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About Face

Orchestre Classique de Montréal with Marie-Josée Lord and conductor Kalena Bovell, Salle Pierre-Mercure, 5 February 2026

Marie-Josée Lord and Kalena Bovell with the OCM at Salle Pierre-Mercure. Photographed for NicheMTL.

What began anecdotally as suspicion about facial bias on social media was confirmed in 2021 when Bogdan Kulynych, a Ukrainian graduate student studying at EFPL University in Switzerland, proved a preference for lighter skinned faces in (the company formerly known as) Twitter’s cropping algorithm. Twitter’s photo-sharing system also seemed to like younger, slimmer faces more than older and wider ones, with those faces left out more regularly from image-based tweets. Women’s faces, too, enjoyed preferential treatment, appearing more frequently in Twitter’s new recommendation-based feeds.

Kulynych noted that these facial biases were not accidental but rather designed to maximize engagement and thus profit for the company. Twitter paid Kulynych a $3,500 reward for discovering the bias and apologized in a statement, claiming, “…we’ve got more analysis to do.” On 25 April 2022, before they could undertake that analysis, Twitter’s Board unanimously accepted Elon Musk’s hostile takeover bid for $44 billion.

Less than four years later, Musk has changed the name of the company to X — no relation whatsoever to the rating — and developed a subscription-based A.I. service that when prompted to do so creates sexualized deepfake images of real people without their consent.

Bibi Club with Fionavair, Pub Pit Caribou, 13 February 2026

Bibi Club perform at Pub Pit Caribou for Taverne Tour, 13 February 2026. Photographed for NicheMTL.

Faces are the most instantly recognizable physical features humans have. A number of studies demonstrate that infants show a visual preference for their mother’s faces within hours after birth, effectively making babies the first and most reliable facial recognition software.

The subtlest facial movements can indicate avalanches of emotion, and we intuitively recognize, interpret, and act upon these behavioural cues. More than any other nonverbal signs, we build bonds and trust people based upon their faces and what they communicate to us.

During the coronavirus pandemic, witnesses were asked to testify in court trials wearing face masks, and criminologists questioned whether these masks would affect the credibility of their testimony. A group of American and Canadian researchers, including Vincent Denault from the Université de Montréal and host of the podcast Beyond Lie Cues, published an experiment designed to isolate masks as a specific variable affecting the believability of a witness’s testimony. To their surprise, they found that the difference was negligible.

As important as faces are for identification, it is not imperative to see a face to believe a story. Masks appear to conceal neither lies nor the truth.

No Hay Banda with Karen Ng and Ida Toninato & Jennifer Thiessen, La Sala Rossa, 9 February 2026

Jennifer Thiessen and Ida Toninato perform for No Hay Banda at La Sala Rossa, 9 February 2026. Photographed for NicheMTL.

“Guitar face” is the phenomenon of involuntary and often hilarious facial expressions that guitarists pull when performing on their instruments. But it can also be applied to other musicians, too, and even extended to non-musical pursuits. We’ve all seen someone sticking out their tongue or biting their lower lip when they’re involved in a complex task.

“Laptop face” is the increasingly common occurrence of a laptop musician expressing facial acrobatics whilst manipulating a trackpad or keyboard. Of course, there is also “saxophone face,” the extreme inflation of the cheeks which saxophonists cannot avoid. Among the rarer instrument faces is “viola d’amore” face, another level of spontaneous expression akin to a plate spinner adding heroic complexity to an already demanding feat.

Nights in Fairyland by Will Straw, Milieux Resource Room, 13 February 2026

Will Straw holds a copy of his book, Nights in Fairyland, 13 February 2026. Photographed for NicheMTL.

When we become attracted to another person, we are usually attracted first and foremost to their face. There can be other physical attributes that one considers striking, many of which are well-known and need not be relisted here. But the face is the interface beneath which the operating system functions, so to speak, giving an indication to its innerworkings and alternately concealing and revealing our true character.

“Gaydar” is the term generally applied to a person’s visual ability to accurately discern sexual orientation in women and men. Nicholas O. Rule and Ravin Alaei in the Department of Psychology at University of Toronto published a study in 2016 that suggests that the general population is able to predict sexual orientation at a rate better than chance, indicating that there are certain facial features more frequently attributed to gay people.

Urban Dictionary entries are instructive and reflect how real people variously define and use language. At the time of writing, there are several more or less sensational definitions of the term “gayface.”

One definition indicates that gayface is an almost obligatory “look that gay men have that enables other gay men to quickly identify them as ‘family.’” This definition suggests that gay people have better gaydar than straight folks. Another less anticipated entry defines gayface as a variant of blackface, in which a person problematically dons a particular genre of facial expression for derogatory effect. Still, another entry simply states: “Anyone that goes by the name of Joseph.”

Richard Avedon: Immortal: Portraits of Aging, 1951-2004, Montreal Museum of Fine Arts, 10 February – 9 August 2026

Jacob Israel Avedon (detail), Richard Avedon at the Montreal Museum of Fine Arts. Photographed for NicheMTL.

The notion that time is art fascinates me. Age changes all things, and the ways in which age manifests materially could be considered instinctive creativity, nature as artist. This is why antiques are more valuable with their patina preserved.

