|Letters to my Original Geography|
We all dream of nailing that one thing that renders us uniquely an artist. Genetic Choir’s one thing-ness emerges from their attention to the tiniest sounds: a mouse soundbite in Amsterdam’s Central station at rush hour. Their music-making improvisational process chews on this tiniest sound and changes its texture, rolling it around in their mouths like cough drops to emit a new tiny sound. Sometimes they shred pop or classical to wend a new world. Each member of each instant composition is glued to the ear of the other—grabbing each other’s sounds to rub the corduroy ribbing into silk.
Genetic Choir, started in 2008 in Amsterdam by Thomas Johannsen, has transcendent goals and applies transcendent means to live better in the now. Their name comes from nothing less than the genetic code. The Genetic Choir seeks the DNA of music made from us, inside us, and part of us, as a parallel to the amazingly beautiful organization of this world composed by the sheer process of its living, not by some divine intervention.
The House of Song and Sound project gave Genetic Choir an island to live on during these covidious times, a musical project through which they could connect with people who have lost their verbal abilities. Ofttimes, what dementia patients say is incomprehensible or stuck in repetition. However, if you render that moment musical, suddenly there is understanding. This has inspired the Genetic Choir to develop tools, upside down ways, for caregivers to carebetter.
Talk nonsense, and I will listen; it is only nonsense when you are not willing to listen.