David Toop
Museum of Fruit
[Caipirinha]
Rating: 8.2
That not a single electro-acoustic composer is a household name should not
come as a big surprise to me, but I'm surprised given how subtle and
rewarding David Toop's Museum of Fruit is. It's not like there are a
lot of similar composers vying for your $16. I mean, let's face it: the
marketing people are going to have to shell out a serious Shania or Mariah
amount of company cash to make the general public aware of the latest
electro-acoustic sensation. Eh, the world is a truly weird and enigmatic
place.
And so in a stimulating and beautiful way is Museum of Fruit. The
title, lest you be confused, does not refer to a crumbling episode of "Are
You Being Served?". As the third installment of Caipirinha's
Architettura series, David Toop has generated an electro-acoustic
appreciation of Itsuko Hasegawa's building that houses-- within spitting
distance of Mount Fuji-- the "Museum of Fruit" in Yamanashi, Japan. The
museum consists of three huge wire-framed domes nestled into a hillside;
each dome resembles an enormous wire-framed puffball fungus.
Toop has been experimenting with sound and commentating on the avant-garde
scene for over 20 years now. His book, "Ocean of Sound," has had the
same dramatic effect on the ambient scene as his 1984 book "Rap Attack" had
on hip-hop. Eggheads and university types should pay attention to what Toop
writes because he's not slovenly, he's not a cut-and-paster, and he's far
more perceptive than most intellectuals would like to admit. His albums,
though few, exhibit these same qualities. Anyone serious about ambient
should frequently listen to Toop's Screen Ceremonies and Pink
Noir; they're each as graceful as anything Eno has ever produced.
I mean, on his Neroli album, Eno tried to give a musical rendition
of the zest of an orange peel. Eno's project falters because in order for
the translation of smell into sound to be remotely successful, you pretty
much have to be a synaesthete. Toop has not tried to correct Eno's false
start, though Museum of Fruit tests Toop's ability to translate
physical form and formless sensation into music.
This project requires that Toop not only musically interpret the building,
but also that he acoustically render the atmosphere of being inside the
building, of the experience of enjoying fruit on display. Toop has got a
pretty fructal mojo workin' here, because-– glory be!-– just by staring at
the disc's heavily-illustrated liner notes and listening intently to the
music, I can feel the mangos, see the pawpaws, and-- during the track
"Breathing Chaos"-- I can even smell the sewerish reek of a freshly-cut
durian fruit.
As you'd expect, Toop uses traditional Japanese instruments to convey the
setting of the museum, but unexpectedly, Toop has incorporated bioelectric
recordings of fruit into three tracks. The album's lengthiest number, "Smell
of Human Life," finds its ground in the aleatorical, clacking of wood
blocks. From this shifting, unpredictable foundation, the keyboards and
occasional flute peel off into translucence. The title of the opening track
is a story that waits for you to supply the conclusion by listening and
by imagining you determine exactly what happens to "an arthropod raising
its head to see the sirakami."
In the album's liners, Toop invites his listeners to interact with his
music in this manner, just as the architect Itsuko Hasegawa invites her
audience to experience the novel form of her building. But rather than
constructing innovative forms from steel and concrete, Toop's architecture
consists of new forms of sound, fusions of the "digital and acoustic,
machine made and organic." These new sounds then suggest new environments
and plausible realities. Toop's intent is to offer you a fresh, fruitful
form of fiction and to save you the airfare.
Y'know the actual Museum of Fruit, though? I wonder if you can eat the
museum's exhibits. Toop doesn't mention that-- I'm guessing the museum's
staff is comprised of uptight, pseudo-intellectual, pretentious asses
that don't let people eat anything. It's like those people who go around
putting signs on all the old chairs in antique stores that say, "Please
Do Not Sit." It's a drag-- these people ruin it for everyone. I say, you
should be allowed to eat the damn fruit; after all, people get way with
chomping on grapes and strawberry at the local Safeway. And just what's
the difference there?
-Paul Cooper