Art restoration is its own artform and needs to be practiced sparingly and only when necessary to not lose the work of art to history in its entirety. A subset of art restoration is film preservation, for which students can study to earn a degree, most notably at the UCLA Film and Television Archive, the L. Jeffrey Selznick School of Film Preservation, or Toronto Metropolitan University in Canada.

Film, though, is a different medium than digital image reproduction and indicates an age even if it is entirely contemporaneous. 35-millimeter photographs taken today somehow convey a deeper sense of history than iPhone photos do.

Perhaps that is because they fix moments specifically in time, whereas digital images are infinitely manipulable. One can endlessly Photoshop a jpeg. But prints begin to show their age the second they’re struck, forever decaying.◼︎

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Cover image: William S. Burroughs by Richard Avedon at the Montreal Museum of Fine Arts. Photographed for NicheMTL

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Monkey Warfare

No Hay Banda, BEAM SPLITTER with Anne-F Jacques & Ryoko Akama, La Sala Rossa, 29 September 2025

Anne-F Jacques & Ryoko Akama perform for No Hay Banda’s 10th season premiereat La Sala Rossa, 29 September 2025. Photographed for NicheMTL.

The 2006 Canadian film Monkey Warfare, starring the Torontonian writer-director Don McKellar and his late partner Tracy Wright, centres on an ageing couple of radical political militants who spend their days smoking pot, listening to The Fugs, foraging for antiques to peddle online, and ruminating over their heyday committing soft acts of left-wing domestic terrorism.

Paul Thomas Anderson’s most recent feature, One Battle After Another, displays remarkable similarities to McKellar’s film: handlebar-moustached male leads with flawed personalities and difficulties maintaining relationships; attempting to outrun previous misdeeds; the hope bestowed upon a new generation of notably female operatives.

Although their politics align, these films’ ultimate morals could not be further apart. The necessity of violence is the definitive subject at the heart of every revolution.

Don Giovanni, Opéra de Montréal, Salle Wilfrid Pelletier, 30 September 2025

The cast of Don Giovanni take a bow at Salle Wilfrid Pelletier, 30 September 2025. Photographed for NicheMTL.

“…the more consciousness a man possesses the more he is separated from his instincts (which at least give him an inkling of the hidden wisdom of God) and the more prone he is to error. He is certainly not up to Satan’s wiles if even his creator is unable, or unwilling, to restrain this powerful spirit.” —Carl Jung, Answer to Job.

We are constantly at war — evidently with each other, but more frequently with ourselves. We fight to resist our base impulses. We struggle to transcend our animal instincts and become human. Foregoing indulgences and pleasures of the flesh is an archetypal fight. It is not only a moral but furthermore an existential conflict. We battle our inner demons which seek to lead us astray from the straight and narrow path.

Consciousness, then, is an archetypal paradox: consciousness is necessary to discern the difference between what is wrong and what is right; but it is also consciousness that sensibly represses nature’s divine intelligence.

POP Montreal presents Do Make Say Think with Kee Avil, Rialto Theatre, 28 September 2025

Patrons spill out onto the street to perform a “Cellphone Symphony” following Do Make Say Think at the Rialto Theatre, 28 September 2025. Photographed for NicheMTL.

The problem of why we repeat is a fundamental philosophical question. Once something is done, why bother to do it again?

There are a number of answers, including, but not limited to, compulsion, addiction, and inevitability.

I might be compelled, say, to have lunch even though I had lunch yesterday because food keeps me alive and I love life. I might drink a cup of coffee even though I drank a cup of coffee a few hours ago because caffeine is a habit-forming substance and I am a creature of habit. I might go out to see a beloved band perform again even though I have seen them perform before because I am opportunistic and cannot avoid exploiting any occasion to do so.

Our impulse to repeat is at odds, though, with the longing for novelty and the desire for freshness of experience. And so, we disguise our repetitions. We have a ham sandwich for lunch today because we had a tuna fish sandwich yesterday. We order an espresso in the morning and an allongé in the afternoon. And our favourite bands subtly alter our favourite songs in order to inject them with a sense of surprise, even though we know very well the verse and the chorus.

“We do not disguise because we repress,” writes Gilles Deleuze in Difference and Repetition, “we repress because we disguise, and we disguise by virtue of the determinant centre of repetition.”

Ensemble Urbain, Origines, La Sala Rossa, 21 September 2025

Ensemble Urbain perform at La Sala Rossa, 21 September 2025. Photographed for NicheMTL.

I have often wondered why, if there is so much vacant space in the world, people feel the need to occupy the same zone.

Humans congregate in cities like magnets draw metal shavings. Everyone wants to live in Paris or London or Berlin or Moscow or Montreal. Fewer people are drawn to Saint-Joseph-de-Sorel.

“New York City,” said the departed comedian Phil Hartman, “is a testament to man’s desire to be stacked on top of other men.”

Africa Fashion, McCord Steward Museum, 25 September 2025 – 1 February 2026

Dr. Christine Checinska introduces Africa Fashion at the McCord Stewart Museum, 24 September 2025. Photographed for NicheMTL.

