Artist description David Michaeli - An interdicsiplinar artist of experimental music, visual art, writing and movement. Pierre Tobianna - A performer, street musician, director and a De L'arte mask maker. Hagit Rosmarin - A classical and ethnic flutist. Katherine Vered Berger - A classical cellist. Shlomi Berger - Sound and studio. Hans Pallada - Musician and designer.

Music Style experimental classical

Musical Influences prayers, buto

Similar Artists Kz'istof Penderetzki, John Cage, La mont Yang, Paul Horn,

Artist History BYOND CONSTRACTION - PART 1 One spring Saturday morning in 1993, we were walking, a young woman, a little boy and I, in the meadows of Judea heels. We found an abandoned, empty concrete water tank half-sunken in the ground surrounded wild flora. Broken rusty metal leather led to the concrete grey dome. Taking advantage for a thrill, we climbed up immediately to find a square like hole with a leather broken and rusty as well, leading down to a dark echoing depth. Our steps and voices clouded inside the closed space and we send them again and again enchanted, through the open hole while the dome was vibrating from our steps and voices. Then, down we went. White golden barn owls flew around us while we entered. We stood down on floor of a concrete chapel. Little holes led sheaves of light, which went down like heavenly ladders, and we stepped into them, light flashed in the darkness around us. Along these year I was practicing vocal of the vowels. Now, I realized that the sounds that I produced inside the water tank activated all the inner space. I found myself using all the construction as an instrument. I was enchanted. I must come back to do work with this place, I knew.I borrowed a cassette recorder, which consider being good. I have got it from the late Mrs. TAMI EDEN who died from cancer. She was a sharp open minded lady and a professional blessed musician who played Viola. In that time she was already sick for five years. She was glad to help me. I have also got a not bad professional microphone from a Canadian guy named ALLEN, a new comer. He was big and very serious person. Latter on he got married a diplomat girl and moved into life of doing nothing in mid Asia in Kazachstan. So I was told. I fixed a date to work in the place, when luckily a good friend of mine, PIERRE TOBIANNA from Paris, came for a short visit. Pierre is an artist of theatre and he can produce sound out of everything. In France he managed street theatre, and also participated in the Soleille theatre of Arian Manushkin in Paris. I have met him when I stayed at his sister in Paris. Pierre had deep religious feelings and supported it with endless chain of joints. He was an expert by organizing his habitat in a perfect French chic with oriental odor of carpets, Kooskoos and Taro cards. Hanging on together I sow him taking a piece of plastic water pipe and fluting. Pierre, I told him. You must come with me. I want you to help me recording. I am sure that we shall create something. This is a unique place. Very well, answered Pierre. But the only time I can do is the day I fly back to Paris, and I have to be back in Tel Aviv in two o’clock noontime. We shall make it, I promised him. The evening before going, Pierre called me at ten o’clock in the evening. Listen, told me Pierre with his charming Pidgin English French Hebrew, I have met a girl. They wanted to rip me off at the store and she helped me. I invited her for coffee, she invited me home, and now we have a little romance. Au Pierre, that is very beautiful, I said. No, no said Pierre. This is not the point. She is a flutist. Would you mind that she would join us? Not at all, I replied. Pierre gave me the address. At six thirty in the morning I picked up PIERRE and HAGIT ROSMARIN. We drove directly to the pool. I had this old Volvo 122 ivory colored and we roared on the highway, on the roads through fields and into the dry dieng flora that wrapped the cracked gray tank. The air was hot and dazzling, holding odors of bushes and dust. The time was December. The year was very dry. Rain had not fallen yet. Sky had gray color of late Hamsin. I was focused in action. Come, come, I instructed them through the dry thorns behind me, toward and up the concrete dome. I located the tape and hanged the microphone down through a small hole in the center of the dome into the whispering dark space. It was hanged moving about two meters down of me. I was satisfied. What we going to do is that, I explained: I will do a series of vowel sounds for about ten minutes, which will meditate you. Let them tune you up. After that you are on your own. What ever will happen will be fine. Pierre will begin the recording up on the dome and will join us down afterwards

Group Members David Michaeli, Pierre Tobianna, Hagit Rosmarin, Katherine Vered Berger, Shlomi Berger. Guests: Hans Pallada, Arie Kutz, Adi Aronov, Gilat Rotcop, Gur Rotcop.

Instruments drums, flutes, celo, shofar, guitar, whistles, walles, thin junk, water, stones

Albums ANAT, BORN IN I-L,

Press Reviews None

Location Givataim - Israel

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