We are the robots?

10th October 2012

Here’s the artist having his portrait drawn by himself, in the form of five robot arms, each wielding a Bic biro and skillfully sketching on a piece of paper pinned to an old school desk.

This is the private view of the latest work from Patrick Tresset. There are five robots on show, all called Paul, and they draw the face of the person seated in a big chair in front of them. Paul number four, at the back of the class, is a little willful, he will sometimes scribble all over his work before it is finished. Patrick programmed the Pauls and spends most of the evening in the chair, enjoying the spotlight while keeping a close eye on his unruly robotic pupils.

James McArthur and I, meanwhile, are in the corner, playing robot music to soundtrack the event. James is using vinyl records played on record decks. I am using digital files played on imaginary decks on my iPhone. It’s the first time I have DJed using a phone, but it seems appropriate for this human meets machine evening. Kraftwerk, Phuture and Sensate Focus feel like they work, as well as some more obscure deep techno and post house.

We spin music that sounds like machines; the robots draw pictures of faces like humans.

Music For Moving Images.

8th October 2012

A Chris Coco remix of Sr Mandrill appears on this compilation.

CC / Now Is Good

5th October 2012

The Chris Coco remix of Heather Nova’s Aquamarine appears in the movie Now Is Good.

Coco in M Magazine

28th September 2012

Chris Coco interview and performance of Word in the online edition of PRS’s M Magazine.

Auto-no-me

19th September 2012

When I run up the hill and the hill defeats me I thank the hill for being there, so hard and long and strong. When I am in SihlCity I like to walk under the freeway. I seek out the shadows, so long and strong on this September evening. I see a list of things that people want to do before they die. The most striking says: die before my daughter. It’s so simple and direct and beautiful. On the hill at the castle there is a giant radio made out of cardboard. The sky is clear and blue so for now our fragile dreams are safe inside the cardboard box. When I sit on benches in the sun on the edge of things I always wonder what I am doing in such a lonely place. But really it is not lonely. I am here and I like it. So simple and direct and beautiful.