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       VOICE OF MIDNIGHT (Project of The Week for 2nd of October)
       By: moleshow Date: October 2, 2017, 8:37 pm
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       it's divisive. it's spooky. it's got the Sandman. it's The Voice
       of Midnight.
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       Re: PROJECT OF THE WEEK (2nd of October): VOICE OF MIDNIGHT
       By: CheerfulHypocrite Date: October 7, 2017, 10:35 am
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       In 2007 the world was falling through its own fundament. It was
       four score years after the publication of "L'histoire de l'oeil"
       - The Story Of The Eye - by Georges Bataille under the pseudonym
       of Lord Auch, and forty-five years after Roland Barthes
       published "Metaphor of the Eye". Barthes argues that the body
       fluids and explicit narrative does not necessarily form a
       pornographic narrative. It was the year the Voice of Midnight
       arrived. Nine score years and five after Ernst Theodor Amadeus
       Hoffmann died. Hoffman wrote as a contemporary to Mary Shelley;
       "Der Sandmann" arrived two years before "Frankenstein" and, in
       many respects treats similar themes. In 2007 "The Voice Of
       Midnight" appeared as a Horspeil before "The Bunny Boy". It was
       a foreshadowing of the modernity of the Madness of Roger and
       Harvey and the multitudinous incarnations of the secret deities
       of the Rabbit.
       Harry, a talented Greek Filmmaker and Comic Book creator with a
       penchant for requiring sentences to begin with a capital and end
       with a full stop, and a knowledge of the Number 24 London Bus,
       had not yet begun to make pointed remarks about rabbit trails.
       "The Voice Of Midnight" was a caesura in an ebb and flow of the
       tumult of storytelling. It was the year Mark Wallinger won the
       Turner Prize for spending a night in Mies van der Rohe’s Neue
       Nationalgalerie in Berlin wearing a Bear suit and pursued by a
       camera crew.
       Liverpool was 800 years old. In the throes of becoming the
       Capital of Culture. Not only the Residents hated the Beatles.
       Liverpool has a suffered and benefited from the impact of the
       Beatles. Sooner or later, every single band gets compared to the
       Beatles. Which is a hindrance. The Liverpool Institute of
       Performing Arts (LIPA) is both a benefit as a place of higher
       education and a curse in that it, apparently, actively
       discriminates against poverty stricken Liverpool residents.
       Tourists come to Liverpool and expect to be able to go on a
       Magical Mystery Tour - they can.
       The Magical Mystery Tour starts and finishes at the Cavern Club,
       10 Mathew Street, Liverpool. The tour lasts 2 hours and includes
       the following locations with stops for photos on the way: the
       childhood home of Ringo Starr; George Harrison’s birthplace
       Penny Lane; St Peter’s Church Hall; Strawberry Field;John
       Lennon’s childhood home; Paul McCartney’s childhood home; Former
       schools and colleges of John, Paul, George and Ringo including
       the Art College and the Liverpool Institute (now LIPA); and, the
       driver manically pointing out other Beatles related things along
       the way. It is a sterile and pornographic circuit of a City that
       might benefit from an exorcism.
       By 2016 - a mere decade later - The Sandman is missing in
       Liverpool. Children are not going to sleep. Nothing helps.
       Lullabies fall on deaf ears, teddies fall to the ground
       un-hugged and there are no bed time stories. Something is very
       wrong with night time tales. Such is the Theatre. It picks up
       stories that are bubbling around.
       Mr Morpheus from the Chillait Corporation is here with his new,
       soothing night time milk! As if there were some kind of
       commentary on the media. Kid calming and soporiphic. A group of
       adventurers known only as The Dream Team are called together to
       travel the globe in search of The Sandman. Bed times will return
       to normal if they find the Sandman. If they don’t, Mr Morpheus
       will take control forever…
       The Residents seep into the Culture of Liverpool. They are there
       at the margins of the City. Hoffman died a paralysed alcoholic
       and Bataille is besmirched with the being a mere surrealist
       pornographer. It is as though the Residents looked around the
       world and considered which City most closely guards - or covets
       - its mask. They thought "San Fransisco" but then, on a moment
       of chance they saw "Published by Liverpool Distributors, Los
       Angeles, CA (1970)" on the frontis of an erotic novel in the
       Sandman Series.
       It was in the moments leading to the actual creation of the
       Residents. The foment of birth. The most secret truth of the the
       Masked Ones is that they chose to consider the Beatles purely
       because of a filthy novel left on a train. From that moment
       forth they began to seep, far and wide, into the strange culture
       of the world. At the back of their minds, always, the
       inevitability of the Eyeballs and the certainty of the madness
       of obscurity.
       ETA Hoffman, in "The Sandman" created an archetype that has
       entered into World Culture. The recurrent theme of the Eye.
       While Metropolis has the Romantic Magical Realism of a robot
       woman, it is the Eyes that Thea von Harbou uses to capture the
       transformations of Brigitte Helm into a sensual robot that have
       the greatest potency. These are the eyes that Nathaniel fears
       losing as he crashes onto the telephone answering machine of
       Claire.
       Claire de Lune - musically by Debussy  but also poetry by
       Verlaine, Hugo and de Maupassant - overload the names of "The
       Voice of Midnight" with a rich backstory that nobody notices.
       Like tourists on the Magical Mystery Tour. Nathaniel bursts into
       existence on an answering machine with a crash of machinery
       reminiscent of the shift work of Freder in Metropolis.
