Bit by Bit, Cell by Cell

Description: 
Remember the Atari?
Composers: 
Yoav Gal
Yael Kanarek
Performers: 
Evann Siebens
Sarah Rivkin
Yoav Gal
Catalog Number: 
#647
Genre: 
experimental
Collection: 
theater
analog
vocal
Location: 

New York, NY

UPC: 
726708664725
Price: 
$15.00
Release Date: 
May 23, 2006
Liner Notes: 
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Format: 
1 CD
Enhanced CD
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Gal, Y.: Bit By Bit, Cell By CelliTunes Artist's PageiTunes Album Page
Song TitleTimePrice
1.Portal02:06$0.99
2.Vanishing Point04:40$0.99
3.Sugar High05:12$0.99
4.Eep03:09$0.99
5.Yours Forever11:58$-1
6.Grid06:29$0.99
7.Window02:17$0.99
8.Bit By Bit, Cell By Cell14:49$-1
9.Resolution03:42$0.99
10.Toolbox04:24$0.99
11.Extreme Beauty03:13$0.99
12.00:00$
13.Portal02:06$0.99
14.Vanishing Point04:40$0.99
15.Sugar High05:12$0.99
16.Eep03:09$0.99
17.Yours Forever11:58$-1
18.Grid06:29$0.99
19.Window02:17$0.99
20.Bit By Bit, Cell By Cell14:49$-1
21.Resolution03:42$0.99
22.Toolbox04:24$0.99
23.Extreme Beauty03:13$0.99

Bit by Bit, Cell by Cell

One Sheet: 

Remember the Atari and the dawning of computer game technology? Well, it's back, not with a vengeance but as an intense musical tool for an enigmatic Postmodern opera out of New York City known as Bit by Bit, Cell by Cell.

The fantastical production is a team effort of media artist Yael Kanarek, composer Yoav Gal, and dance-filmmaker Evann Siebens, packaged as an enhanced CD collectible art-object designed by Mushon Zer-Aviv. Together, it is a World of Awe production, helped along by a residency at Harvestworks. And what a production it is.

The plot (in itself an award-winning narrative) revolves around a lone traveler who searches for a lost treasure in a parallel world. Finding a portal in front of 419 East 6th Street and performing a dance right there in the street (see it when you place the CD in your computer), the hooded traveler escapes toward Sunset/Sunrise.

The rest is unclear but beautiful, striking in its mystery: Excerpts from the traveler's journal are set to the processed voice of soprano Sarah Rivkin combined with the sounds of the lost world/old-school of the Atari 800XL to convey the traveler's different moods, and create the musical topography of World of Awe.

In a collection of letters to a distant lover (how operatic!) the traveler signs them: "Yours forever, your sunset/sunrise forever yours, yours forever yours." What happened? Answers, please, on a postcard...

Reviews: 

DREAM MAGAZINE

Like clusters of angels caught in various beams of light and held suspended as their songs bleed through to our world. Actually this is a “postmodern opera”, and features a performance of the opening track Portal as a Quicktime movie in addition to the eleven songs. The musical backing and interludes are all performed on an Atari 800XL. Soprano Sarah Rivkin’s voice is sometimes layered into choirs of operatic/angelic voices. The Atari 800XL sections have a thick antiquated/timeless quality, sometimes almost sounding like a seriously deranged harpsichord. Quite lovely, listenable, and beautifully packaged as well.

By George Parsons

STARTLING MONIKER

A gorgeous work for Atari 800XL and soprano voice, this multimedia disc on Innova Recordings really threw me for a loop. There are many layers of meaning here, to the point that its ultimately unclear what’s happened. Nevertheless, this release really pushed the envelope of how much can be asked of the listener. I’m more than certain I’ll be using a large portion of 2007 to continue figuring this album out.

LA FOLIA

Gal and Kanarek contrive an unsettling universe. Kanarek’s cryptic story unfolds through a traveler’s postcards. Gal’s music extends Rivkin’s serenely innocent soprano with campy processing and gushy electronics, his only tool being an ancient Atari 800XL. Taken together, the audio, the booklet, the enhanced CD’s video and the online site (http://www.worldofawe.net/), Gal and Kanarek lay out a puzzling mystery in a parallel universe utterly askew. The short track “Grid” ranks high amidst techno-minimalist chatter, à la Reich and Lentz. Gal’s artfully constructed retro score achieves more than the work of many who compose with up-to-date gear.

By Grant C. Covell

JOHNSONS RAMBLER

Taking his cue from the hyperlinked, hyperreal digital landscapes of Yael Kanarek’s WorldofAwe, Yoav Gal constructs 11 sonic typographies from an old Atari 800XL, the voice of soprano Sarah Rivkins, and some alert sounds borrowed from Apple. Repeating layers of samples are deposited on top of one another until out of the cumulative weight are forced verdant valleys and hard mountain ranges. The texture is at once enveloping water and resistant granite. Intended originally for choreography – a sample video is included on this enhanced CD – it is effective, music of physical effect demanding a physical response. Gal’s compositional technique borrows much from medieval polyphony: vocal samples stretched inside the Atari across an inhuman tessitura create possibilities for refined mensural canons, as well as a curious human-nonhuman chorus effect that can be melody, accompaniment and sonic environment all at once. It is in this world that the Traveller of WoA finds herself in pursuit of an elusive treasure. Her journal narrates her experiences in this mysterious world; she also uses it to set down letters to an anonymous and absent lover. WoA is set in a hinterland that is both sunset and sunrise; and this is also how she comes to sign the letters. It soon becomes apparent that dusk/dawn is not the only duality that has been obliterated, as voice becomes sound, organic becomes digital, Traveller becomes landscape. It is no longer clear in this hexadecimal hallucination who these letters are from, or who they are to. In the end, as the Traveller gives herself up, bit by bit, cell by cell, to the rapture of digital oblivion, she perhaps discovers that after all, she is also the treasure she has been searching for. It’s fairly high-concept stuff – and you can include the low-tech approach in that equation – but perfectly accessible and often quite beautiful for it.

By Tim Rutherford-Johnson