A fool’s mouth is his destruction, and his lips are the snare of his soul. —Proverbs 19:7

Beauty, wisdom, virtue, justice, and truth seem to be the predominant preoccupations of the world’s religious doctrines.

About a decade ago, we entered into an historical era that the media dubbed “post-Truth,” in which objective facts took a supporting role to individual opinions and emotional appeals. This new epoch coincided with the first election of the Orange Cheeto in the United States and Britain’s exit from the European Union across the pond.

The universality of truth is implied by its most frequently used form, in the singular. We don’t instruct our children to tell multiple truths. Rather, we implore them to tell the truth. One.

Conversely, falsehoods are plural. Lies. Practically infinite iterations.

Monotheism is the creed that there is only one God. The concept developed in opposition to polytheism in which adherents worshiped multiple deities that governed various aspects of nature and reality. The term originates from the mid-1600s when Henry More, the English theologian, devised it to designate preferential religions and reject substance dualism.

In the 21st century, we tend to perceive and interpret reality through a series of interconnected actors, actants, and networks. This perception encourages an assumption of complexity that the understanding of a singular truth bypasses entirely. The austerity of one truth, one God, and one administration of justice has an inherent and minimal beauty to it. But it does not reflect the structure of the organic world around us, and particularly the world we have constructed.

Multiplicity characterizes technological postmodernity and diversity represents biological fortitude. Both of those assertions are observably true — and they seemingly contradict the world’s religious doctrines.

The notion of multiple truths presupposes that facts are a little different for everyone, like a universal version of Rashomon. Reality has apparently bifurcated exponentially since the turn of the millennium, and those divisions have accelerated following Trump, Covid, and Trump 2.0.

Are we never ever getting back together?◼︎

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Flowers In the Dustbin

Maria Chávez, Victoria Shen, & Mariam Rezaei with Lori Freedman, No Hay Banda, La Sala Rossa, 25 March 2025

From left: Maria Chávez, Mariam Rezaei, and Victoria Shen perform at La Sala Rossa, 25 March 2025. Photographed for NicheMTL.

“Complexity is not difficulty, but mess, toxic waste, genre disorder.”
—Nick Land, No Future

Torus with Orchestroll, fdg., CMXE, & Musicfriend, Église Saint Denis, 22 March 2025

Jesse Osborne-Lanthier and Asaël Richard-Robitaille perform as Orchestroll at Église Saint Denis, 22 March 2025. Photographed for NicheMTL.

“The monastery was the first place in history where time was measured. Benedict added a seventh period to the devotion of the day, and in the seventh century by a bull of Pope Sabinianus, it was decreed that the bells of the monastery be rung seven times in the twenty-four hours. These punctuation marks in the day were known as the canonical hours, and some means of keeping count of them and ensuring their regular repetition became necessary.”
—Lewis Mumford, Technics and Civilization

“The social and technical relations that uphold our current economic order are the same relations which structure our experience of time in periodisation of life, that is, length of the working day, or the time spent producing value for capital. Time — in the view of capital, the sense that dominates our reality — really is money, and so keeping track of the time in which one’s investments in the purchase of labour power play out is paramount.”
—Introduction to Mark Fisher’s Flatline Constructs

A minor uproar occurred online this week when the U.S. Secretary of Homeland Security Kristi Noem on Wednesday donned a Rolex worth $50,000 for a photo op at El Salvador’s Terrorism Confinement Centre.

Known as CECOT, the prison, which has the capacity to house 40,000 inmates, is being used as a waystation for deportees under the new American administration’s initiative to crack down on illegal immigration. Noem’s choice to wear such an ostentatious symbol of conspicuous consumption some saw as in poor taste.

However, whether intentional or not, the watch was the perfect prop. The handcuffs on the prisoners’ wrists are the underbelly of Noem’s legitimate incarceration by the constructs of hypercapitalism and neofascism that Trump’s regime exemplify.

Time, not space, is prison.

Stimulant Vol II Launch Party, St. Kevin’s Parish, 22 March 2025

An unignorable throughline exists between U.S. Presidents Donald Trump and John F. Kennedy.

The two alleged assassination attempts on Trump in 2024, as well as his appointment of Robert F. Kennedy Jr. as the Secretary of Health and Human Services, have fastened a link between the Trump and Kennedy brands. More recently, Trump’s release of thousands of declassified Kennedy assassination documents has renewed their association in the popular consciousness.

On the surface, Kennedy and Trump couldn’t be less alike: Kennedy was a Democrat, anti-war, anti-racist, resolutely left-of-centre on the American political spectrum.

Still, for fans of the author J.G. Ballard, for whom Kennedy’s death was an object of persistent fascination in works like Crash and The Atrocity Exhibition, Trump’s deliberate fixation with Kennedy is more easily decipherable. It is not so much ideological as it is libidinal.

Kennedy’s death was a moment charged with intense subconscious eroticism. Particularly, frame number 313 of the Zapruder film undeniably depicts a symbolic orgasm, the final bullet’s impact producing an eruption of biological matter exploding uncontrollably all over the First Lady’s double-breasted raspberry pink suit. It is pure snuff porn.

The fact that the Presidential limousine was already in a sense “decapitated,” and equipped with “suicide doors” — which swing both ways — deepens its auto- and homoerotic thematism. Not to mention that the car was a Lincoln, christened after another famously assassinated American figurehead. Surely, aside from automobiles, sex and death are the Western world’s most fundamental drives.

