RAFT is PAT NOECKER

Marking the milestones of RAFT and PAT NOECKER
Tonight I’m playing the 10th Anniversary party of Cinders Gallery in the South Street Seaport.  I’ll be working a wine glass w my cell phone inside of it.  I use the Moog Filtatron App’s microphone to create a feedback loop inside the glass, which is in turn mic’d and this sound rolls through my two delay pedals, two amps and whatchya get is notes from the universe that are quite beautiful, at times unsettling and mostly, free, which is why I’m having so much fun doing this piece.  On Fulton between Front and South at Dossier Projects.  8:00.  XO!

Tonight I’m playing the 10th Anniversary party of Cinders Gallery in the South Street Seaport.  I’ll be working a wine glass w my cell phone inside of it.  I use the Moog Filtatron App’s microphone to create a feedback loop inside the glass, which is in turn mic’d and this sound rolls through my two delay pedals, two amps and whatchya get is notes from the universe that are quite beautiful, at times unsettling and mostly, free, which is why I’m having so much fun doing this piece.  On Fulton between Front and South at Dossier Projects.  8:00.  XO!

RAFT’s Transmission’s performance is being covered by some pretty cool folks down in Arlington, VA at Black Box Theater…Thanks to Sasha Lord for making it happen.  

RAFT’s Transmission’s performance is being covered by some pretty cool folks down in Arlington, VA at Black Box Theater…Thanks to Sasha Lord for making it happen.  

A great night at the Eye Beam Center for RAFT with colleagues Pat Spadine and Pedro Sousa.

Pat played a piece on wooden xylophone, tape decks and metronome. As usual, it was brilliant. Later he and I did a piece with his light sensors. I went around Eye Beam taking video and photos and placed the light sensors over and on the images on my cell phone. These light waves were then turned into sound waves via Pat’s homemade mixer and converters.

Pedro Sousa fired up the old air compressor and had it blow air into the saxaphones. In turn, the saxaphones played different pitches, very loudly I might add. He also used duct tape to shut certain holes on each sax which created more pitches. A very striking, conceptually rich piece that was also challenging due to the intense volume and relentless sound. Loved it. Was very smart.

I had a wonderful time walking around finding pitches within the Eye Beam. I recorded pipes, a hydraulic lift, chairs, stands, light cages, strings and whatever else seemed to have a tone. I programmed my Finger Beat App to hold all of these sounds and I tuned each pad to be in harmony with the other pads. For instance, I would play the G# pipe against the C# lift. It was a lot of fun and satiated a current need I have to find the voice of a building.

Daniel Neumann provided a very friendly and welcoming environment for all this experimentation.

Here’s a video of the film Le Revelateur taken by Christine Costello. It has sound so you can hear the soundtrack I was making.

Text Matter VI, via RAFT RESIDENCY at MONKEY TOWN4/DENVER

How can we summarize this?

We know nothing.

Sounds and music evoke so much emotion…..crazy.
Being old and alone is scary.

If a restaurant is empty or a bar is empty do you
leave or hope for better things to come.

Transformers.
More than meets the eye.

It’s a good time to be alive.
Nostalgia is important.

Did I just get shut down. Who wants to go to space?

A love story. New York to DC if you know what I mean.

To be a great artist, one must be very strange.

Popping bubbles is the best. Just about every thing looks better from the window of an airplane.

Fun to watch people outside their comfort zone.
Ropes make me think of the devil.

We are here and ready to enter your works.
Monchichi monchichi hibiscus tea. Hold the phone.

I keep your distance. think it’s the latter.
Denver was a territorial leader.
Did you hear about Pluto?.. .that’s messed up!

We have not lost all our graces.
I am almost the prefect Asian lady.
I learned while in South Korea.

But shit, it was ninety-nine cents! (Bag it). Coppin’ it, washin’ it, ‘bout to go and get some compliments.

Passin’ up on those moccasins someone else’s been walkin’ in.
You cannot spoil a rotten egg.
Let’s all be a bit uncomfortable for a bit. And let it pass.
My name is Rachel and I am ok.
You do you.

Is this sex?

