Keith Fullerton Whitman
Dartmouth Street Underpass
[Met Life/Locust; 2003]
Rating: 7.3
As I lay in a country bed, trying to craft a worthwhile opening paragraph, I am constantly distracted by
these sounds around me. One is a squeaky ceiling fan, which cries as it slowly rotates and rocks in the
slow, humid air. The other is my Grandpa snoring symphonically through the thin wood panel walls, with such
a frightful gale as to suck up his own nostrils. And outside the window are the distant cries of coyotes,
yelping and yapping out on the shadows of the countryside. Yet, somewhere between my ears there exists a
spectacular balance to the proceedings, as my head draws and mixes them together into a satisfying musical
whole. If I only had a microphone in which to save and later savor these sounds!
Apparently, Keith Fullerton Whitman feels a similarly procreant urge to capture these brief moments of life
that seem to be outside of ordinary reality. In the Dartmouth Street tunnel that runs from Back Bay Station
in Boston to Copley Plaza, a cavernous walkway lined with glass brick walls reflects the sounds of passengers
and trains in such a way as to sound like music to his ears. We have utility doors banging, footsteps on a
catwalk, some lost guitar reverberating down the walkways, the arrivals and departures of three trains, and
all the percussive accompaniment of people running to make their transfers. As the piece moves on, an odd
sound phenomenon begins to envelop the daily proceedings. About five minutes in, this mechanized drone of
the trains disappearing down the tunnel coalesces into a heavy constant undertow of sound, swallowing up
the guitar, passengers, and the approach of other trains, sustaining the snippet beyond its apparent
qualities.
What separates this material from the field recordings on the old Folkways label is that the raw sound
taped by Whitman is conversely used to create a new piece, almost a reflection of the original sounds which
are now bent and refracted through his eyes and ears. Whitman's response piece runs nearly the same length
as the centerpiece, and is remixed in real time, combining these elements along with some of the life sounds from
where he was doing the remixing, on his front porch. Here, Whitman builds on the odd metallic train drone
of the original with a harmonium-like resonance, washing everything out with a beautiful haze of generator
buzz, becoming the thick air of the underpass itself, completely saturated in humid humming. He even lets
the birds in the trees and the cars on the street make an appearance as the drone begins its gentle descent
back into the everyday.
Those expecting sounds like those found on last year's polished Playthroughs won't find them here;
the production on this outing has a much rougher aura. Whereas each note of Playthroughs seemed
almost like a singular pearl, Dartmouth Street Underpass provides a gritty ether that sticks to the
skin, as dirty in its ambiance as the subway's platforms on a muggy day. It's also important for newcomers
to note that Whitman has experimented with this premise before, to more satisfying ends. His CD-R releases
Car Passings at Night and Manchester-by-the-Sea similarly manipulated the sounds of cars
passing on wet roads and waves crashing on a beach. Of these releases, Manchester-by-the-Sea remains
the most compelling. Dartmouth is closer to Car Passings in both subject and replayability--
an interesting experiment that rewards listening, but rarely engages on a visceral level.
-Andy Beta, March 18th, 2003