Nonetheless, Kennedy was the utopian President America would never get back. Whereas Trump is shaping up to be the dystopian leader they will never be rid of.

1985. Image-Worlds, Centre VOX, 28 March — 21 June 2025

Detail of the exhibition 1985. Image-Worlds at Centre VOX. Photographed for NicheMTL.

“You can’t be fond of living in the past
‘Cause if you are, then there’s no way that you’re gonna last.”
—Gordon Downie

Simon Chioini, “Rivière 4,” Montréal rivières, Myriam Boucher, Gabriel·le Caux, Simon Chioini & Antonin Gougeon-Moisan (Label formes – ondes)

I went this week to The Bay at Carrefour Angrignon to buy bedclothes and bath towels.

It has been widely reported that Hudson’s Bay Company is currently liquidating its stock and consolidating operations into six stores, including Montreal’s flagship location at Sainte-Catherine Street and Phillips Square. At least that iconic block will be spared.

In addition to the bluster from south of the border about tariffs and soft annexation, the demise of Canada’s oldest retailer, founded almost two centuries before the country’s Confederation, feels like yet another blow to what constitutes Canadian cultural identity. Regardless of our national disagreements, we all agree on what we are not.

But a sale is a sale.

As I perused the goods on offer, a profound sense of sadness overwhelmed me, along with the renewed realization that capitalism’s zombie endgame is ultimately to consume itself.

Under our absurd socioeconomic system, constellations of products are overproduced as cheaply as possible, maximizing at every stage the creed of shameless exploitation, in order to stock shelves that the consuming public greets largely with indifference.

Nobody really wanted these piles of haphazardly folded yet perfectly wearable beige pants that some sweatshop worker in Bangladesh stitched together for marginally more than slave wages. And still, nobody wants them at 40 percent off.

In the linens department, I pick out two towels, two washcloths, two bathmats, and a set of crisp white bedsheets, taking them to the checkout to pay. A middle-aged man with tired eyes processes the purchase, bagging my new items while reciting the store’s return policy. I ask him what he is planning to do now. He says blithely that he is looking for another job.

I wanted to buy a pair of those ugly beige pants, too, just to rescue them from the loneliness of arbitrary and unnecessary existence.

But as the saying goes, you have to put on your own mask first before assisting others.◼︎

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Cover images: Detail of the exhibition 1985. Image-Worlds at Centre VOX. Photographed for NicheMTL.

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Wait For It: in conversation with Sarah Davachi

Unlike an old-fashioned phone call, where there are potentially several rings for anticipation, Zoom meetings just start.

In a very binary, off-on fashion, suddenly, someone simply appears on your screen, which moments before was merely a blank space. Right on time this particular morning, that someone is Sarah Davachi, the celebrated artist whose durational musical works have captivated lovers of modern classical, ambient, and drone composition for a long while.

Reclining on a chesterfield in her living room, Davachi speaks to me in Montreal from her home in Los Angeles, where she is currently pursuing a Ph.D., on the occasion of the total solar eclipse, an auspicious if fleeting sliver of history. Behind her, a Black Sabbath poster is tacked to the wall, a trivial clue that speaks volumes to the depth and breadth of generic influences that have filtered over time into her work.

“My brother was born in the ’70s, so he listened to a lot of classic rock,” Davachi divulges.

“I got really into Metallica when I was in 7th grade. I remember listening to …And Justice for All on my discman and being so blown away by all the detail.”

If there is one thread that runs through all of Davachi’s compositions, it’s an acute attention to detail. Timbral detail; temporal detail.

“In order to hear overtones and things like that, you need to let a sound continue without moving to the next thing.” Sarah Davachi performs with the Podlasie Philharmonic, Białystok, Poland, September 2018. Photograph provided to NicheMTL by the artist.

“The music that I make is very minimalist in style,” Davachi explains. “It removes a lot of melody and rhythm. Part of that is to bring the focus to the texture of the sound and the harmonics that are happening in any given moment. The time aspect was a necessity to make that happen. In order to hear overtones and things like that, you need to let a sound continue without moving to the next thing. It needs that time to actually unfold.”

On the surface, it may sound to the casual listener in pieces like 2022’s single “En Bas Tu Vois,” or “Magdalena,” from her critically lauded 2021 recording entitled Antiphonals, that there is not that much happening.

But beneath their austere veneer, oceans of complexity begin to emerge in these works in the form of microtonal variations, resonant harmonics, and apparent temporal distortions. In the tradition of venerated composers like Gavin Bryars and Max Richter, Davachi has the rare and uncanny ability with her music to stretch out a listener’s perception of time.

“In my lifetime,” Davachi says, “it feels like there’s a lot of push for things to happen quickly — not even for things to be experienced but just glimpsed at. If you go to a museum or something, it’s very unusual for people to spend even a minute looking at a specific painting. You’re just walking through and not actually looking at anything. With durational music, it’s almost like showing a painting in bits as opposed to showing the entire thing all at once. You have this control over the listener, being able to slow them down deliberately and force them to go slow. It changes the way you hear things. It changes your brain. I think that’s important, psychologically, for people.”

