Six Heads - 'Six Heads or The Appearance of Hairs Band'

suRRism-Phonoethics is ultimately excited as well as proud to release Six Heads!

Based in Toronto, Canada and formed by multidisciplinary artist W.A.Davison in 2000 from the ashes of the former junk instrument project Urban Refuse Group, Six Heads is an ensemble of six instrument-builders and sound experimenters dedicated to exploring the rarely trodden territory of surrealist sound collage - aware of the trails previously blazed by other audio surrealists but charting their own path by means of free improvisation, homemade instruments, and live mixing as opposed to studio manipulation/composition.

Members of Six Heads have performed at the 2008 Whitney Biennial (NYC), Festival International de Musique Actuelle de Victoriaville (Quebec), Y2K8 International Live Looping Festival (San Jose, California), Liz Was and Miekal And's Festival of the Swamps (Madison, Wisconsin), on Wire magazine's Resonance FM radio station (London, UK), and at legendary tape networker Hal McGee's Dictaphonia Fest (Gainesville, Florida) as well as having collaborated with members of numerous other noise, experimental, andimprovised music projects such as Nurse With Wound, Nihilist Spasm Band, CCMC, AMM, and Govt. Alpha.

Recent Six Heads releases have included tapes on american labels Black Horizons ("The Popeye Scat", 2009)and Psychform ("Ether", 2007) and an upcoming full-length vinyl LP on Wintage Records.

Six Heads is
William A. Davison, Sherri Lyn Higgins, Colin Hinz, James Bailey,
Pete Mosher, and Linda Feesey.


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Visit these masters: Six Heads & Recordism

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Six Heads - 'Six Heads or The Appearance of Hairs Band' (mp3 and covers)
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Songs of the New Erotics "DU(BU)ET"

Songs of the New Erotics "DU(BU)ET" performed live at "Performance Night 4.5", Toronto, Mar. 6, 2010. DU(BU)ET is a "duet" with one of the performers absent.

The live performer is W.A.Davison (aka Songs of the New Erotics) using hand-manipulated vinyl. The absent performer is DAS of Big City Orchestra who is represented in the performance by a cassette player and backing tape. The backing tape was composed by W.A.Davison using raw audio material submitted to the S.O.T.N.E. project by DAS sometime in the mid to late 90's (thanks DAS! I'm finally using that stuff you sent me!).

Video by S.Higgins.

Thanks to Dahye and Yuki for use of their space and organizing this event.

S.O.T.N.E. - Songs of the New Erotics

S.O.T.N.E. show Saturday!

Songs of the New Erotics performances are exceedingly rare these days. I do hope you will do WHATEVER it takes to make it to this one!

~~~~~
PERFORMANCE NIGHT #4.5:

( s a t u r d a y ) March 6th. 2010

S h o w at 7

(at) Studio 303

888 Dupont St., Toronto

PWYC.

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Filip Anton

Lanie Chalmers + Ducan Stewart

Roman Pilates

Songs of The New Erotics

Special screening of:

"Shadow Play" by Dahye Bell Kim

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s e e y o u t h e r e !

L o v e,
Da
~~~~~

Love from me too!
- William A. Davison

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Recordism

Will the real Recordists please brandish their lobsters

No, this is not Recordism... (the following link)
http://www.recordism.org/2008/09/what-is-recordism_14.html

So, uh, this person couldn't do a Google search to see if someone might already be using the term? No alarm bells went off when recordism.com was already registered?

WTF???!!!

- William A. Davison (humble originator of the one-and-only true Recordism, 25 years and going strong - AND online since 1999 I might add! harumph)

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Barbarians vs. Cowboys

The lake of mud quivered slightly as she emerged, slowly and obliquely angled. Her bonnet remained hopeless but fear gripped the throng of onlookers and hippies sat in the back in a haze of goats' hair. The sack remained motionless, humming slightly for the return of England and other outmoded extravagances. Questioning whether it was possible to put both legs in one compartment, Lady Anthracite blinked and fluttered in the fog. "It's all a sham!", she moaned as the mysterious lights slowly moved under her smock. Scarlet flowerpots fell from a tremendous height only to ascend rapidly again mere seconds before crashing. Protective magic might serve to hide those unsightly folds of flesh worn by the Barbarian tribes but around here the cowboys have got it all wrapped up!

The Bearded One!

Feathers and paint were the sole components of his elaborate and ornate vehicle. The wheels were aristocratic planets that creaked in a vaguely tuneful way as they turned the butterfly wings. Older men scuttled across the ocean floor like crabs while the young ones employed inflatable roses to float to the oily surface. Loose or tight, molded infants appeared in the wings, their plastic faces gleaming under shapeless garments or microscopic organisms. Magpies grew more formal and transparent as evening descended. A crippled mathematician disintegrated into a picturesque fog. The mechanisms were inspected carefully and cleaned of any errant hares and toads but witchcraft still seemed the more viable option under the circumstances. Oak or willow poppies clattered noisily in the driveway where earlier civilizations once provided bugs with floatation devices. Queen Elizabeth now appeared from under a rock. "Behold, the Bearded One!", she exclaimed while extraordinary discretion kept her from revealing her magnificently lathered apparition.

- S.Higgins, W.A.Davison, July 19, 2009

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A Concise Questionarre for Mice

What motivates you to be compelled to help others?

Well actually working on the street helps quite a bit 'cause I see the apathy that is so rampant with people in not just North America but in the world. People are apathetic and I think it's because they're not exposed to enough. Well maybe they're exposed to enough but not in the right way, not in the way that captures their imagination and really forces them to act. I'm gonna be trying to bring some of what I learn and the way I feel about these things through people I meet and with things that I do. Let me explain the roots of my loathing: The first day I moved in, I realized I was in trouble. It was July 1st, and a sweltering 95 or so degrees. I am carrying heavy boxes, and therefore wearing shorts, a tank top, and a bandanna. I instantly begin getting nasty stares from my neighbors

What are some ways you, or we, can help combat this apathy?

He worked at a moped store, fucked up hair all wrapped in a layer of American Apparel clothing. I love to see the look of repulsion and disappointment on their faces the first time they hear me speak.

Does this whole cohesiveness start with understanding?

Of course. Everything starts with education. You have to know the faults before you can change them. I hope. Naturally they buy cheap bikes, cheap used clothes,
and cut their own hair (or not) to appease this guilt. Who the fuck
do they think they're fooling?

You know those baby blocks where you have to put the square through the square hole and the triangle through the triangle hole?

There was SO much media coverage, the guy I was with alone was photographed a million times and interviewed. They want everyone to bring a boombox and play Neil Diamond's "Coming to America" while dancing, juggling, wearing capes, and just being gay overall. I'm not really sure what the point of it all is, but just thought you might want to know.