edge of wrong 12 this week!

The Edge of Wrong invites you to join us for our twelfth annual festival of experimental, uncompromising and dangerous music.

Expect a variety of sonic and visual explorations of the edges from a huge range of international and local artists: drumming ensembles, thunderous noise musicians, avant-pianists, drone ensembles, ambient artisans, post-post-punks, sonic clay sculptors, algorithmic composers, fringe poets, sound theatre, dance, live painting, the melodies of knitting patterns.

In collaboration with Contour Vinyl we will also be launching our first vinyl series: 12 highly limited lathe-cut 7″s containing exclusive works by the artists performing at the festival. These 7″s, each available in a micro-run of only 10 copies, will be available for purchase at our 2017 events.

“An edge is a special kind of being-in- place; it marks the transition between something and nothing. Edges are limits, and also shape-defining margins. To be at the edge is to exist in the “in” of the “in-between,” in the instant between one time and another. An edge cuts and changes whatever it encounters. It is where movement must stop or turn in a different direction; it is where people plummet into the abyss, or learn to fly. Things end, and begin, at this place—but nothing stays at the edge forever. Edges mark the boundaries of empty space, but they also represent the transformational places where new possibilities open up again.” – David Novak, Japanoise: Music at the Edge of Circulation

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FULL LINEUP

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WED 26th Amuse Cafe, 34 5th St, Linden, Johannesburg, 19:00
– Healer Oran
– Datsrok [Norway]
– MONOMORT [Norway]
– Thomas Holme [Norway]

THU 27th The Bijou, 178 Lower Main Rd, Cape Town, 20:00
– Jill Richards
– Coila Enderstein / Daniel Grey
– Darkroom Contemporary (short film)
– DATSROK (Kenneth Korstad Langås, noise) [Norway]
– Dolly Turing [UK]
– Khoi Konnexion

FRI The Bijou, 178 Lower Main Rd, Cape Town, 20:00
– Daniel W J Mackenzie [UK]
– Aragorn23
– RISK (lliezelellick, nonentia, choir, four drummers)
– As Is with Didi Didloff and Vasti Knoesen
– Belinda Blignaut and Jacques van Zyl
– Cara Stacey and Hanan Benammar [Norway]

SAT 29th The Common Room, 135 Albert Rd, Woodstock, Cape Town, 19:00
– Justin Allart and Thomas Holme [Norway]
– Gareth Dawson and Rhea Dally
– Jason Stapleton, Lucy Hazard (projection to audio by Justin Allart)
– Chantelle Gray and Anastasya Eliseeva
– MORKEN [Norway]

SAT Afterparty at the Common Room
– DJ’ing by 3EYE, Violet Beausoleil and Kenneth Angerhand [UK/SA/UZ]

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EXHIBITION

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Hanan Benammar (DZ/FR) – Giraffes don’t Whistle

Giraffes don’t Whistle is a silent karaoke video installation made in collaboration with the students of Brendon Bussy’s class at the Dominican School for Deaf Children.
The videos will explore the relationship between dream, landscape, night activities and perceived sounds from the narratives of the participants.

Mattias Cantzler (SE) – Marius Stocking Blues

Marius Stocking Blues is an experimental sound installation consisting of a self made busker organ.
The organ plays automatically by using a handle and based on a traditional Norwegian knitting pattern called the Marius pattern.
The knitting pattern used in the project is translated into braille, a script for blind people. Inspiration for the project is taken from phonography, cryptography, geometry, mosaic and textiles. The work relates to older forms of communications like for example telegraphy, smoke and light signals, but also has similarities to early computer technology.

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DETAILS

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R100 suggested cover charge per event (more or less according to means).

Right of admission reserved. Cellphones to be switched off during performances.

STUFF TO BRING: A comfy cushion you don’t mind getting dirty. Your own drinks. An open mind.

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A BIT MORE ABOUT EOW:

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HUNTER THOMPSON ONCE SAID that there is no honest way to explain the edge, “because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.”

It is a kind of hidden place that is revered and feared by some – the hellish underbelly of the world. Yet it is also a place searched for, written about, and found in the music of the strange. And it is this edge we want to bring to you by creating a space which allows musicians to etch out the edge of wrong, pushing the boundaries so that new sounds might be found.

The EDGE OF WRONG festival is currently in its twelfth year and serves mainly to facilitate cultural exchange. Though it has become an established production network it is forever evolving, intent on creating a sustainable environment for quality art of an exploratory nature.

SITE: http://www.edgeofwrong.com/sa
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Perfection is death, as it leaves nothing to be desired.

rainer maria rilke – from “requiem for a friend” (1908)

… That’s what you had to come back for: the lament that we omitted. Can you hear me? I would like to fling my voice out like a cloth over the fragments of your death, and keep pulling at it until it is torn to pieces, and all my words would have to walk around shivering, in the tatters of that voice; as if lament were enough.

But now I must accuse: not the man who withdrew you from yourself (I cannot find him; he looks like everyone), but in this one man, I accuse: all men. When somewhere, from deep within me, there arises the vivid sense of having been a child, the purity and essence of that childhood where I once lived: then I don’t want to know it. I want to form an angel from that sense and hurl him upward, into the front row of angels who scream out, reminding God.

For this suffering has lasted far too long; none of us can bear it; it is too heavy — this tangled suffering of spurious love which, building on convention like a habit, calls itself just, and fattens on injustice. Show me a man with a right to his possession. Who can possess what cannot hold its own self, but only, now and then, will blissfully catch itself, then quickly throw itself away, like a child playing with a ball. As little as a captain can hold the carved Nike facing outward from his ship’s prow when the lightness of her godhead suddenly lifts her up, into the bright sea-wind: so little can one of us call back the woman who, now no longer seeing us, walks on along the narrow strip of her existence as though by miracle, in perfect safety — unless, that is, he wishes to do wrong. For this is wrong, if anything is wrong: not to enlarge the freedom of a love with all the inner freedom one can summon. We need, in love, to practice only this: letting each other go. For holding on comes easily; we do not need to learn it.

sulamith wolfling – the little mermaid

Are you still here? Are you standing in some corner? You knew so much of all this, you were able to do so much; you passed through life so open to all things, like an early morning. I know: women suffer; for love means being alone; and artists in their work sometimes intuit that they must keep transforming, where they love. You began both; both exist in that which any fame takes from you and disfigures. Oh you were far beyond all fame; were almost invisible; had withdrawn your beauty, softly, as one would lower a brightly colored flag on the gray morning after a holiday. You had just one desire: a year’s long work — which was never finished; was somehow never finished. If you are still here with me, if in this darkness there is still some place where your spirit resonates on the shallow sound waves stirred up by my voice: hear me: help me. We can so easily slip back from what we have struggled to attain, abruptly, into a life we never wanted; can find that we are trapped, as in a dream, and die there, without ever waking up. This can occur. Anyone who has lifted his blood into a years-long work may find that he can’t sustain it, the force of gravity is irresistible, and it falls back, worthless. For somewhere there is an ancient enmity between our daily life and the great work. Help me, in saying it, to understand it.

Do not return. If you can bear to, stay dead with the dead. The dead have their own tasks. But help me, if you can without distraction, since in me what is most distant sometimes helps.

[Translator: Stephen Mitchell]