It’s clear that Davachi meditates, perhaps obsessively, on her work, and specifically, about how her audience receives it. She began studying piano in the Royal Conservatory system as a child, and majored, appropriately, in philosophy and music as an undergrad at the University of Calgary. “The philosophical side was informing a lot of how I thought about music,” she says.

Davachi enrolled in an electroacoustic music class and soon became enamoured with the process of layering performances and mixing recordings. “For me, it made a lot of sense,” she says. “That got me really interested in composing.”

In 2007, Davachi began working at the National Music Centre where she was introduced to a museum-full of organs, synthesizers, and various other claviocentric instruments, which were capable of prolonging sound beyond the piano’s limitations.

“Discovering that way of making music opened the door to being able to do music in a way that I wanted to,” she recalls. “It was ironic,” she laughs, “because for me, music was the sensible alternative to doing a philosophy degree.”

“I learned how to make music in this electroacoustic way, and that still informs the way that I think about where my music exists.” Sarah Davachi performs at the Museum of Jurassic Technology, 2019. Photograph provided to NicheMTL by the artist.

After graduation, Davachi was accepted to the prestigious electronic music program at Mills College in Oakland, California, where noted musicians like Pauline Oliveros and Maggi Payne had served as faculty members. She divulges, “That’s where it started with the music that I make now.”

Early in her professional career, Davachi took the conscious decision to forgo a life of performing live. “I just hated the pressure,” she confesses. “In classical music, the performance is everything. You have to get it right, and you only get one shot. If you screw up, that’s that. To me, that’s not how I think about music.”

Instead, Davachi began devoting herself to the granular levels of control that the studio-as-instrument can afford. She feels closest to the creative process when she is “taking things and sculpting them,” she says. “I learned how to make music in this electroacoustic way, and that still informs the way that I think about where my music exists. A lot of it happens in the compositional phase.”

Davachi will be in Montreal for the Suoni per il Popolo festival in June to attend the world premiere of a new work entitled “Three Unisons for Four Voices,” which the experimental ensemble No Hay Banda commissioned. The piece is a 65-minute composition for violin, cello, trombone, bass clarinet, ondes Martenot, and percussion.

“It’s split into three sections,” she tells me. “One of the things that I’m interested in is this way of having a certain piece of melody that repeats itself similarly to how sound-on-sound tape delay works. It repeats and it keeps repeating until it slowly starts breaking itself apart. I’m trying to do that in an acoustic way.”

Just as Davachi graciously and all too briefly occupies my screen on our Zoom call, her sumptuous and profound compositional works expand to inhabit whatever sonic spaces they’re in. And though her pieces extend beyond what might be considered acceptable running times for popular or even avant-garde music, they seem to end too soon. Elongating beautiful moments in musical time has always been a central tenet of Davachi’s modus operandi, starting with her earliest days as a pianist.

“When I played something, like a chord, I remember thinking that I would like to hear that more,” she recollects. “You’re playing and you get to a chord, and you have to keep going, because that’s the nature of the piano. I remember being annoyed thinking, ‘that’s such a pretty cadence, or a pretty harmony.’ I just wanted to hear that more.”◼︎

No Hay Banda performs Sarah Davachi’s “Three Unisons for Four Voices” for the Suoni per il Popolo festival 13 June at La Sala Rossa, 4848 St. Laurent Blvd.

Cover image: Sarah Davachi photographed in Los Angeles in 2020. Provided to NicheMTL by the artist.

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Shock & Awe

François Le Roux, Le Bal masqué and L’Histoire du Soldat, Bourgie Hall, 18 April 2024

François Le Roux performs at Bourgie Hall. Photographed for NicheMTL.

The Reuters News Agency photographer Mohammed Salem this week won the World Press Photo award for his snapshot of a Palestinian woman, Inas Abu Maamar, cradling the lifeless corpse of her 5-year-old niece, Saly, who reportedly was killed in an Israeli airstrike at Nasser hospital in Southern Gaza last October.

On the surface, it’s an aesthetically appealing image.

The cold and rigid textures of white marble and yellow sandstone behind the pair of women contrast their bodily figures, draped in blue, brown, and white textiles.

And yet another feature strikes the viewer on a more subliminal level: there is very little humanity to this photographic record of apparently human suffering.

The only hint we get of the subjects’ earthy identity is a snatch of Maamar’s hand emerging from her sleeve, gently caressing Saly’s enshrouded head. Otherwise, there is nearly no humanness evident in any recognizable corporeal features — an inverse, say, of the iconic Pulitzer Prize-winning image that The Associated Press photographer Nick Ut captured of Phan Thi Kim Phúc running naked and screaming down Route 1 near Trang Bang immediately following an American napalm attack on South Vietnam in 1972.

In Ut’s historic image, the horrors of war were laid bare in black and white, visceral, and unmistakable. With Salem’s more current photo, everything that’s terrible about genocide is concealed, abstracted, wrapped up literally as if mummified. It’s an image sanitized of pain that invites viewers at once to look and to not really see.

During the Vietnam War, it was customary in the U.S. not to show dead soldiers’ bodies in the media. Visible suffering was a duty for the other side to bear.

