"time" | projection design and performance | 2015
Watch the entire performance here.
Role: projection design, live manipulation of visuals
The visuals created for Julian Bridge's "time" were developed and performed in real time in Touch Designer.
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Written, composed, directed + produced by Julian Bridges
Recorded Live at the Duderstadt Video Studio, University of Michigan - May 1st, 2015
Personnel:
Adrian Koch - Electric Bass
Alex Meingast - Electric Guitar
Allen Dennard - Trumpet
Andrew Hintzen - Electronics // Keyboards // Vocoder // Sound Design
Benjy Krauss - Percussion
Evan Levine - Acoustic Bass
Ji Hoon Kang - Electronics // Alto Saxophone // Tenor Saxophone
Jillian Slade - Vocals
Julian Bridges - Drums // Acoustic Guitar // Vocals
Stephen Grady - Tenor Saxophone
Engineered by Jameson Eisele
Visuals by Simon Alexander-Adams
Lighting by Jeff Alder
Mixed & Mastered by Peter Leonard in Ann Arbor, MI + Washington, D.C.
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time
in.
fade...
as the minute hand continues to turn, our memories
congeal. we yearn for a strand of profundity, yet
seek such solace in a stew of thoughts SO thick. they
told us that to be tranquil is to be inconsequential -- how can one
foster faith in a world that
thrives above a glass ceiling?
toss away the blueprint to a life that may
pass us by.
no, don't leave me behind, as these seconds
wane. yes darling, i pray you,
let's make the moments matter, for we
are but
zealous and innocent and carefree -- and young! ha! so you think you
move like a siren and speak like the wind? remember being
here, in this very moment -- clutch it like a rose
and drink in the morning dew.
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life is hidden in the minutes.
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drink in the morning dew
here, in this very moment. clutch it like a rose,
move like a siren, and speak like the wind. remember being
zealous and innocent and carefree -- and young? ha! so you think you
are. but
let's make the moments matter, 'fore we
wane. yes darling, i pray you
don't leave me behind as these seconds
pass us by.
toss away the blueprint to a life that may
thrive above a glass ceiling.
don't foster faith in a world that
told us that to be tranquil is to be inconsequential -- how can one
seek such solace in a stew so thoughts so thick, they
congeal? we yearn for a strand of profundity, yet
as the minute hand continues to turn, our memories
fade
in
time...