Appu Jasu

    Appu Jasu

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Concerto for Film and Orchestra

cooperation between The University of the Arts Helsinki and Lappeenranta City Orchestra
premiered 21st November 2019
Concept:
Jaime Belmonte
Paola Guzman Figueroa
Appu Jasu
Tuomas Kettunen
Verneri Salonen
Lasse Vairio

A concerto where a 16mm camera shoots approximately 60 seconds of black and white film at the beginning of the concert – a film which will then be developed live on the stage while the orchestra keeps playing in sync with the film developing process. In the end the developed film will be shown on the very same stage with a projector. Estimated length of the piece is 55 minutes.

composers: Jaime Belmonte and Tuomas Kettunen
film and performance: Paola Guzman Figueroa, Appu Jasu, Verneri Salonen and Lasse Vairio
accompanying text*: Appu Jasu

Lappeenranta City Orchestra
conductor - Vytautas Lukočius


for more info contact appu.jasu (at) gmail.com

*
Can you hear me?

Yes.

Good. Return back to the night of the concert. What do you see?

...I see a machine, it’s ah... whirring and clanking, things are rolling around. Subjects move the rolling things, the machine is moving. There isn’t much other than that now here... But I remember ...remember feeling everything was going as usual, but I had a sense I had forgotten something. This is that Thursday. There are familiars in the audience, the little that I see.

Could you define the moment you got wind of the events unfolding?

It’s not a specific moment, but rather a series of twitches ...and a sense of a looming outside, outside that is not defined but it defines the inside. But those sounds, I could hear them beyond the lights, I think it’s the image. Except, oh, what is this I– , the moment seems to be changing, this isn’t like–

Where are you now?

On the stage, I’m... I’m one of the violinists. Anxious. This is a difficult part. I’m thinking, I’m thinking of the Schrödinger’s cat. Which... is the name of my cat. Did I remember to feed it?

Okay, move to coordinates 61.057, 28.192. Can you see any sight of the unified field?

.......it really wasn’t here then, but now its glow is starting to emanate through things. Somehow everything is right. And they kept winding and winding. How many laps more can it go, I ask myself.
––
And then, I believe there was a fire, a raging fire.


Where is the fire?

In the back of the stage.

What did you do when the fire began?

No, it wasn’t a fire, a light, a very bright light. The rest is darkness.
*
Can you hear me?

Yes.

Good. Return back to the night of the concert. What do you see?

...I see a machine, it’s ah... whirring and clanking, things are rolling around. Subjects move the rolling things, the machine is moving. There isn’t much other than that now here... But I remember ...remember feeling everything was going as usual, but I had a sense I had forgotten something. This is that Thursday. There are familiars in the audience, the little that I see.

Could you define the moment you got wind of the events unfolding?

It’s not a specific moment, but rather a series of twitches ...and a sense of a looming outside, outside that is not defined but it defines the inside. But those sounds, I could hear them beyond the lights, I think it’s the image. Except, oh, what is this I– , the moment seems to be changing, this isn’t like–

Where are you now?

On the stage, I’m... I’m one of the violinists. Anxious. This is a difficult part. I’m thinking, I’m thinking of the Schrödinger’s cat. Which... is the name of my cat. Did I remember to feed it?

Okay, move to coordinates 61.057, 28.192. Can you see any sight of the unified field?

.......it really wasn’t here then, but now its glow is starting to emanate through things. Somehow everything is right. And they kept winding and winding. How many laps more can it go, I ask myself.
––
And then, I believe there was a fire, a raging fire.


Where is the fire?

In the back of the stage.

What did you do when the fire began?

No, it wasn’t a fire, a light, a very bright light. The rest is darkness.