But through the proliferation of shocking media images amidst wars in Iraq, Bosnia, Rwanda, Afghanistan, and Syria, the west no doubt fell victim to what the cultural theorist Susan Sontag in her book Regarding the Pain of Others defined “desensitizing horror.”

We’re frankly exhausted with looking at destruction and death. When there’s nothing else to look at, an image as enigmatic as Maamar’s requires an act of interpretation, forcing viewers to participate in discerning its true meaning.

Ensemble Urbain, Créations, Collectif MTL, 14 April 2024

Anita Pari and Joshua Morris perform at Collectif MTL. Photographed for NicheMTL.

How we signify internal pain entails a more symbolic vocabulary of representation. At a recent post-classical recital hosted by Ensemble Urbain, the composer and doctoral candidate Anita Pari chose to translate her own lived experience with mental health through music.

In a piece called “Escape for Cello and Piano,” Pari and accompanist Joshua Morris communicated sonically the experience of “persistent intrusive thoughts” — a phenomenon that everybody can experience, regardless of medical diagnosis or clinical disorder.

Ordering sound is one way to restructure any situation in which we find ourselves out of control. That’s why music — and art, more broadly — is such a successful therapeutic form, which we should consider before reaching for pharmaceuticals or other easy fixes.

Pari’s composition didn’t come off too conceptual, either; it wasn’t, so to speak, just a “one-note” performance. I found myself both aesthetically pleased as a listener, and emotionally moved as a person empathetic to those who find this life a struggle. What a wonderful place to put disordered energy.

Anybody who attempts to bring order into this world is going to scrape up against chaos. Anyone who tries to shine a light through darkness will inevitably cast a shadow.

Nary a Fang with Elizabeth Lima, No Hay Banda & Innovations en concert, La Sala Rossa, 15 April 2024

Jennifer Thiessen performs with Nary a Fang at La Sala Rossa. Photographed for NicheMTL.

Not to disparage “one-note” performances, the experimental quartet Nary a Fang delivered a transcendent concert at La Sala Rossa last Monday, revolving around miniscule microtonal variations on a single frequency. Like listening to a piano being tuned, it becomes evident that an infinite number of notes exist between notes — that one is many, and many is one.

With this realization, it’s impossible not to be fulfilled by a drone that ostensibly never changes. When we find whatever it is we’re looking for — in sound as in life — there is no more “more” to find.

The Spanish kabbalist Shem Țob ibn Shem Țob wrote in his Sermon on Wa-Yeħi in the 1480s:

“Those who love money can never have enough of it. But the reward that comes to those who engage in Torah and commandments will fully satisfy them, for this goodness spreads like the water of a brook. Just as the sunlight can illuminate the entire world without diminishing, so the goodness of the world to come will not diminish, no matter how many share in it.”

The Philadelphia Orchestra, Maison Symphonique, 19 April 2024

Yannick Nézet-Seguin conducts The Philadelphia Orchestra. François Goupil for the Orchestre Métropolitain.

A good conductor takes command of an orchestra, which is prerequisite. A great conductor can regulate the crowd with a wave of his hand.

While directing The Philadelphia Orchestra, his American charge, Yannick Nézet-Séguin after the first movement of Florence Price’s 4th Symphony on Friday night at Maison Symphonique gently and successfully instructed the sold-out audience to kindly hold their applause until the end of the piece.

It was a simple gesture, a subtle manual motion made without even turning around. But subtlety is most effective in a righteous demand for respect.

Is it possible that force isn’t the best way to overcome an army?

Wanda Koop, Who Owns the Moon, Musée des beaux-arts, until 4 August 2024

Left: Wanda Koop, Objects of Interest — Panel 4, 2023 and Objects of Interest — Panel 2, 2023. Right: a patron inspects Black Sea Portal — Luminous Silver, 2023. Courtesy of the artist and Night Gallery. ©️ Wanda Koop. Photographed for NicheMTL.

In preparation for painting, Wanda Koop lies on her back with eyes closed, often for hours, envisioning what each new piece should look like. Before a brush touches canvas, she has already formed a clear mental image of what the work will be.

“I love feeling that I’m always seeing everything in technicolour,” Koop told me at the press conference for her Musée des beaux-arts exhibition.

“It’s one of those shows where you should come by yourself and be quiet — like looking at the moon,” Koop suggests. “The eclipse is something that I speak to in my work. It’s something bigger than us.”◼︎

Cover image: Wanda Koop, Ukrainian Quartet — Power Plant, 2023, Courtesy of the artist and Night Gallery. ©️ Wanda Koop. Photographed for NicheMTL.

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Unprepared Piano

I haven’t contributed much to human history.

I don’t have children and may never do, if my perpetual singledom, unemployment, and financial poverty continue on their current trajectory. I’m not good at business, nor keen on new technology, nor fond of predatory capitalistic practices — generally the characteristics that ensure upward social mobility in today’s society.

I write words by hand, which is something that my AI assistant continually tells me I should improve, by breaking my paragraphs into smaller chunks, and adding subheadings in order to lead my readers. Ostensibly, Artificial Intelligence doesn’t think much of us. Surely within a decade, AI will render my profession unnecessary, if there is any necessity to it now.

