In Luigi Russolo’s words, I could tell he is really passionate about this artform, he created rules and broke down qualities with almost a sense of giddy. For instance, when he states that we get infinitely more pleasure from combining sounds, the “we” sounds like a friend trying to convince the other this totally cool thing they had and how it would totally benefit them. Luigi’s words also sound like he’s trying so hard to maintain his energy so he doesn’t scare away his new friend at first, then some of the energy just bursts out with the bolded onomatopoeia then the paragraph goes where it pleases. It really feels like Luigi is quite bored of the musical landscape of his time and really wants a friend to talk to him about the exciting future. If he was brought to this era through time travel, he would probably bounce off the walls in excitement. When he mentions pure sounds, what qualifies a sound for such a refined title? I assume he means sounds that were made to be musical but can instances such as birds be pure, would the sound of a river be considered a noise-sound?
I chose what I think is a dramatic reading by Kathy Acker under a tab called Sexing Sound: Aural Archives and Feminist Scores. I did not properly read the category the audio was posted on, so the content in the audio had provided me plentiful whiplash. I had first assumed it was going to be a monologue about being a woman in the city of New York but the audio continued then the dialogue taken me aback when a man character came into the picture. To randomly come across a man, privates at mast because of you, admitting he had been stalking you for the last couple months, and to continue having a conversation with such a person is a baffling situation to ever come across. I was so checked out by the end of the audio with hands in the air like the police had told me to turn around or something, I hadn’t even noticed that the main speaker had properly intimidated the troublemaker after the initial shock. What was New York like in the 1980s? A city that sleeps with so many characters slinking in the shadows waiting for an encounter? With my reaction I don’t think I would’ve survived well during those times.