1 Noise Of Silence (50:03)
Réflexion d'Aidan Baker sur le silence et sa représentation, 50 minutes de guitare et d'enregistrements ...
A lot of people sank in Aidan Baker’s world - the world of a multi-artist. Each one of them came out alive. Each one of them came out better. The diving place could be the port of the ARC collective, the opening among Pederecki String Quartet’s rocks or the abyss of his personal discography and the one that contains the magic condemned world of the slow, destructive and bestial shell of Nadja. Or even the landscapes of his writings, these collections of words stashed inside the art-spitting sack of despair. Not one of these divers lost anything. Not even Aidan Baker.
Which is the sound of silence? A noise. Bearing no similarity to anything we’ ve met until now. The noise of silence does not shriek in high db’s, it doesn’t yell to declare its presence. In the silent system, noise is merged with peace and quiet, holding (up to the point of nailing) the listener to his place, almost in a metaphysical manner as it leaves us with the gaze of a fool, the one we stick in our faces when confronting the incomprehensible. During the 50-minute presentation of the sound of silence theory a voice whispers the word “suicide” every now and then, driving the listener at top speed towards the wall of madness. By the looks of it, Aidan Baker carefully planned this destructive machine, as suicide stands as the only salvation from the beauty of the moment, a moment which adresses you in slow motion, subsequently allowing the study of the microfilm in order to spot the tiny dots in which the mute storyteller carefully hid the elements of the ancient Greek tragedy and made space for tapes and guitars to narrate the story. And what does a story teach? Get real, there’s no answer to that question. It depends on the story. What happens when you end up having the part of a wordless troubadour’s audience whose ultimate goal is the spreading of a mix of stories that as it seems are not connected by any means? You stand surprised for you know that your education did not take any step at all towards completion, still, you feel a better man. Nobody ever succeeded in defining what “becoming a better man” means. Yet, you are a better man. You know it. “Noise Of Silence” gifted you with the “death to poets” saying. And now you understand why it’s so true. Words can be explained. The teachings of silence not.
...P.S.: In case i didn’t make myself clear (highly possible), i loved this record.”
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