Amy Hanley possesses something that many great artists used to see them through their resounding yet tortured careers; experimentation, fearlessness, freedom of expression, imagination and an oppressive constraint (in this case time).
This audio piece spoke numbers about Amy’s willingness to try new platforms in media, dissecting 20 minutes of CSI style grilling into a montage of an almost unquantifiable amount of unfinished phrases with a topic theme centred around lies and deception. Interwoven were interjections of low fidelity recordings of Amy’s own voice which was recorded separate, subtly parodying mass media’s urge to create, distort and manipulate the facts to benefit their own cause.
Amy’s piece was about, well… it was a romance, it was a tragedy, a bleeding-heart nostalgic tirade, it was a phyco-analysis, a revelation, a coming of age, a tribute to McLuhan’s ‘media being the message’ notion, a colossal car chase scene from Kojak, an unrequited duelling banjos challenge, a story about the person you respect the most, a reality you resent, an ode, a eulogy, and a statement of jest and hyperbole… well, at least I hope they was!
This audio montage was an indelible mental tattoo that has given me the courage to embrace true sonic expressionism.