DEMF 2011

Words and video by: Telegraphy

With soar feet and a warn-out pair of dancing shoes, I have just survived Detroit's Electronic Music Festival (just). With a terrible ringing in my ear (even though I did wear ear protection) I can most humbly say that I had a blast at Movement 2011.

What ever name is given for this gathering of hipsters and geeks (Movement 2011, DEMF 2011, Tech-fest) you can rest assured that this event had all the makings of a world class music festival. Did I say "world class music festival". Maybe the reverberating bass of the underground stage misaligned my ear-canal and I didn't hear myself right or maybe it is a "world class music festival". I certainly can't prove it, mainly for the shear fact that I haven't traveled outside of the continental U.S. to see and compare other festivals. I'm dirt poor folks. But, evidence of foreigners creeping around the dance floors sends a pretty good message that this festival is becoming known world-wide. I have seen a number of, shall we call them to be politically correct, "groups of foreign tourist" - with camera's might I add.

Another growing trend (besides it's outrageous ticket prices) is it's collaboration with local artists. A few of them put up installations around Hart Plaza. More about this on a later posting. But for now, I'm going to concentrate on my original intention for attending, which is photographing freaks and geeks. As I entered under the front pearly white archway of the festival grounds late on the first day, it became clear to me that this venue had became to corpritizted. Successfully scaring away the hardcore electronic music nerds. Was it the over priced daily and weekend passes? The complete banning of any bottled water products on festival grounds or the lineup of over rated beat-butchers with expensive software better known as DJ's? For what ever the reason, the crowd had a definite deficiency of hardcore ravers, music nerd and the likes. In my opinion, people that were around back when this festival was free ether move away, wised-up or grew old.

No, my fine fussy friends - I'm not mudsling Movement 2011 or as my ninety year old grandmother says, "I'm not hate'n " I'm just pointing out that Paxahau (that's the promotions company and the soul organizer of this event) has become the "Microsoft" of electronic music festivals, monopolizing and growing. What I am trying to convey is the assumption that Detroit's Electronic Music Festival was better off being a free event. A event where the organizers concerned themselves more to the quality of DJ's acts rather then taking oaths to corporate gods.

Anyways, off of my Palmolive soap box. Changes I sighted at this years event were: 1) The underground stage with it's new DJ's both appearance. The video art was projected right onto a white elongated stage, which gives great ambiance. 2) The half !@#$%^ "Beat Port stage", with it's half the original length tent. The crowd all bunched together under the half tent like a herd of cattle, trying as they may to grab some cool and satisfying shade away from the hot sun or trying to keep dry from the Memorial Day rains. In any event, someone in upper management screwed-up. 3) An installation at the front gate of a Rube Goldberg machine. This multi stage mechanical wounder built by the finest nerds Detroit can offer, (hey I can say that, because I'm one as well) executes a complex problem solving action, same as it's original inventors device(Rube Goldberg), which is, nothing. But this one hands out Movement 2011 fliers that nobody wants.

After spending $80 for a weekend pass and lets not forget, as the ticket lady assured me at the ticket stand in a unsatisfying rough voice, "Don't look at the $80 sign up-top; it's actually $83. Three dollars is for processing fees". What ever amount of money I spent that weekend, I will always remember this installment of Movement 2011 as the one where I remembered the good old days of free music festivals and free expressions.

future plans and projects/miscellaneous

Coming to you from the economic black-hole of America better known as Detroit. One of the great things about being single and living in a city where your chances of meeting a compatible mate is as good as McDonald's switching to a vegetarian menu; is that you can do anything you want and have the great feeling of anonymity. This weekend I will do just that, because Detroit will host the Detroit Electronic Music Festival(DEMF). Yes grab your best dancing shoes, not the ones in the dusty corner of your closet, but the ones on the living-room bookcase. You know, in the solid gold box. Anyways, I'm not just going there to dance and mingle with the freaks and geeks. No I'm attending this festival of broken down beats to take photos, mosty of freaks and geeks.

The reason of my excitement of the DEMF is that it attracts a fresh crowd every year and what better subjects to take photos of then freaks and geeks (they dress so fashionably). For the most part I what to try out my repaired and cleaned vintage Kodak 35 SRF. This strange looking camera was in bad shape a few days ago. It poised the typical Kodak 35 problem of tearing up film, the lens was fogged with scum and the split range viewfinder needed to be recalibrate. With my brain surgeons dexterity, I took-apart, cleaned and recalibrate. All without a assembly diagram(look Ma'ma. No manual).

Other plans are assembling a ambient/sound-scape set using vintage Amateur Radio equipment and various other vintage electronics. Also trying to build a new Crystal Set receiver. This one using parts from a old Atwater-Kent TRF radio.

Plans for the future. Only thing left is to find time to to make these plans a reality.

As a side note to "Good fun in the bad part of Detroit". That day all three of us visited the "Heidelberg Project" on the east side of Detroit. Here are some photos from that visit.







