The Folk Music of Chance Electronics:
Circuit-bending the Modern Coconut By Qubais Reed Ghazala |
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![]() School age Ghazala |
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I was expected to follow the course of my parents - Masters degrees in this and that, graduating with honors and so on. I did try. But I was bored. Very, very bored. It was, perhaps, in third or fourth grade that I was summoned to the front of the class. Instead of being glued to the blackboard, as was expected of educable students born in the 1950's, I'd been spotted head-down at work with my pencil. "And bring that!" my teacher scolded, pointing at the drawing I was about to leave behind. Drawing in hand I approached the teacher's desk. The class around me was hushed. "Give me that!" she demanded, taking my drawing and staring at the jumble of lines. The confusion on her face was obvious to everyone - this was not the rocket ship or cartoon she expected. A couple giggles broke out from the kids behind me. "What is this?!" she said sternly, flustered, and barely in control. I whispered, nearly ready to cry, "It's an endless maze." I will tell you now what I should have told her then: I was bored. Instead I offered to demonstrate the maze. "Do you want to see?" I said, thinking I might get out of trouble if I explained things and certainly not realizing how much trouble I was about to set in motion. Nodding a "yes", a slow yes, my teacher handed me the maze. I placed the maze on her heavy oaken desk, an invader next to her black books and purple mimeographed lessons, and reached into my pocket. The disapproval on my teacher's face worsened. My schoolmates, usually a noisy bunch, were dead-silent again because this was very strange. If called to the front of the class the determination was usually swift. Leaving the nickel behind in my pocket I removed the remaining two cents of my "milk money" and held the pennies in my clenched fist above the maze... a maze that at that moment had no beginning or end, a piece of paper filled edge-to-edge with continuous maze, homogenous and without distinguishing feature. Just corridors twisting, overlapping here and there, crowding the paper as though pressed for space, all the while purposeless with embarkment and destination points unknown. I dropped the two pennies on the maze and they spun. Pirouetting in my graphite jungle they finally settled to finish the maze, creating at the same moment a surreal map of my destiny. "Now there are start and finish points," I explained, "and every time you drop the pennies you have a new maze." In my teacher's silence I ran the new maze with my eyes. "May I keep this for a few days?" she asked, her tone now very polite. It was one of my best mazes, but I agreed and was dismissed to my seat. Through a sea of awed faces I sulked to my desk and, missing both the irony and prediction of this incident, began to plan the next maze, or some other page I'm sure, in my "problem student" dossier. As mentioned, I was tested and counseled and encouraged and interviewed
and on and on and on. Nonetheless, I've always looked at the world outside
the school window as my fantastic personal laboratory, a stupendous
learning environment all by itself. And it has always been to its flasks
and lessons that I've felt most welcome, and within them most fulfilled.
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The starting point of this maze was a few years past my grade school experience. I was in junior high school, but only barely. The rabbit hole was in my bedroom charading as my wooden multi-drawered desk. In the main drawer was a magic lamp that I knew well, but had not rubbed correctly to meet the genie. It is rare, Aladdin might agree, to hear the genie before taking sight of, but this is how the oracle came to me - in abstract musical apparition. What happened? In a rush to find a forgotten item for a lost-in-time project, and somewhere during the psychedelic 1966-7 "Summer of Love" era, I closed my desk drawer and the world changed. I'd fallen down the hole and I heard the genie call in oscillating waves luring me inside the lamp. Or was it the sirens of Ulysses, I might ponder now, drawing me again to dangerous shores? In my drawer a small battery-powered amplifier's back had fallen off,
exposing the circuit. It was shorting-out against something metal causing
the circuit to act as an audio oscillator. In fact, the pitch was
continuously sweeping upward to a peak, over and over again. |
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I was a penniless teenager. I'd heard a few synthesizers on recordings.
But at fifteen years old and fundless, owning one was not in my near
future. Here, though, in this shorted-out mini amp I had discovered a
sound source within my means to explore synthesis and experimental music. I soon modified the amplifier in numerous ways. Placing the circuit
within a larger housing, I added rotary switches to the short circuit
paths so I could run the new circuits through various resistors,
capacitors, diodes, photo cells, and any other electronic component I
could find. Potentiometers and push-buttons were added. I discovered
places on the circuit that, if touched, would make the circuit howl: I
then added body-contacts. Not knowing I was building patch bays I built
patch bays. I even added a tiny spinning speaker system. |
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Turning the rotary switch sequenced these sounds and created rhythms of these unusual voices. Waving a hand over the photo cell gently swept the pitch and animated the sounds. If the body contacts were touched during any of this the voices could be pitch-shifted downward until nothing but clicks or upward until out of hearing range. |
A chain of people could "play" each other's bodies using the body contacts. If you broke the chain with your partner, closing the chain again by holding hands, or stroking an arm, or kissing (or any way to vary the contact of flesh) would play the instrument.
