About 'aerodrom'.
'aerodrom' is the code name for a forthcoming photo novel with music. While in the past it was described as a game, I have decided to speak low and deliver high, rather than the other way around.
The main point is to organise a body of music around a geographic structure, so as to free up the way music is normally contained. I also hope that a work can be made that can't be 'shared' as a folder full of mp3s. It would be more like a performance.
Although I am currently experimenting with 3D and panoramic vision I'm finding that basic photography is probably the most effective means to keep the mood. I now have musical examples you can hear on this page.
It get finished when it gets finished. I hope to get a lot done during the coming inter-sessional gap. I hope to finish it before I die of old age.
Here's a small reproduction from my inspiration wall which I am using for textures and colours.
These images belong to many people so I don't want to reproduce them larger here.
They are a mixture of boneyards, decrepit fun fairs and places where nuclear and biological catastrophe have evacuated the population. I like that kind of thing.
The listener will need to first find a way into the aerodrom, and then has many downed aircraft to explore.
These pages continue the very slow but steady preparation for opening day.
'aerodrom' is taken from Tesla Aerodrom in Belgrade. Yes, that Tesla.
Version: 21 October 08.
Back story.
Whether by the creeping rise in temperature or the falling levels of oil underground, the stuff that held up the heavens began to sag. In some places it dipped precariously into the 'real world' forming misty spider webs in the upper air. While all could see the patchwork with a simple telescope none would agree what was taking place. Until planes started to pass through it.
The aeroplanes flew higher, the heavens were lower, and it was inevitable that some mixture would take place. At first it was a few less passengers. Then a few more. A clutch of anxious Aztecs, providing newspapers a day of excitement. A gaggle of Roman gladiators (and what a mess they made of the seating!) One aircraft arrived sloshing with ancient salt water and sharks, the crew having waterproofed their door with extra food trays.
It got worse. There was a saying in those days – what goes up isn't necessarily what comes down.
There are some grand tales from the era. The time that President Reagan came back down and won the following election. Not one but 12 near copies of David Bowie, one of whom was female. Some East Germans chartered flights under the impression that they would recover Hitler, but all they got was a wooden trunk filled with biscuits. The contents of the planes became increasingly odd as the firmament curved downwards. Things made no sense, or at least they made sense in mysterious ways. Hundreds of glowing mice. Orange slime mixed with teeth. A glass coffin. Once, a smaller plane that fit neatly inside the original.
Aircraft would occasionally lose their crew and fall out of the sky. The loss of Melbourne was particularly tragic, compensated slightly by the time it rained flowers in Singapore for a week. The airlines also rapidly fell out of business and people tended to stay safely at home, traveling the world on FaceGoogle 4.0. No one went above ground level again, leaving the sky for birds (some of which would end up being replaced by egg cups and cocktail umbrellas).
The law came that all aircraft were to be impounded in ‘boneyards’, their mysterious contents sealed. Barbed wire and soldiers kept people out and the madness in. The madness festered.
Long after, when the temperature was much higher and the oil was all gone, victors of the wars lived in the tropical polar regions leaving the vanquished with large areas of desert. A story went around that inside a boneyard you could find storage tanks full of water. No one could quite remember what the big metal things were... maybe they were all filled with water? But you had to be careful. The elders could read that you should KEEP OUT because ARMED GUARDS PATROL THIS AREA. The place belonged to somebody called BIOHAZARD who sounded pretty mean.
Still, it was water. Maybe if they went in at night...