Text Matter V via RAFT Residency at Monkey Town4/Denver

Stranger.
Not be your biggest fear?
May we all be blessed with a simple home and a beautiful life. 
Parents are awesome. Would you do it for a scoobie snack?
Growing up is all about learning to take a kick in the teeth. Fearful and alone, the girls only solice came from her portrait.
I put my two weeks in today and it feels so good. 
It’s the ocean baby! Let’s get our feet wet!
Quit eating your feelings, they probably taste disgusting.
Good and Evil.
I’ve never seen such a gigantic gourd. walking, quickened paces. 
Oh the humanity!  
Floating like an angel through the drifting sun rays.  
I’ll be a thorn in your side till we die.  
I’ll be a thorn in your side forever.  
You were there. So was I.
In the park, 4th of July.   
Happy Lights Birthday Camera Action Don.  
What is dis?  It is when someone disses another.
Olive juice is running through your veins honey.  
What’s for dinner sarge?  

Text Matter IV, via RAFT RESIDENCY at MONKEY TOWN4/DENVER

Turn off your mind,Relax and float down the stream.

Que tengan una buena noche.
We need, but, what are we without the people.
The worst thing about fightin in a basement is you’re fightin in a goddamn basement.

The schnozberries taste like schnozberries.
Je parle français.
Someone call these poor people a can.
Bam bam bam. All lives end, but the best leave gifts.
The rug really ties the room together.

I’m a robot reading a message.
For a man who can’t grow up.
Just kidding.

Left right. Left right. Top to bottom. Top to bottom.

The sober scowl of a hobo made me feel small.
I agreed with the maestro : words had less and less meaning…
What would Charlie say about this?!
That dude had so much rope.

This all just feels so right. Seasons change and minds grow.

The room was full of ghosts and familiar strangers. Rest here my gallant steeds, lest we fall into a great vat of wattenpoo. I found the kitchen shears in your gym bag!

And as the suI looked. She sent a rectangle. I wondered what it was behind the rectangle.

It’s impossible for animals to enjoy the most simple ergonomic nuances we take for granted in our household furnishing selections. Except the bed and the couch. So they can have that.

Would rectangles be sent in three’s? Fours? Eight? What was she trying to tell me. Was it light hearted banter?

I agreed with the maestro : words had less and less meaning…Why is the lamb so angry? We eat lamb all day.

Affectionate and heart warming? Or was there literally a monkey standing by a turtle giving approval to achieve my dreams of one day being a space man.

Mann fell, the pusses arose from their slumber.

TEXT MATTER III, via RAFT RESIDENCY at MONKEY TOWN4/DENVER

What is your favorite pie?

How many times do I need to tell you.

Who’s your daddy?
Loran Lewis Noecker, Bow Valley, Nebraska.

I shouldn’t have eaten that acid.
Let go of anger.
Please stop now.

Also, raft, there is some serious racism going on in DU - our most educated arena…

Please hold me.

Yes, that is a swastika.

Gothic light and forgotten Gothic light and forgotten luggage in the American attic. Luggage in the American attic.

Do I feel like luggage?
Do I?

How could you do this to me? … and the doctor says, “the good news is that the guy in the bed next to you wants to buy your boots.”

Funny, she doesn’t look Druish.
That’s the most ridiculous thing you have ever said.

Are you feeling it yet?

I think I’m feeling it.
I have a concussion.

Drink your wine and don’t complain.

Conspicuous consumers of conspicuous consumption.

We are all trapped inside the hub. I don’t know, why, why don’t you ask your friend SIRI!?

I know it’s a long ways away, but for my birthday I’d like for you to get a job.

You were the one that said to “sit against it, it is soft.” . Triangle language.
Say something more interesting.

Surfbort (drunk in love). Five dudes. One cube. The last thing you googled.

I liked the birds. All of old. Nothing else ever.

Ever tried.
Ever failed.
Try again.
Fail again.
Fail better.

Keep your knife for me.

Fermented curry, swine soup, oh jeez my face is red, slurping down uncooked yolks, pickling the air. I have it on good authority that…To which she replied, “What else isn’t there?”. It was all a dream…

I was catching him being kinda drunk.

Surf bort. Drunk in love. This really makes you second guess yourself…I feel like I’m inside of a TV. There is no escape.

