Ópera multimídia.
com Nigel Shanlege ao canto
dedicado a Karlheinz Stockhausen(apresentado no dia de sua morte) e a Nam Jum Paik
apresentado para o OCCII Amsterdam.
2 horas.

abstract:
St.Aim is a 30 minutes technopera in three grachts with one bass singer performing with papercut and joystick microactors. The sound is to be bodily and computer created according to the Karlheinz Stockhausen's Licht three formulas reworking. It must be presented on a Friday.

"I use tecnology in order to hate it more properly. I make technology look ridiculous" Nam Jun Paik

first gracht:
[As the audience arrives in front of the Amsterdam Muziektheater, The Opera Singer, wearing a black and white Karlheinz Stockhausen's mask, quiet and still, counts the persons around; when they get to 13, 26 or 39 after the scheduled time he may begin];
The Opera Singer:
0'00"<maximalist>"Light nothing teaches of colors!";
0'17"<spoken> "Weren't we to enter the music theater for the opera? Oh! It already operated throughout us the theatermusic... I wonder the singer" [stare the Opera House];
1'02"<laughing> "Doors were made in the same days as jails and partiturs. A glass house is not a crystal's home. Madre Tsma is a city inside the sound mirror Hahahaha & ha!" [paranoid looking around the audience];
1'31"<paranoid whispering> "I remember Junxie used to tell me to look for the cameras and to listen to the algorithms in the machinery whispering... He used to say every street has its aims..."[begins to walk in the direction of STEIM];
1'58"<tenderly> "The train to Nowhere where I should meet the Junxion Board on Wednesday broke up and I found myself alone in Madre Tsma";
2'07"<tenderlier> " This voice from the alley whispered: 'I can see you're not from here, beware of the street and do mind me a...";
2'20"<sailor ostinato>"...a chip 7x, a cheap chip... a ship for a sheep?' ";
3'00"<furiously embarassed> "A zombie!? Me?! A zombie? No!...";
3'33"<blasé>I'm a very reputeable belly programmer from the cyborg class and I'm not interested in this nonsense addictions throughout my soudbody... that said I, but then... ... ..."[tights];
3'50"<confused> "The Aim! ... The Aim! Throwed all my fears into my ears... screamed my weakness and my secrets, as if it turned back round my skin! The whole street had their eyes on their ear and their ears were on me... And I had just forgotten everything from any previous existing I might have been."[sits on the floor];
4'04"<addictedly> "Junxie then took the last syringe of his Burroughs Synth and gave the shot on my labyrinthus."[rises and walks the bridge];
4'10"<glossolalic improvisation> [stops in the middle of the bridge and from on plays a cracklebox meanwhile sings].

second gracht:
[Takes the mask off and tears it to pieces, still there is a labyrinth with a city's map and a syringe mask underneath the other];
5'00"<mimetically>{if there is a crow "Ever More!"}{if there is a albatroz "Gamoverhead!"} "From then I never understood the machines anymore, I felt them." [roll a cigarette];
5'25"<joyfully while smoking> "Months I passed in between St. Aim hacking looks and the alleys' searching for new technologies for my everhungry ears until I finally found myself sleeping under the same bridge with Junxie and had lost all my luggage.";
6'01"<utmostly driven> "A gracht is not a river nor a sea. Why do we take all this weight of technics on our shoulders? We need to get in contact - said he. We need to touch and in here there's not such. The more I take I learn to listen, the more I lack hearing. And since even a cyborg like you is here, perhaps we can get together and aim the aim.";
6'40"<furiously stoned> "A cyborg!? Me?! A cyborg? No! Not anymore - screamed I meanwhile following him crawling under my mechatronical shell.";
7'03"<tediously> "Then he went to St. Aim, the richest and poorer place inside our hearts and stopped in front of the most expensive brothel in the white light district - the toy shop and that's where he saw her, that window framed apple headed maiden, the last closed code virgin.";
8'00"<mocking love song> "Lisa, Lisa... she was only one desire.";
8'24"<passionatelly crying> "An opera character never feels love, but I can asure I've seen it... Junxie's body loosing all the apparatus he took years stoling, buying, cheating to acquire... all of them falling to the ground as he became naked to the ears of that prostitute and the laughs of the browel. I quickly got in the fighting with the crowd that gathered to get those shiny glimpses of projects and goods.";
9'10"<tenderly> "But I just stoped to watch them... I had cried and had to just stop and watch them... The crowd stole my drugs, I felt the cold turkey of my loneliness... I just heard their hearts in sync beating." [beat both hands on the chests in a 10/4 rythm];
10'00"<seriously spoken> "And I my train passed in the middle of the street between me and them... ... In a lapse I remebered this world we're in, the one outside the opera, the theater and the music {talks about the sounds happing in the here-now of the performance} and seduced by reality I took the train...".

gracht finale:
[opens the STEIM front door and ask everyone to come in the stairway hall, then close the door, deactivate the alarm and go upstairs meanwhile removes the mask],{there must have no light turned on in there};
10'22"<darkly> "Today I've received a letter from the Madre Tsma Necrologium with the drawing of door, which I opened and released me inside this body in the middle of you all, Children of Lucifer... In this letter as well were the bodies of Junxie & Lisa";[turns around and presses the green button that opens the first floor door while walks down the stairs showing the letter];
10'44"<profoundly> "Oh yes I almost forgot... you have the spectators role, so your part is to only hear your own hearings" [do not open the studios access door in the meantime than go upstairs again];
11'06"<sadisticly> "Spectators only want to see the dead body" [presses the green button] "I will show you the dead body!" [goes slowly downs the stairs and if not allowed to reach it again, repeat the last sentence]... "The dead body"... "Interactivity is cleasing our hands in others' blood";
12'00"<bored but anxious> "Now you are the characters on the opera and I'm but the only spectator, throughout making kynetic questions to the joystick pathologists may we know what happened to them...":

the pathology room:
Candle lighted, the scenery is made of a miniature St.Aim made of papercut in the middle of the room, inside it there is a table with joysticks. One spectator seat only on which The Opera Singer will sit with a microphone. Different types of moves with the controllers, arise in different live singing effects at the same time that triggering other prerecorded singing voices and bodillysounds that will give more poethic information on the death of the lovers and where are their dead bodies. As for example, waving the wii controller downwards the mayor whipping Junxie while he sings about the onions skins.