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‘Ludwig van Collage’ by Mel From Melbourne


Music- and sound-collage play in that bend in the river where public access and private property intersect. Its aim is at once the animal pleasure of cool water on a hot day in the company of friends and always those one or two new invitees/crashers AND the conversations that link the percussionivities of joy and tantrum. I will admit that oftentimes these conversations are heavy and BIG, but so often are the best and deepest chats had whilst two or more are walking or running or bathing or working at some simple task, like the task a drummer or horn player undertakes in the oneness of joy engaged in entertaining and educating the people gathered. Perhaps that lesson is community or self-acceptance/-challenge, perhaps it relates to Nature or the otherworld. In most play there is some work just as there ought to be some play in most work. Ludwig van Collage inhabits such waters – legitimating illegitimacy and illegitimating legitimacy plus the other stuff…

The work was conceived and executed by Mel From Melbourne.

©Mel From Melbourne 2019.

https://melfrommelbourne.bandcamp.com/album/ludwig-van-collage

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