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Dave Kerman

Dave Kerman/ 5uu's
"Tel Aviv Construction Events 1-3"


June 2004 Ginger Studio, Tel Aviv

Scott Braziael: keyboard * Chris Cutler: electri-kit * Ned Rothenberg: shakuhachi * Dave Kerman: brush drums, chair squeaks, toothpicks * Udi Koomran: computer, cassettes

Scott sent a meandering sort of electric piano track that
reminded me of garrulous, human blathering. Since it was
in no particular meter or time signature, Udi quantized it, and
I set about to discern the new, ever-changing time signatures
so I could play brush drums and toothpicks to the rhythm.
Udi happened to be mastering a solo show that Ned had
recently performed here in Israel, and the shakuhachi section
sounded fantasic. The long, breathy approach seemed to be
the musically intrinsic opposite of the piano track, so I convinced
him to fly it into the mix, merely to see how it would sound. It was
the rhythmn track's perfect compliment. Chris' unrelated, electric
drums were then quantized and, amazingly, shared some
rhythmic approximations of the keyboard (one of those happy
accidents one can only wish for). To relate to the "blathering"
aspects of the keyboard track, we flew in news commentary
from Israel's incursion into Palestine and historic, taped
accounts of Ariel Sharon ordering his forces that, "everything
in the way is to be levelled, no exceptions". And yes, that's a
real bulldozer playing the final solo.


May 2004 Ginger Studio, Tel Aviv

Bob Drake: drumstick slide-bass * Dror Fieler: contrabass saxophone * Scott Braziael: keyboard, autohap * Chris Cutler: electri-kit * Dave Kerman: guitar, hand percussion * Udi Koomran: computer * Deborah Perry: vocals (by proxy)

Probably not realising it, both Bob and Chris sent tracks in 9/8
and 7/8 timings. We managed to lock them up (by means of time
compression and expansion) and to make from them wierd,
funk/club grooves. Guitar patterns were cut up to fit these, and a
keyboard melody was flown in for the vocal line. The problem was
that I hadn't written any texts, so we meticulously extracted different
words that Deborah had sang on a previous disk (Abandonship),
and used the computer to change their durations, note values and
pitches to match those of the keyboard melody:

"While doubt hides from ghosts, dismissing neighbors' screams
Pose not to refute the seeds of sordid dreams.
Contrition steps forth, stays lost on angels' face.
All will is the shield there burning with such grace".

At the end you can hear the pallette of extracted words before
being processed. Dror's huge, sax insanity was recorded by Udi
at Noise Studio in summer 2000, but lay dormant until now. Bob
had recorded the wierd 20 sec. loop of Chris playing crazy, speed/
techno-electric drums, and we cut up one of Bob's shredding bass
lines to fit these timings and tempos. Scott's sounds added an
ethereal tone symbolising the resolve of angels.


May 2004 Ginger Studio, Tel Aviv

Avi Belleli: vocals * Dave Kerman: piano, chains, vocals * Janet Feder: prepared guitar * Chris Cutler: electri-kit * Udi Koomran: computer

This is a more straight-forward composition, where Belleli and
myself multi-tracked many vocals to approximate the sentiment
of a large gathering, sadly prone to certain aspects of assimilation.
The impetus for the keyboard composition were a series of guitar
strums sent to us by Janet (where her strings were prepared with
all sorts of appurtenances); But these were later cut and pasted in a
re-arranged order, which forces the listening ear into the active role
of transforming the piano chords into something they were not
naturally meant to be. Chris' sounds offset the jagged enterprise,
adding a naive sense of placation, and the chains represent a
societal penchant for comfort, stability and surety in a world frought
with uncertainty.

Thru acceptance our every trait
becomes one in the name of progress
The almond eyes assume a roundness
The laws of varied tongues defer to index fingers
The clement stride requires no effort
The alphabet a blur, a lodge of scrambled symbols

Mask and fire assimilate
history in the name of honor
Assorted gods fall from the cloudbursts
The righteous lag behind the human organ harvest
The sky recedes from Spain to Zion
A star retreats in sand and leads, in tow, a crescent

Dave Kerman/ 5uu's