Good fun in the bad part of Detroit

Words and photo by Telegraphy

Geocashing, the wonderful hobby of exploring around this earth of ours searching for little pill-bottle sized objects with the aid of the Global Positioning System. My friend, will call him "Steve" (for protection of his innocence)- his real name is Steve folks, is a avid "Geocacher". When I say avid, I mean his been involved in this hobby for a year now and already he's tracked down and found almost 1,500 of this buggers. So today he wanted to go out Geocaching..... In where? "Detroit" he said to me in a stern voice with his usual amusing undertone. "Detroit?" - I said questioning his logic. Do Geocacher actually venture through and beyond the racial and economic border that's known as Detroit? Answering that question was only a matter of Steve shoving a PDA cell phone screen in my face where a Geocaching map of Detroit with all of it's caches display in plan view. "Wow", with expletives spewing out of my vocal orifice,"theres that many caches in Detroit". So off we went, with my brother as our chauffeur for the afternoon. Driving around Detroit's eastside, all three of us piled inside my brothers car. Steve,the navigator - manned the GPS unit where he directed the driver to the destination. With his abundant enthusiasm and stamina for fun, this guy is a force to be wreaken. My brother, the driver - with his is a offensive automobilist skills, weaving in and out of lanes and pot-hole ridden side-streets with the fluidity of a accountant on his tenth cup of coffee. Myself - the backseat driver, with my un-canny urge to be silent and hard to talk to, I am a cab drivers wet-dream come true. All three of us form a group of freinds in a car, having good clean fun in a bad and dirty part of "dirty Dirt-troit", will along the coarce of the afternoon, have a adventure that any other joe-sixpack just dosen't have on any given day of the work week. You see, bad things only happen to a group of fun seeking people when their having a good time. Any other time, when life feels dull and predictible, you can smell trouble a mile away. Case in point - we where searcing for "caches" on Gratiot and the Grand Blvd. After finding the pillbottle sized "cache", which by the way was hiden on the wide open center island of the Grand Blvd. You want to fell conspicuois? Try being apart of a group of white people searching up and down trees and utility poles, all the while locals from around the area looking at you with remorse. Anyway, I noticed on the southeast corner, the large ornately decorated abandon church. With enthousasium I said, "lets explore, urban that is". So keeping the car parked in the lot of the sterio typical urban supermarket, we went on foot to the abandoned church. Like pilgrams on their way to some religious cult gathering in a distent land, we made our way across Gratoit to where the church was prodominty standing in ruins.
Finding our way in side the church though a broken window at ground level, all three of us "had a time" reconnoitring this closed for buisness place of worship. After tip toeing around decaying religious structures for 15 minutes, we walked back to the car, got in and my brother started up car only to hear a loud roar from the engine. My brother with a perplexed look on his face, shouted, "your !@#$!@#$ me". I peeked under the car. With a missing pipe from the down-pipe exhaust, all with neat and clean cut marks stairing right at me. I knew that someone with a battery operated cutting wheel, stole a straight section of pipe. Now why the !@#$ would someone want to steal just a pipe and not the expensive catalytic converter. You know, the part that cost you $250 and not the $2.95 straight pipe? W.T.F, my brothers car got hit by a muffler mugger. So now we were officially apart of the community, all with authentic sounding ghetto cruiser.

field recording (under bridge)



Words, photo and sounds by: Telegraphy

Solitudes from the great urban skeletal remain that's better known as Detroit. Riding around in Detroit's east side on Mack Ave. and Conner, I muddled around with my keen sense of discovery only to find a few abandon warehouses and factory's along side the Mack Ave viaduct. Here I found in this desolate industrial complex just adjacent to the railroad tracks that funnels new cars out of the Chrysler Jefferson plant; a partially burnt down factory. With a half standing ornate front facade complete with brand new for sale sign mounted high in the upper left corner, I explored around for a perfect photo op to do semi-nude black and white photo's. After getting the million dollar shot (only when I'm long dead) I ventured around on my bike under the viaduct. Gaining access under the bridge was just as simple as riding through high security 8 foot tall gates. In other words, they were WIDE OPEN! At this time it was lunch and my stomach was convorting with my brain to have a meal. So I grabbed a sandwich I packed earlier in the morning. (Anyways, just to let you know that I was hungry.) I noticed the curious sounds the bridge was making when ever a car or truck would pass over. So I grabbed my voice recorder complete with homemade binaural microphones. And this is what became of my lunch in a reclusive part of town.

