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pera multimdia.com Nigel Shanlege ao cantodedicado a Karlheinz Stockhausen(apresentado no dia de sua morte) e aNam Jum Paikapresentado para o OCCII Amsterdam.2 horas.

abstract:St.Aim is a 30 minutes technopera in three grachts with one bass singerperforming with papercut and joystick microactors. The sound is to bebodily and computer created according to the Karlheinz Stockhausen's Lichtthree formulas reworking. It must be presented on a Friday.

"I use tecnology in order to hate it more properly. I make technology lookridiculous" Nam Jun Paik

first gracht:[As the audience arrives in front of the Amsterdam

Muziektheater, The Opera Singer, wearing a blackand white Karlheinz Stockhausen's mask, quiet andstill, counts the persons around; when they get to13, 26 or 39 after the scheduled time he may begin];

The Opera Singer:0'00""Light nothing teaches ofcolors!";0'17" "Weren't we to enter the musictheater for the opera? Oh! It already operatedthroughout us the theatermusic... I wonder thesinger" [stare the Opera House];1'02" "Doors were made in the samedays as jails and partiturs. A glass house is not a

crystal's home. Madre Tsma is a city inside thesound mirror Hahahaha & ha!" [paranoid lookingaround the audience];1'31" "I remember Junxieused to tell me to look for the cameras and to listento the algorithms in the machinery whispering... Heused to say every street has its aims..."[begins to

walk in the direction of STEIM];1'58" "The train to Nowhere where Ishould meet the Junxion Board on Wednesdaybroke up and I found myself alone in Madre Tsma";2'07" " This voice from the alley

whispered: 'I can see you're not from here, bewareof the street and do mind me a...";2'20""...a chip 7x, a cheap chip... aship for a sheep?' ";3'00" "A zombie!? Me?! Azombie? No!...";3'33"I'm a very reputeable bellyprogrammer from the cyborg class and I'm notinterested in this nonsense addictions throughoutmy soudbody... that said I, but then... ... ..."[tights];3'50" "The Aim! ... The Aim! Throwedall my fears into my ears... screamed my weaknessand my secrets, as if it turned back round my skin!

The whole street had their eyes on their ear andtheir ears were on me... And I had just forgotten

everything from any previous existing I might havebeen."[sits on the floor];

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4'04" "Junxie then took the last syringeof his Burroughs Synth and gave the shot on mylabyrinthus."[rises and walks the bridge];4'10" [stops in themiddle of the bridge and from on plays a crackleboxmeanwhile sings].

second gracht:[Takes the mask off and tears it to pieces, still there is a labyrinth with acity's map and a syringe mask underneath the other];5'00"{if there is a crow "Ever More!"}{if there is a albatroz"Gamoverhead!"} "From then I never understood the machines anymore, Ifelt them." [roll a cigarette];5'25" "Months I passed in between St. Aimhacking looks and the alleys' searching for new technologies for myeverhungry ears until I finally found myself sleeping under the same bridge

with Junxie and had lost all my luggage.";6'01" "A gracht is not a river nor a sea. Why do we takeall this weight of technics on our shoulders? We need to get in contact - said

he. We need to touch and in here there's not such. The more I take I learnto listen, the more I lack hearing. And since even a cyborg like you is here,perhaps we can get together and aim the aim.";6'40" "A cyborg!? Me?! A cyborg? No! Not anymore -screamed I meanwhile following him crawling under my mechatronicalshell.";7'03" "Then he went to St. Aim, the richest and poorer placeinside our hearts and stopped in front of the most expensive brothel in the

white light district - the toy shop and that's where he saw her, that windowframed apple headed maiden, the last closed code virgin.";8'00" "Lisa, Lisa... she was only one desire.";8'24" "An opera character never feels love, but I canasure I've seen it... Junxie's body loosing all the apparatus he took years

stoling, buying, cheating to acquire... all of them falling to the ground as hebecame naked to the ears of that prostitute and the laughs of the browel. Iquickly got in the fighting with the crowd that gathered to get those shinyglimpses of projects and goods.";9'10" "But I just stoped to watch them... I had cried and had toust stop and watch them... The crowd stole my drugs, I felt the cold turkeyof my loneliness... I just heard their hearts in sync beating." [beat both handson the chests in a 10/4 rythm];10'00" "And I my train passed in the middle of thestreet between me and them... ... In a lapse I remebered this world we're in,the one outside the opera, the theater and the music {talks about the soundshapping in the here-now of the performance} and seduced by reality I tookthe train...".

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gracht finale:[opens the STEIM front door and ask everyone to come in the stairway hall,then close the door, deactivate the alarm and go upstairs meanwhile

removes the mask],{there must have no light turned on in there};10'22" "Today I've received a letter from the Madre TsmaNecrologium with the drawing of door, which I opened and released meinside this body in the middle of you all, Children of Lucifer... In this letteras well were the bodies of Junxie & Lisa";[turns around and presses thegreen button that opens the first floor door while walks down the stairsshowing the letter];10'44" "Oh yes I almost forgot... you have the spectators role,so your part is to only hear your own hearings" [do not open the studiosaccess door in the meantime than go upstairs again];11'06" "Spectators only want to see the dead body" [presses thegreen button] "I will show you the dead body!" [goes slowly downs thestairs and if not allowed to reach it again, repeat the last sentence]... "The

dead body"... "Interactivity is cleasing our hands in others' blood";12'00" "Now you are the characters on the opera andI'm but the only spectator, throughout making kynetic questions to theoystick pathologists may we know what happened to them...":

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the pathology room:Candle lighted, the scenery is made of a miniature St.Aim made of papercutin the middle of the room, inside it there is a table with joysticks. Onespectator seat only on which The Opera Singer will sit with a microphone.Different types of moves with the controllers, arise in different live singingeffects at the same time that triggering other prerecorded singing voices andbodillysounds that will give more poethic information on the death of thelovers and where are their dead bodies. As for example, waving the wiicontroller downwards the mayor whipping Junxie while he sings about theonions skins.