo-filled minimalist repetition. Cinematic, often dire or plaintive in mood and only partially reflective, the music nevertheless communicated a sense of urgency.
Miller’s media mix-up isn’t for everyone. Some audience members walked out Friday night. But for others ‘Terra Nova’ deserved a very spontaneous standing ovation. Likely, the final point to ‘Terra Nova’ is somewhere inbetween.