However, before artful writing fell out of favour, I elicited a minor stir at the offices of The Quietus, in January 2013, when one of the site’s editors noted that a word I had used in an article celebrating the 30th anniversary of MIDI came up a Googlewhack. That term was “claviocentrism” — referring to the centrality of the twelve-tone, clavier-style keyboard to Western musical traditions. My MIDI article constituted its first use. I knew this because I indeed invented the word, as none was previously sufficient.

This week, I had the good fortune to attend two very different concerts that returned the piano to my center of attention. No Hay Banda, the excellent Montreal-based concert series, which exists somewhere between a concept and a band, organized the first one, aptly titled “The Last Act of the Piano.”

The troupe’s three members — percussionist Noam Bierstone, keyboardist Daniel Áñez, and violinist Geneviève Liboiron — come from diverse backgrounds. But they somehow blend seamlessly in ethos, a veritable power trio of in sounds from way out.

No Hay Banda is renowned for staging exceptionally dramatic performances that push the boundaries of Montreal’s live music scenes. For better or worse, there is nothing else quite like what they do. It is impossible to overstate how challenging — even alienating — their concerts can be. No Hay Banda is truly art for art’s sake, audiences be damned. Easy listening, it isn’t.

Although, “The Last Act of the Piano” happily was both sonically and visually appealing, perhaps because No Hay Banda chose to focus upon Western music’s most familiar instrument, albeit in a profoundly experimental way.

The trio performed two pieces of 21st century post-classical piano music that were at once delightful and rare to experience in a live setting: Jennifer Walshe’s 2008 composition, entitled “Becher;” and “101% mind uploading,” the 2015 piece by Elena Rykova.

Rykova’s score calls for the instrument to be prepared with magnets, Scotch tape, and an optional sticker of X-ray radiation. No Hay Banda photographed for NicheMTL.

“Becher” is the contemporary equivalent of Mauricio Kagel’s post-modern 1970 album, Ludwig Van, reconstructing snippets of Beethoven’s compositions, running them through amplitude modulation and other forms of effects, intending to mimic the way that the composer might have heard his own compositions as his natural hearing deteriorated.

Jennifer Walshe, “Becher’s” author, stitches together borrowed scraps of popular piano compositions — from Beethoven to Coldplay and beyond — in a technique that emulates digital sampling, and which tests the virtuosity of any pianist performing the piece. But No Hay Banda’s Daniel Áñez tackled the task with incredible skill, doing justice to Walshe’s ambitious work, and doing so with the group’s signature David-Lynchian laconicism.

Without saying a word, all three members then donned medical scrubs and surgical gloves to perform “101% mind uploading,” which had the threesome operating upon the piano’s insides as if it were a patient undergoing an emergency appendectomy.

Rykova’s score calls for the instrument to be prepared with magnets, Scotch tape, and an optional sticker of X-ray radiation. No other band in Montreal would have the guts to rip out a piano’s guts in such theatrical fashion, and few other Canadian cities could muster enough of an congregation to support such an endeavour — a testament to both.

The week’s second claviocentric concert could not have been more different; comparatively speaking, more palatable to a wider patronage — the Russo-German pianist Igor Levit interpreting the works of Brahms, Mahler, and Beethoven at Bourgie Hall, on the venue’s recently acquired Hamburg Steinway grand.

Just being in the presence of this instrument was itself worth the price of admission, as evidenced by the sold-out crowd, who were enraptured with Levit’s shoeless performance. Apparently, he injured his foot days prior to the recital. But this lack of footwear in no way hampered his dexterity.

As I sat there recalling No Hay Banda’s wild concert, listening now to one of the world’s most celebrated pianists caressing this perfect instrument, it occurred to me that keyboards are devices that require human intelligence to bring out their best qualities.

The electronic musician Richard D. James, aka Aphex Twin, famously experimented with programming mechanical machines to trigger an analogue piano’s keys. A generation prior, the avant-garde composer Conlon Nancarrow produced player-piano reels that spat out extreme, impossible compositions. And MIDI, the computer protocol that digitally controls any imaginable instrument, has given rise to the niche genre known as Black MIDI, which attempts to pack the largest number of notes into the smallest time span.

The question, though, is why? Just because it is technically possible to exceed human skill doesn’t mean it should be done. And once it is, there is no reason to try and surpass it, as if in some robotic pissing contest. Less is more — in this sense, less machine means more human.

What I initially meant with the term “claviocentrism” was not what the word has come to mean to me recently. I coined it as a shorthand for a cultural logic that prefers pianos over, say, guitars, or drums.

But what claviocentrism means today is the ability of this wonderful instrument to gather people around it in something approaching harmony, something approximating peace, with an unmistakable timbre that is unquestionably beautiful, whether it is played with fingers, mallets, or magnets.

Maybe AI can parse information faster than we can. But can it invent useful words and innovate new musical forms? Is there still another act for pianists and writers?◼︎

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ALL HANDS_MAKE LIGHT, 8 February 2024, La Sala Rossa

All Hands_Make Light photographed for NicheMTL.

Fire is a double-edged sword. On the one hand, fire illuminates. On the other, it destroys.

You can’t fight fire with fire. Because then all you have is orders, powers, magnitudes of destruction.