       Unaccountably, the voice of Nate becomes less frantic and
       masculised and adopts a feminine quality. Reminiscent of "The
       Confused Transexual" on "The Gingerbread Man" or even "The Old
       Woman" from the same. There is something in "The Voice Of
       Midnight" that connects music from "Nice Old Man" on "The
       Commercial Album" to the voice distortions of "The Big Bubble"
       and the tape speed manipulations of "Third Reich 'n' Roll".
       Somewhere the Residents mastered the sleight of hand that
       enabled them to disguise themselves more thoroughly than a
       visiting "Voice" from the Moon. As though "The Executioner" was,
       in fact, sung by the real vocalist. That somehow, the Residents
       had disguised their female member for decades even when, in
       "Wormwood", Molly Harvey became the Cryptic Diva.
       The Story of "Voice of Midnight" needs to be listened to.
       Perhaps as a radio play - the Horspiel of musical storytelling.
       Again, there is the Theory of Obscurity bringing its power to
       bear:  Seneca has been claimed as a forerunner of radio drama
       because his plays were performed by readers as sound plays.
       These were not actors dramatising writing as stage plays. In
       this respect Seneca had no significant successors until radio.
       It is this obscure provenance that lets the Residents seemingly
       point at the Beatles while, in reality, telling a deeper, more
       fruitful, story. Like Bataille and "The Story of the Eye". The
       Residents manage to smear a veneer of popular culture over art
       and then persuade an audience to scratch, scratch, scratch - as
       if getting rid of a Spot.
       The poetry of Nate:
       [quote=Nathaniel]
       I feel a fire and see the empty-ness that was your sight
       And sense a burning, boring penetration, leaking light
       Surrounding me with heat and hopeless laughter, I am lost
       Until I hear your voice imploring me to walk across
       [/quote]
       and the response of Claire:
       [quote=Claire]
       If this is a reflection of the affection in your heart
       Then our ideas of love are an infinity apart
       Your crude attempt at sentiment is odious and cold
       And conceals the true condition of a damaged soul.
       Something's hiding from you, Nate, it's puncture-proof and
       sealed
       You need to separate your sickness from the love you feel
       Go away and think about everything I said
       Go away and sleep with eyeless shadow shapes instead - of me.
       [/quote]
       are not only a narrative tour de force but a formidable
       exposition of how works by the Residents function. Like Claire
       accuses Nate, the Residents accuse their Audience of being the
       bringers of bizzare weirdness. As though we are all tourists and
       they merely point out the childhood homes of people we have
       never met. People whose obscurity might never be penetrated by
       simply driving around the Capital of Culture and looking at
       buildings long sold off for other purposes.
       The storytelling of "Voice of Midnight" is not some monolithic
       authorial imposition of a narrative. There are multiple voices
       and they ebb and flow. Yet, they are, like Seneca's Readers,
       they are not dramatising - unless you scratch the surface. The
       surface narrative is a bizzare tale which takes the historical
       heritage of ETA Hoffman - Coppélia (The Girl with the Enamel
       Eyes) and the Sandman and Hoffman's own life and love of cats -
       and transforms it into a pop culture trinket surrounding a
       powerful Symbolist-Romantic story. Yet the voice is never simply
       one person. It slides and shimmers from one person to the next.
       As if the identity of the "Voice of Midnight" was somehow
       vanishing into a sea of obscurity. A Zen experience of non-being
       in a sea of people. The closes experience to the whole world
       sleeping. Which, if the Dream Team can track down the Sandman,
       means it will not be the Sleep of Reason that brings forth
       Monsters.
       [Quote=Sandman]
       Love is the feeling you get
       Dropping eyeballs into
       The mouths of hungry children.
       Starving children raise emotions
       Like rain raises weeds
       Starving children feed the souls
       of those that heed their needs
       Starving children apply pressure
       On a parent's mind
       Starving children create pleasure
       When they eat their eyes."
       [/quote]
       Starvation and the Eyeball is an image that swerves the story
       through the paternalism of "dropping eyeballs into the mouths of
       hungry children" to the horror of "starving children create
       pleasure" - images and ideas that take shape once you begin to
       start scratching. And Nate scratches.
       [quote=Nathaniel & Sandman]
       "Love is a skeleton key  unlocking a small room filled with
       darkness and hope."
       [/quote]
       Which transforms Nate's entire strand of narrative into the
       image of Pandora's Box. Which, Nathaniel enters in a literal and
       metaphoric manner when he discovers Olympia's body without eyes
       in a basement laboratory. Which is the most dread horror:
       Olympia is deprived of the windows to her soul: her eyes.
       Nathaniel experiences the whole of the "Frankenstein" story in a
       matter of a few words. One compressed incident where Nathaniel
       transforms into a catatonic and his mother lets Claire know
       there is noone there. Then the Shelley moment is over and the
       Pandora's Box of a restored Nathaniel is presented as if it were
       some kind of near miracle.
       Which is how the assembled chorus celebrate the birthday of
       Nathaniel in a pastiche of the "Happy Birthday to Me" of "Duck
       Stab". Yet again bringing together stories that have taken
       decades to mature and seep into the bones of the landscape. And
       then the whole thing collapses as Claire and Nathaniel strive to
       leave the grasp of "The Sandman". Which is never going to
       happen.
       [quote=Sandman]
       The Sandman can
       Make you sing and celebrate
       The flowers that he irrigates
       On your grave.
       [/quote]
       As if the Sandman were keeping "Our Finest Flowers" and killing
       off those who would keep everyone completely asleep. As if there
       is some kind of power and importance in dreaming. Even the death
       of Nathaniel is ambiguous. Which is how the story should end.
       Not in a two hour tour but a lifetime of speculation.
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