Between the 4th and 7th of July I spend some highly inspiring days in Linz. I listened to the raw power of tires eating wet asphalt. I saw buildings bleed with colourful electric light. I saw teenagers parade with bottles of whiskey and rum. I spend dark hours behind a veil, while listening to the abstract mumbles of night dwellers on a bar’s terrace. I watched the Donau, and, at the other side, the strange metabolist building with trees growing on it. I bought three handmade rolls for only 73 cents each. I interviewed Sylvia Necker about the upcoming exhibition ‘Hitlerbauten’ of which she is the curator. I interviewed Christian Stefaner-Schmid on the culture of coffee. I drank coffee. I talked and walked with Al Margolis under a burning sun, a walk that became a bit allegorical, because it spanned thirty years of tape history, and touched upon his move from New York City to a little town upstream the Hudson. I saw the pictures of the bear that visited his backyard. I eventually got to see a bit of Linz and its buildings elegant as an old ladie’s Sunday afternoon cake. I did a performance, and I joined a discussion about everything possible and impossible you can say and think about magnetic tape and its use in every day art.
From Left to right, Al Margolis, Christian Stefaner-Schmid, Sylvia Necker
And the link to the video with my live set, and,
from 36th minute onwards the trio with Sylvia and Al