Bridge by ionosonderec

All roads leave behind Detroit



Words and photo by Telegraphy

Driving down the side streets in Detroit just north of the Renaissance Center, one will come across the skeletal remains of "old Detroit". Medium to small size factories slowly decaying under the new world economy. Buildings partially burnt down with every single construction material of value striped away by metal-scrungers. And it isn't just a small select part of the motor city, no, it's the whole damn city thats crumbling. Large swaths of industrial parks, sub-divisions and yes even residential neighborhoods are meticulously being eroded away by neglect, drugs and a corrupt city government. This is the present day car capital of the U.S. and it is said that Detroit's is in a change over from "old money" to "new money". The old wealthy that earned their fortune from the booming car industry during the 1950's 60's and 70's, have moved on to other endeavors overseas or have just passed on; to the new young hipsters cashing in on small grass roots business. The twenty-cade's (that's my hipster slang for 2010's) is the age of economic changing of hands in Detroit.

What if there was a new, young, hipster type Henry Ford of the twenty-cade's that had the vision of building a contemporary form of transportation with emphasis on self reliant and infinite energy? Would he or she be able to manufacture such a devise without constraints from big oil? As the monopoly controlled media says to keep you in suspense, "stay tuned".

!@#$ art, let's evolve



Words and art by: Telegraphy

The buzz word going around the twenty-something generation here in the metropolitan Detroit area and surrounding communities is "D.I.Y.". Everything from making your own arts and craft to self-releasing your own record, has created a boarder line subculture with the young kids (crap I'm feeling old already). Although one aspect of this D.I.Y. movement is the over saturation of "community collective art gallery's". They are everywhere!

Is this what Detroit needs right now? Are these mom and pop gallery's actually committed to their original agenda of maintaining a platform for any young and aspiring artist or are they pledging to a business model and only accepting "profitable artist". Myself, I'd like to find the answer's to these hot button question's. I've never had my art in some hollowed out gallery with druged-up art students critiquing the subtle philosophy surrounding my photograph of pencil sticking out of a orange.

But what I do know is that there has been in the past few years a "original idea" of building and maintaining art spaces. It is so original, that the young kids have been borrowing this idea from each other and passing it around like prostitute at a frat party. Just yesterday on Detroit public radio, I listened intently to a interview of a young (and in my opinion a sexy sounding) lady that had the intention of opening up.......(wait for it).......a community art center in the hip and happening town of Ferndale. This town, with it's very laxed attitude toward gays and lesbians read here has been (again, in my opinion) the center of Detroit's D.I.Y. art community. This hasn't been a freak occurrence interview on Detroit's NPR station, No theres been numerics interviews of others with the same intent that I can remember hearing. Even the free weekly publication of the Detroit hipster community (The Metro Times) has published more then enough articles about young go-getters getting their hands messy trying to set up a business. Ops, did I say business. I mean grassroots initiative to enhance community involvement in the arts.

Then again, maybe I'm wrong to bash the Detroit art community. Maybe I should put the money where my mouth is and at least have a go at D.I.Ying my own grassroots initiative to enhance community involvement in the arts. I mean business. Although I have tried submitting my art work to various art gallery's, only to have been rejected on all occasions. Maybe it is time I get off my Joe six-pack behind, stop complaining and make something of myself. WAIT! I've got! I'll build and run an art gallery!

Movement I (video)



BACKGROUND:
"Four Pieces for A Lonely Walk" is a musical interpretation for a series of photographs taken by Telegraphy (aka Richard Sudney). These night time photo's were taken on one of Telegraphy's all night walks though-out his neighborhood and surrounding communities of Detroit. A experimental concept E.P., "Four Pieces For A Lonely Walk" is filled with ambient heavily filtered micro samples of field recording made by Telegraphy. Best described as "future tone" sound, Telegraphy creates sounds from the distant future by influences from images of the past.

DETAILS OF VIDEO:
Comprising mostly of "un-focused lights" from downtown Detroit, "Movement I" is a textural polychromatic dream-world of Telegraphy. Using video mode on his Fuji DSLR and setting it comfortably on the dash board of his Volkswagen Jetta, Telegraphy rides to night school down Jefferson Dr. He is able to force the camera's auto focus - out of focus, by training the camera onto distant objects, there by disorientating the auto focus . This process delivers a kaleidoscope of color and textures, giving the elution of cosmic body's floating in space. Climax of "Movement I" encompasses a drifty ride inside a underground highway, where the camera's again deliberately out of focus on the side wall of the tonal and then disappearing into a deep blue void where the Renascence Center appears "in focused".
Using Windows Movie Maker, Telegraphy produced this video in one sitting, about 2 hours. It took more time to upload all of the various shoots then it did to make the video. Taking full advantage of filters and plug-ins available in Windows Movie Maker, Telegraphy increases color definition and texture to the point of paralleling the sound tracks "future tone" sound.

ionosonde recordings photo's

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About the photographer:

Richard Sudney (a.k.a. Telegraphy) is a self-tough photographer. For over six years he has been producing silver gelatin photos in his basement. A laundry room by day but when the night falls it magically transforms into a full-featured darkroom.

His photography has a wide range of subject matter, ranging from photo-documentary to minimal abstract to theatrical nude compositions. One gets the sense that Richard has many influences as evidence of his multi-genera portfolio.