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House Packed For Musical Science Theater
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Composer David Alan Broome and ASL interpreter Sandie Busby
David Alan Broome: “Music Of The Senses”
LowDown
March 9, 2024
I never thought I’d see an overflow crowd show up for an experimental music gig in Tulsa, but Tulsa has a way of upending my expectations. It’s part of what keeps me here, keeps me out there: you never know when some new eddy is going to surface in the current, however familiar you are with the stream.
As LowDown filled with people last Saturday night, I kept overhearing versions of the same comment: “I’m not really sure what this is going to be?” Preview materials for Tulsa-based pianist and musical adventurer David Alan Broome’s “Music Of The Senses” (sometimes listed as “Music For The Senses”) promised something about machine learning, something about American Sign Language, something about original compositions. Social media hinted that there might be a string quartet involved. Word got around that singer Annie Ellicott might be performing, too, and that it would be her birthday. All of this proved intriguing enough to pack the house with an unusual mix of music nerds, weird-art aficionados, Tulsans with hearing loss and tech people.
It was a four-act show — well, five, if you count the inadvertent performance art piece that ended the night, in which the candles on a birthday cake some friends brought in for Ellicott set off the fire alarm and all the buildings on the block got evacuated. The uncertainty around “what was generating what” in these pieces was one of the primary delights of the concert, which Broome described as “musical science theater.”
As part of NYC-based Ensemble Pamplemousse, Broome has been exploring the realm of experimental chamber music for many years. His opening composition on this night merged strings, synth, and voice with uncanny sound effects produced by the light-responsive-sensor-studded gloves worn by ASL interpreter Sandie Busby, as she translated AI-generated text that was delivered in real time via technologist Aaron Bean and sung by Ellicott. (Here’s a podcast episode where Broome and Bean discuss their collaboration.)
David Alan Broome's "Music Of The Senses"
That sounds like … a lot. But the result was a seamless whole, a sophisticated composition evoking a nighttime landscape full of growls and sparkles. Two violins, a viola, and a cello rose, seethed, and collapsed; at one point, the musicians breathed through harmonicas as they played. Long, piercingly dissonant high notes from violinist Kiersten Moser became icicles of harmony picked up by the ensemble, then resolved into a gentle melodic line. Gamelan effects from Broome’s piano spangled alongside Ellicott’s reedy voice as she found the song in the poetic text that appeared in front of her on an iPad: “thunderclouds poised in the distance … seeker of the hidden truths told by the clouds in the eyes of the sky … weaving the world’s scales … gone from sight but not from mind.” A bending line in the music became visible in a soft sweep of Busby’s hand across her face. Her movement, producing its own “voice” through a modular sound box, told the unheard story.
After a long break, an untitled piece from Broome and Moser’s ongoing project doom.kit—a mesmerizing drone — kept the meditative energy of the first half going. Moser masterfully ranged through dimensions of stretched lines, noise, and fuzz on her violin, sometimes vocalizing too, as Broome modulated her sounds through his synth and weaved in rainy drip-drops and soft, loose chords.
We were prepped to see the music, by this point; as the show transitioned into its third act, we were invited to be the music. At the piano, martini in hand, Broome called out prompts to the audience — name a natural phenomenon! a barnyard animal! a problem! — as Ellicott, Bean, and Busby retook the stage with roguish smiles. Bean fed the responses into the AI (with the added input of “in the style of”), which instantly created poems that Ellicott and Broome then improvised songs from. On the spot, they generated fully-realized tunes about an aurora borealis (in the style of Samuel Beckett), an alpaca (in the style of Dr. Seuss), and stepping on a LEGO (in the style of Mark Twain), with the performers barely holding it together at times as they delivered the incredible goods for an audience that could not believe what they — what we—were doing.
AI, Annie Ellicott, David Alan Broome, and an alpaca in pajamas
Finally, after a “happy birthday” singalong for Ellicott, Broome said we were finally going to get some answers as to the mechanics of these performances. The explanation was as mischievously confusing and perfectly executed as the performances themselves. “There have been a lot of questions about what’s going on up here with these objects and how they interact with each other, and I just wanted to take a moment and … have Sandie explain it to you,” Broome said — and the audience laughed as Busby started ASL-interpreting a written statement in front of her. We heard snippets of Broome’s recorded voice, but they soon became completely distorted by effects from Busby’s sensor-gloves as she translated his script. The hoped-for description became an absurdist performance of its own: six minutes of gleeful obfuscation that was nonetheless brilliantly clear.
Sandie Busby explains it all
After the show, I walked across Guthrie Green with the sound of the birthday cake fire alarm fading behind me, as evacuated Tulsa Artist Fellows and Duet Restaurant patrons made their own impromptu ensemble sounds on the sidewalks. Suddenly I couldn’t tell where the concert stopped and life began. It was like the night’s experiments had fled their lab and were prankishly following me outside. When I unlocked my car, it beeped in the same pitch as the alarm — a synchronicity I was fully primed to enjoy thanks to Broome and his friends.
Next at LowDown: Pianist Barron Ryan, March 15
