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crazy ideas for "Being John Malkovich", Hitchcock's
camerawork, and with them I call up the stories of
axe-wielding fathers, tyrannical mothers, schizophrenic
sons, kidnapped astronauts, and has-been puppeteers.
Opera for a Small Room
Thus prepared, the third floor is finally able to transport me
into the polyphony of a multiple imaginary space. This
time, it is not the "impossible" view from above, but the
voyeur's sideways peeping through the window of a kind of
wooden cabin. It is as if I am in the countryside and I
chance upon a house with a peculiar mix of sounds
emanating from it. I espy a veritable orchestra of record
players and loud speakers, a guitar amplifier, strange
knick-knacks, and weirdly constructed wooden shelves,
amateurishly installed outflow pipes, two old fleamarket
chandeliers, and the moving shadow of a man. My eyes —
and above all my ears — take me to the center of the
consciousness and fantasy of this protagonist who, in this
rural isolation, is imagining the desire-laden metropolitan
art of opera.
Around the small room — that Cardiff and Miller
built as a replica of a room they found in the country studio
they purchased some years ago in Canada — a
surround-sound system is installed. Out of the loudspeakers
comes the full sound of a string orchestra tuning up, plus
the throat-clearing and whispering and scraping shoes and
rustling clothes of an audience, before a megaphone
loudspeaker mounted above the window emits a strangely
muttering, deep croak: the voice of the protagonist, who
acts as the prompter giving stage directions for his own
production. It becomes clear that the scene with the
orchestra tuning up and the audience arriving at the major
concert venue is only taking place in his imagination — the
surround sound, then, could be described as the external
representation of his imagination. We are outside the cabin
but inside his head at the same time: the "impossible"
hearing from within, "Being John Malkovich" as
psychoacoustics. In that film, the plot steers inexorably
towards an instance of narrative feedback that also recurs in
Cardiff and Miller's work: what happens when Malkovich
himself discovers the tunnel and crawls inside? Kaufman's
answer is narcissistic multiplication ad infinitum — the
actor sees only himself, acting all the parts. For Cardiff and
Miller, whose shadow man is his own director and leading
actor, it is narcissistic multiplication of the sound sources,
the orchestra of voices and traditions in his head.
He puts a record on the turntable: we hear the needle hit the
groove, and we see the pick-up arm on one of the record
players lower itself onto the spinning disc. It is McCormack,
whose distinctive voice — sung at the time into the
recording horn — reaches us not only from another time,
but from another world. The man hums along, making a
poor job of following the melody, until the record gets
stuck. His shadow moves, and I hear him taking the needle
off the record (and now I see that this is a prepared
recording, not the live sound from the record player). But
things are only just getting underway: thunder and rain, the
chandeliers and lamps flicker as if there is a disturbance in
Excerpt from Jörg Heiser, "The Making Of Imagination," trans. Nicholas Grindell, in
Janet Cardiff & George Bures Miller: The Secret Hotel,
Kunsthaus Bregenz, 2006.
Vorbild für / Source for
Opera for a Small Room
2005
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