The Performer Is Pointless

Neural activity occurs regardless of what the sound is. Seeking to communicate anything through noise/music/art is cognitively regressive. It would impose an agreement of which many minds arrive at simply due to conditioning. I do not deny my own conditioning. Perhaps I am more easily entertained now. Through years of observing nature, I developed a love for indeterminacy and noise is innately indeterminate. The less control you have over your gear, the more likely it is that I’ll go to your show. I don’t care about you. You are simply a medium summoning the minions of Chance. I’m interested in those minions. Without even realizing it you are sonifying phenomena. That’s why you need to go. The performer constantly diminishes the power of sonic phenomena by getting involved. You start with phenomena and then you end up with a mating ritual. The performer is a fucking bird. Whether the hidden agendas are apparent or not, they are there. The shacks on the ankles of all artists. Only algorithms and generative techniques will liberate us from trying to fuck all the time. More noise. Less people.