But if what you are attempting is to enlighten, starting multiple fires is integral, beneficial, vital.

La Reine-garçon, Opéra de Montréal, Salle Wilfrid-Pelletier, 3 February 2024

French is the world’s fifth most frequently spoken language. By comparison, English is first, with roughly three to four times as many habitual speakers. (Mandarin Chinese, Hindi, and Spanish sit between.)

67 countries around the world list English as one of their official languages, as opposed to only 29 that name French. It is safe to say that France is no longer conducting much colonial expansion these days — no one is, really, except of course for Russia — meaning that it is unlikely that any new countries will become French-speaking nations for the foreseeable future.

With regard to language, I wrote a book called Mad Skills once upon a time, about the history of the Musical Instrument Digital Interface, otherwise known as MIDI. MIDI is a computer “language” — and a robust and long-standing one at that.

Even though they were marketplace competitors, synthesizer companies in the early 1980s agreed that creating a standard control protocol would be advantageous to growing their trades manufacturing and selling musical instruments. If you could plug a Yamaha into a Roland and make them work together, the theory went, musicians would buy more Yamahas and Rolands.

It was especially the Japanese CEOs — who had themselves learned to speak decent English — that pushed for what was initially called UMI, pronounced you-me — a Universal Musical Interface.

UMI eventually morphed into MIDI, and the rest morphed into music history. Artists from Depeche Mode to Devo to Run DMC adopted MIDI and ran with it. Today, everyone except for Jack White has a MIDI-enabled instrument somewhere in their collection, and Roger Waters would never have been able to mount The Wall singlehandedly and interminably without it.

More than 40 years on, MIDI is still far and away the most commonly used “language” with which digital musical instruments “communicate.” And though other machine control protocols still survive, MIDI became the de facto industry syntax, and a lot of wonderful music ensued.

Imagine if a standard musical language never existed, what kind of noise people would have made.

Hell is Paradise, 5 February 2024, Quai des Brumes

Hell is Paradise photographed for NicheMTL.

There is no sound out in space. Because sound requires air as a medium to vibrate through, the sounds that we hear are very much unique to this world. Therefore, language — or the vocal, audible form of communication that most people and cultures across the globe and even many animal species use — is a place-dependent phenomenon.

That place is Planet Earth. And depending upon the location, the people and cultures of this planet inhabit variously configured bodies and correspond through diverse and ever-evolving languages.

The French philosopher Alain Badiou wrote that there are only bodies and languages. Except that there are also truths. One truth, though, is that there are only bodies and languages here.

Bodies and languages don’t matter much if they’re relieved of their earthbound gravitas.

India Gailey, No Hay Banda, La Sala Rossa, 4 February 2024

India Gailey photographed for NicheMTL.

And out of the ground the Lord God formed every beast of the field, and every fowl of the air; and brought them unto Adam to see what he would call them: and whatsoever Adam called every living creature, that was the name thereof. —Genesis 2:19

It is noteworthy that according to Judeo-Christian tradition, language is man’s creation, not God’s. God made the animals and gave Adam the privilege of naming them. Which begs the question: what language does God speak? Is there such a thing as Divine Language?

The American ethnobotanist Terence McKenna described his transcendent experiences with N, N-Dimethyltryptamine, commonly abbreviated as DMT, in illuminating and often hilarious terms. On a collaborative 1993 spoken-word album made with the electronic musician Jonah Sharp, otherwise known as Spacetime Continuum, McKenna recounts hallucinating under the drug’s influence a race of interdimensional angelic beings that he called “self-transforming machine elves,” which communicated in delightful utterances that McKenna imitated.

These beings instructed McKenna to talk as they did — “do it, use your voice to make an object,” they told him — forming lexical blocks out of word units constituting a simultaneously novel and ancient language.

Suddenly, from McKenna’s body, as if ex nihilo, foreign yet familiar tongues emerged. “Meaning and language are two different things,” observes McKenna. There is no inherent reason why we call a table a table. It’s not as if you slap your palm down on a table and it sounds like “table.”

Reality itself is constructed upon a series of reiterative symbolic systems, language being one of them. Language only means something because we repeat its words. The more times we repeat the language’s words, the more pregnant with meaning they become.

Until they cease to lose all meaning. If you have ever repeated the same word over and over in your mind, you will have experienced the uncanny sensation of language unfastening itself from sense-making.

Language is like the fruit of a tree. It can nourish or it can poison, depending upon the nature of the tree. No good fruit can come of an evil tree, and a good tree cannot produce evil fruit.

“The world is made of words,” McKenna astutely concludes, “and if you know the words that the world is made of, you can make of it whatever you wish.”

Georgia O’Keeffe and Henry Moore: Giants of Modern Art, 8 February 2024, Montreal Museum of Fine Arts

Georgia O’Keeffe and Henry Moore vernissage at the MMFA photographed for NicheMTL.

I treasure going to openings. It is one of the perks of writing — being invited to an exclusive opening.

The last exclusive opening I will ever attend will be that of my own casket. Unfortunately, the show will close the same day.◼︎

Cover image: patrons inspect Georgia O’Keeffe’s “Grey Cross on Blue” (1929) at the Montreal Museum of Fine Arts, photographed for NicheMTL.

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