# GoGo Penguin’s original score, at the BRIC JazzFest marathon in Brooklyn: Video, Photos

- Link: https://jazzblues.eu/2017/11/19/gogo-penguins-original-score-at-the-bric-jazzfest-marathon-in-brooklyn-video-photos/
- Published: 2017-11-19T14:52:53+01:00
- Author: https://JazzBlues.EU

**The first and best-known installment in Reggio’s dialogue-less _Qatsi_ trilogy,
it offers an interdependence of images, by cinematographer Ron Fricke, and music,
by Philip Glass, that deserves comparison to milestones by Kubrick and Coppola. **

To see its glacial impressions of ancient rock, or its manic time-lapse footage 
of modern American cities, alongside Glass’ Möbius strips of melody is to witness
techniques and sensibilities in filmmaking that were once revelatory but have long
been subsumed into the general culture. Advertising surely looks and sounds different
in a post-_Koyaanisqatsi _world, as do nature films and documentaries, and probably
narrative movies as well. It is, in a word, a landmark.

Or is it? Prior to a recent performance of GoGo Penguin’s original score, at the
BRIC JazzFest marathon in Brooklyn, I tried to talk about the film with several 
culturally adept friends under the age of 40, but none of them had seen it. Surely
there are bright young people who’ve sought it out, and you certainly can’t blame
Reggio or Glass for not promoting its legacy, given the considerable number of screenings
and live performances that have transpired over the years. But somewhere along the
way its cult has become largely confined to the generations that experienced its
psychedelic allure the first time out. What a pity.

[⌊GoGo Penguin⌉⌊GoGo Penguin⌉[

The film has aged in fascinating and surprising ways. It is named for a Hopi word
that translates as, per the film: _1. crazy life. 2. life in turmoil. 3. life disintegrating.
4. life out of balance. 5. a state of life that calls for another way of living_.
To Reggio, that means juxtaposing the Zen of roiling oceans and Utah’s Horseshoe
Canyon with the gaping wounds thrust onto the natural world by uncaring, hubristic
man: traffic; oil fields; atomic bombs; a nuclear generator; a ragged housing project,
before and during its demolition; commuting New Yorkers either slowed down or speeded
up, to make their density and determination appear all the more absurd; hot dogs,
Twinkies, clothing and cars being manufactured; a consumer browsing televisions 
with her children. In 2017, _Koyaanisqatsi _can appear less like a warning for civilization
and more like a nostalgic reminder of the simplicity of a not-so-distant past. Traffic
has gotten worse. Those manufacturing jobs have probably been moved to a place where
workers are more easily exploited. Those commuters now have one eye fixed forever
on a smartphone. The Cold War-era paranoia about nuclear war … well, some things
remain.

GoGo Penguin’s original score, premiered in 2015, suggests the band took philosophical
cues from Glass without aping his sound (and without worrying about his score’s 
sung bookends). To start, both artists’ respective aesthetic trademarks are retained.
Glass and Reggio’s working relationship was far more egalitarian than the average
director-composer hookup, and so his signature brand of Minimalism galvanizes the
action onscreen or reacts to those visuals intimately, scene by scene, with cathartic
shifts in tone and attack. Or his soundtrack can be divorced from the film entirely
and enjoyed as another Glass LP, with its dramatic, accessible orchestral repetitions.
GoGo Penguin also seemed to have made only small adjustments to its signatures, 
which are also based in repetition and darkly emotive, but rooted in indie-rock 
and dance music and their overlap.

[⌊GoGo Penguin⌉⌊GoGo Penguin⌉[

Signed to Blue Note and consisting of pianist Chris Illingworth, bassist Nick Blacka
and drummer Rob Turner, GoGo Penguin is a postmodern piano trio that exists, with
regard to mainstream jazz tradition, about as far from the Bad Plus as that band
is from, say, Bill Charlap. Its tradition is ambient music, or the heavily stylized
jazz-ish music of its native U.K., or that amorphous genre of serious-minded instrumental
pop called post-rock, which might also be called score-rock. (Within the diverse
contemporary offerings of the BRIC JazzFest—everything from Betty Carter heiress
Jazzmeia Horn to Vijay Iyer’s cerebrally grooving sextet to Maceo Parker—the trio’s
presence made absolute sense.) Stark minor-key piano voicings and bittersweet tunes
combined with a rhythm section whose center of gravity was drum-and-bass and whose
dynamic control was fearsome, and suggestive of orchestral experience. Soaring above
Lake Powell, Blacka and Turner simmered; later, playing knotty prog-like passages
to mechanization and frenzied city lights, they exploded. Doleful tinkles of melody
followed the debris of an exploding rocket into nothingness. There were some marvelous
moments.

![GoGoPenguin1](https://i0.wp.com/cdn2.jazztimes.com/2017/11/GoGoPenguin1-550x367.
jpg?resize=550%2C367&ssl=1)

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