Not building a new world in the shell of the old, not attacking from the margins in order to weaken the enemy becoming ungovernable.

If you’re going to buy me a drink make it a gin and tonic.

Normcore.
Dare to be square.

What the fuck do you mean?!

Too often we enjoy the comfort of opinion without the discomfort of thought.

I like the kitty. Good googly moogly that thang is juicy. Oh,! It didn’t interest me.

Text Matter II via Raft Performance at Monkey Town/Denver

The magic of being conscious in life revealed.

Mother of rivers.

I feel like I’ve never been here before.
As I entered the room,
a patchwork of memories was stolen from me.

The cube.
New York.
Seasonality.
The centennial state.
Gleaning the Cube.
The highest state.
A state of mind.

Mother of rivers.
Rocky Mountain empire.
Colorful Colorado.

Where do you get off of my cloud?
I know how to bring it to fruition.

Should I feel ill at ease
if there’s nothing to lean against?

Then again, I have someone to lean on.

Our twerk is over, butts fly free.


BANG!
Fork.
Fish.
Fellini.

This was love at first sight, love everlasting: a feeling unknown, unhoped for, unexpected - in so far as it could be a matter of conscious awareness; it took entire possession of him, and he understood, with joyous amazement, that this was for life.

Oh the weight of a moment. Oh that they happen in rapid succession.

Nostalgia for a time that never was, dreams for a future that may or may not be.

Every man is guilty of all the good he didn’t do.

The uncomfortable place you are in your life is where growth takes place!

Usually, beauty fails.

There is no day when I return to innocence.

There is no day when I return to innocence.

INCREDIBLE!!

Rafting is relaxing.

Feel the waltz.

it goes feast famine feast. Feel the waltz.
it goes feast famine feast.
Girls. Girls. Girls.

Oh the weight of a moment. Oh that they happen in rapid succession.

Thou doth protest too much.

May the Schwartz be with you!

Where’s beetle juice?
And the sand worms?!
When are you putting on Tommy Boy?

Friendship is like peeing your pants.
No, Terence. Not in all your Sundays.

Sweet! Beautiful!
Romance! Sweet!
Beautiful!
Romance!

Brooklyn in the House.

Everyone can see its true warmth.

Eat me, billy boy!

Slain by the false azure of the window pane.

Usually, beauty fails.

I’m so gonna get glasses!!!

TEXTS TO RAFT DURING MONKEY TOWN 4 in Denver

If anything ever hit my heart, it was your performance. It described everything I’ve ever dealt with in my childhood. From my parents divorcing, moving from Brazil to the USA, dealing with the choice of parents, sleeping every other week with gunfire hoping a bullet who never hit you in your sleep and reaching Colorado. I’ve never felt such a mix of feelings for an art piece. I do not associate this with the fashionable “Colorado”. This embodies the chains of motherhood and youth. Being set free, the darkness and freedom.

I do not associate this with the fashionable “Colorado”. This embodies the chains of motherhood and youth. Being set free, the darkness and freedom that is associated with it.

Oedipus at his finest.
It’s funny that you’re showing this to us while we’re eating. Illustrating the differences between perceiving and understanding. I’m gonna have to talk to the super about the lighting in this hallway.

Latin hips, Latin hits, and Latin beats. Colorado’s secret sect. psychological immune system. smile. within the mile high. i am so high. there is love here. Demons come hither, for Young Lady craves the teeth dust.
To pull a thread is to unravel the whole. It’s funny that you’re showing this to us while we’re eating. felini fumbles Philistines.

We are liminal in this space between two worlds. To ki to ok kit ko co op oh ko PI tah. Magic happens here you just have to be aware to see it. Take time, you will see. Demons come hither, for Young Lady craves the teeth dust.
I’m afraid Lord Slumber’s gone missing again.

Call Steven and see if he’s out on the property. All epileptics please congregate in the foyer until the program is finished. Philistines fumble with Fellini feelings. I want a cigarette. Just kidding. This is colorado and those aren’t allowed. She emerges from the dark like an unwanted child. She emerges from the dark like an unwanted child. Toddler duels .

Transcend the frozen cube while children cry when the base is too low for them to hear. Tunnel syndrome blinds our vision and favor knifes cleanse our palates. Reverse gong bath and the intentional awkwards are still delicious. To pull a thread is to unravel the whole.