No one had seen such a thing before at my high school. The box now had a
couple dozen controls and a set of cables for the patch bay. There were
chrome finger contacts, several dials, and speaker grille cloth cut from
my orange plaid bedroom curtains. |
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Truth be told, at home in my basement lab I was learning more about electronics, music and synthesis, than my high school could offer at any grade level. I learned endless valuable lessons as this first instrument was built and re-built over those early years, housed and re-housed into different enclosures. Further, as I began to chance-modify other sound circuits I became aware of what seemed to be a new world of music, intriguing and endless, just moment away. I was exploring chance electronics. While simple, the process is
explosive in startling audio output. Fantastic aleatoric music might
result composed of either "real" instruments (samples) or layers of
evolving indefinable sounds (new synthesis). When working with human or
animal voice synthesizers new musical languages might appear. Perhaps less
dramatic but no less intriguing are the original tone colors that might
result, turning that $2 discarded keyboard into something you will gladly
place in your studio. |
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When satisfied with the collection of discovered circuit paths they are finally "hardwired" into place. This is done by wiring each new circuit through its own switch, a toggle switch that you mount on the instrument's case. Using the switches you can now actuate the effects you discovered with the traveling wire. Plus, now you can combine the effects by turning several switches on at once. I should also note that once the tiny speaker is bypassed the new "line output" will usually produce fine frequency range and fidelity. We've entered a world where music, in theory, circuit design and composition, no longer adheres to human presumption. Thus, great new sounds and musical realities can happen here as you sit with your out-of-theory instrument, your truly alien instrument, and listen to its metamorphosed output. After all, you now have an instrument that exists nowhere else in the universe and can present you with sounds no one else has yet heard. Not that I don't appreciate the music lab's environs, even adore a good
system or module. I do! And not that I'm uninspired with the results of
the theory-true synthesizers I design from scratch, such as my Vox
Insectas or human voice generators. Wonderful instruments! Appreciated as
well are the complex polyphonic instruments I've built from kits or
schematics adhering strictly to design (and music) as we know it. Still,
I've personally found more truly new sounds to listen to, to ponder and
work with by week's end, through chance electronics. "As we know it"
...changes. |
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Ghazala in home
experimental music studio playing an English Phonofiddle, mid 1980's |
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I am surrounded by instruments - every catastrophe in my house sounds musical. My total collection nears five hundred including many unusual instruments of the world, antique through modern. I'm fond of everything in the planet's instrumentarium (and play Chinese er hu as often as electronic instruments). It is because of this, perhaps, that I recognize the difference. Chance-wired instruments take you to a new place. |
Many new terms were to follow such as "living instrument", "the threshold of invention", "clear illogic", "BEAsape" and "immediate canvas", along with various instrument names now used to define the movement's emergence. "Immediate canvas" is very important. Until now the presumed hurdles of electronic design have instilled a sense of apprehension in lay persons. Even without electrocuting one's self, a slow and tedious entry is expected within a stack of daunting, equation-bound texts. Circuit-bending changes all this as it transforms the circuit into a friendly and "immediate" canvas: like the painter's canvas, immediately there for anyone at all with brush in hand. Just walk up to it and paint. One of the reasons the modern painter's canvas is immediate is because painters, today, rarely wildcraft their pigments. Stretch a canvas (if that!), squeeze tube, paint. That's pretty immediate. Similarly, a parallel can be seen in circuit-bending's circuit board as canvas and ready-made pigments in the form of the traveling wire mentioned above. Just as personal understanding of the science of pigment is not as needed by painters today as it once was, upon circuit-bending's immediate canvas a similar thing now occurs: the science of the electron is no longer needed to advance the creative moment. Finally, with electronics, just walk up to it and paint. The painting process here, circuit-bending's chance approach, is an act of "clear illogic". As opposed to fuzzy logic, a seeking of norm within chaos, clear illogic seeks chaos within the norm. It is through this chaos, a powerful creative force, that the instruments are allowed to behave beyond the theoretical intentions (and limitations) of the designer. Let's place this concept on more familiar ground. Earthlings "musicalize" things. An instrument will be made from a coconut washed-up on the shore, eventually. The coconut could become the ball of a rattle (idiophone), or halved, the shell of a drum (membranophone). A hole could be poked and blown over (aerophone). The coconut might be used as a resonator for a stringed instrument (chordophone). It depends on how you see the coconut. |
