
 
Hypermusic for the society of interactivity is nothing but empty noise with a few moments that 
emerge as something Other. An Other that maybe called the possibility of digital-sound-becoming-something-more-than-itself,
 something that one day may indeed become a sound that will meet the 
imaginary of Marvin Minsky’s call for complete downloading of humanity into the hyperdata of 
the digital mind. The interactive overture in the lobby is little more than a quirky arcade and just as 
dead--too much sound overlapping itself, with the uniqueness of each sound not being allowed to 
reach the ear. Which is not a question of too many notes in the score, but too much noise drowning the 
possibility of  individual inter-play and composition with the technology. The instruments are out 
of a bad alien flick, organic goo, cocoons that glow and tremble at the touch of the unknowing 
human hand. Virilio’s worst nightmare about the cocoon-effect of a wired culture where the 
technology plays at being organic and obedient.
 
The second movement of the Brain Opera allowed the possibilities of Machover’s and the fifty 
other collaborators interactive musical score to come to the foreground. The process of 
technological invisibility, speculartity, and composition integrated with the WEB’s connectivity did 
create a few moments of resonant cyber-hallucinations. Where the enframement of the body 
became part of the flowing process of invention and composition that allowed for the possibility of 
musical performance as interactivity. Specifically, the center piece of the of the work where people 
on-line improvised with the score for a brief 10 seconds. The Brain Opera as manifesto would have 
achieved something close to its goal if it had allowed not only the on-line people, but the on site 
audience to participate during the second movement, rather than replaying the same old situation of 
audience as big immobile ear. In the end interactivity is still about control and hypermusic is about 
nintendo instruments for tomorrow’s malls and not about tomorrow’s music.
 
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