Boost your psychological immune system and smile and mile high. You ARE what you EAT. If you are ever riding into the infinite, don’t look back. Fried chicken is more than just a protein. The pelican is a most peculiar specimen. it’s beak can hold more than its belly can. Chicken noodle soup is good for you.You are the whale of my dreams.

Hello raft, goodbye bread. Are you a man? Or are you a cup of tea? Are you a woman? Or are you a piece of toast? Altered state. I was just wondering if you’d come along… Hold up my head when my head won’t hold on…
Cubism is … a picture for its own sake.

Literary Cubism does the same thing in literature, using reality merely as a means and not as an end. I don’t know if this message will make it to you, and if it does, only you know if it will be in time.

MACHOOGAMABUDFHAKADISSIBADOOKA. Eye, eye, eye, eye, I know that eye, I don’t know that girl. The universe is in me.

Peace love and understanding. Hot monkey pornography. Edible accordion panties.Thermal anal gravity. Hear my energy flow. Taste the fungal creme. Let us enhance this experience. Thou shalt not harm. Enter the tunnel of my dragon ancestors. Mommy you taste like daddy’s cock. Eat me in the garden of bethsheba. Downward thrusting fisted monkies. Inhale my childhood essence.

Your uncles a bad man.

Okay.

And she ate a million blueberries. Pix pox del a eyes hogwash. The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return! Cauliflower is soooooooo hottt right now. Mommy, you need some wine.

You callin da wolf? American beauty. Oh America.

This reminds me of the wizard of oz where the guy is behind the curtain, except we are behind the curtain with him. Birds were in the supermarket today. Do you ever feel alone in a room full of people.

Sifting through the memories of words left to say that have drifted away. If you find a bag of weed on the floor Pick it up, pick it up / Pick it up, pick it up.

What to to, what to do. Happy for acceptance. Q: “are you ready for this?” A: “sort of…” Corduroy. Obfuscation. What a skank. “Love is friendship set to music.”. Lamborghini Mercy.

Your chick she so thirsty. Titan.
I let my sadness fall all around me like a rime of snow and just let things be. I go so far as to think you own the universe- Pablo Neruda.

From each branch; clear drops tremble,

Bright buds blow,

Everything opens and vibrates;

All things grow.

You rush about.
The right idea had gravity and things will begin to collect around that idea. Do something diiferent.

Be present. Pancake. Star matter. Break Dancing. Hot shower. Boob snuggles.

One trip around the sun for baby Grigsby. Dispensary, what does that mean? We contain multitudes. Trains, planes, automobile.

Are we having a mouth orgasm???!!!!

I spin and I spin and I spin, wandering through life as though I occupy space. Pomegranate seeds like the stones in my heart.

Until war shows me the diversity of who I am.

If you had a rope, what would you do with it? Why do you project the things that you are not? Grant is sooo coool.

I feel Jesus in the awkwardness of honest, nervous lovers.

Have you ever wondered how Sparta and Athens are different? Well, I have. This reminds me of Ecuador.

os, tres, TE. CHOCOLATE CHOCOLATE CHOCOLATE BATE BATE CHOCOLATE.

What wirelessly connects us also casts different realities. If The answer is unclear, can I ever be satisfied? Patty cake patty cake, pound away your pain. I played in the woods until I smelled of pine and was sticky with sap. maybe if I’d paid attention to mr. knotts intro I’d know what asshole dosed my pastry.

Focus, out of focusssssssssssssss. Loneliness alone. Oops baby I did it again. I played with your heart and got lost in the game. Is it not the sweetest flower? Does not this flower of love have its petals.

What is love? What is this longing in our hearts for togetherness? I might need some private time with my Mac book after the Agnes Bolt. Seeds flying round and ground. No order. No light.

Specific hands, soft. Guffaw outside soup. Nice hat. Are you having fun? Kant lied. Slain pockets of plenty worn by few. Sweaty smothered suits of flesh. Take take take take.

heat always makes the colors we make. look they are dripping off the natural world. I had a dream as a girl- gift boxes as coffins. No more business as usual. Flight. ‘Fuck you’.