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I did not publish my work until many years later. It
was in 1993, in EMI, that I introduced the Incantor (Incantor as in
incantation - odd chants and streams of mystic-sounding vocalizations
result from circuit-bending's rearrangement of the programs meant to
construct speech). |
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I'll describe the primary circuit-bent functions of an Incantor as these will set an example of results not only found in Incantors, but many other bendable circuits as well. |
Modern Incantor. |
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A visit to my web site will introduce dozens more instruments, sound files, and much descriptive text. There you'll find the Feylith and four-channel Dworkian Register, instruments meant to create a surround-sound environment for other instruments to perform within. You'll find the Particle Bay, another chance steel ball instrument, this time based on audio samples. You'll see the Sound Poem Tank (a phonics machine), the Audiowave Detonator (a sample smasher) and many, many more circuit-bent designs. Despite the heterodoxy of these instruments, I prefer to not let bent-circuit musical composition become a thorny subject. I am satisfied with the realization that every sound, like every color, elicits an emotion. That is enough for me even when composing with aleatoric elements (though this subject is both fascinating and endless, being debated with me since I built my first instrument). I suppose the greatest value I see in circuit-bending, beyond the new palette, is how the art encourages fresh musical thought. It is these two aspects, the art's sound and ideas, that have kept me at the bench and in the studio for decades. Some artists gravitate to the art due to the anti-establishment aspects, a political stance setting themselves against the standard music industry (instrument manufacturers as well as music purveyors). While conscious of the political subterfuge such an art might engender, I, on the other hand, do not see this as either unusual or particularly important - it is how our machine works. Part again of the threshold of invention, an unstoppable force. I should mention that in my exploration of "anti-theory" I do not abandon theory as many people presume. I only question it in the way that scientists always question prevailing concepts. I cannot think theory without anti-theory, a devil's advocate, alongside. Theory has been my friend for a very long time, true. But I've found it is not the only way to think, and clearly not the only way to create. You will note I have refrained from dropping the names of colleagues. Rather than parallel and compare this art and its output to any known models, I, in teaching it as the entity that impressed me as a young artist, have chosen to model presentation similarly. I focus on the history of my original discovery process which was original in that, as noted, I was uninfluenced by outside teaching or example. I was too young, too isolated perhaps. My aim, therefore, has been to welcome everyone by removing technical as well as academic hurdles as they were removed for me (14-year-olds rarely have college music labs to work in, classically the alternate and more usual birthplace of experimental music and instruments). However, for more specifics I will refer the reader to my 20-article series in EMI where I more closely detail the evolution of circuit-bending as well as its placement within the context and history of electronic and experimental music. As to this odd art's influence, circuit-bending's instrumentarium is exploding world-wide. The internet will hit non-stop on various galleries and artists presenting their discoveries (when I launched my website in 2000 it was the only place online to see circuit-bent instruments; it was also the first online instructional site). Now hundreds of new instruments are being built, by chance, every day. It is accepted that I have innumerable students. Millions I am told.
The truth, however, is that they are not mine. They and I, in fact, have
the same teacher - a mind-altering addictive art that reveals itself in
examples of composition that, while too alien to recognize, aretoo musical
to ignore. |
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![]() The church where, in 1968, Ghazala's first instrument was destroyed by an enraged audience |
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Standing next to my teacher in grade school, in trouble at her desk, was an incident that now reveals itself as a prophetic moment. Predictive in that I would continually find myself the "odd man out" in how I looked at things, trouble of one kind or another usually close at hand. Ironic in that following my own ideas and interests, while a hindrance in school, did bring its own reward in the end. Mostly though, that moment in front of the class was keenly metaphoric
in that my endless mazes of grade school were so like the maze of traces
on the abandoned circuit boards I bend today. How like the two pennies
dropped on the grade school drawing the two wire ends are, dropped onto
the maze of circuitry to define start and finish! Further, how endless are
the corridors in this new maze of hide-and-seek circuitry, in that nearly
every audio circuit around us is an experimental musical instrument
waiting to happen. |
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"This article is an expanded, early version of Ghazala's "The Folk Music
of Chance Electronics, Circuit-Bending the Modern Coconut," that also
appears in more concise form within "Music after David Tudor,
Leonardo Music Journal
Vol. 14., MIT Press." |