#vivication

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a show that might never happen again

“We have this moment where there’s a group of people watching someone up here and Someone up here immediately transforms into something alien, or fictional, or abstract.” It’s a funny p…

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Arve Henriksen - Vivification from new album Towards Language (Rune Grammofon)

Arve Henriksen is a major representative of a golden generation of Norwegian jazz musicians. This is his ninth solo album (eight on Rune Grammofon and one on ECM), he has also released a dozen albums as a founder member of Supersilent and appears on well over a hundred records by artists like David Sylvian, Jon Balke, Trygve Seim, Imogen Heap, Arild Andersen and many more. With "Towards Language" trumpeter Arve Henriksen is back with his trusted long time musical partners Jan Bang and Erik Honoré. Arve first collaborated with the pair on the much loved and highly praised "Chiaroscuro" (2004), Arve´s second album, and later on "Cartography" (ECM 2008) and "Places Of Worship" (2013). Also an important part of the line-up is Eivind Aarset, the ECM associated guitarist extraordinaire.

Released: 05.05.17

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VIVICATION

*’“*:.｡. .｡.:* photo’s made by Greg Goodale *’“*♡♪+*

Presented at Toynbee Studios as part of a BANNER Graduate Award 2016/17, an Artsadmin initiative supported by Goldsmiths, University of London & the Royal Conservatoire of Scotland.

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Vivication

I had this neighbor once... He was an old man. About.... In his 70's at least. And you know the drill. The stereotypical creepy old man next door? Well in this case, it was not the man that was creepy. It was his dog. He called it vivi. Oddly enough, the dog was male. The dog was very odd looking. The man had told me at one time, that the dog had been abused. On the the dog's mouth had been cut into a somewhat crooked grin. It's eyes were sewed shut, for it had none. It had a scar across the front of it's neck where it had apparently been slashed by it's abuser, trying to kill it. It's tail and ears both had sharp curls at the ends. And the dog all together was very thin and frail looking. It was a very skittish around people. Everyone except for the old man. Every time I saw it, it was only beside him. Anytime he was outside, it was there. Be it in town, in the park, anywhere. It was always right there. And though it had no eyes, it seemed to watch everyone constantly. It's head would turn, following people as they passed, as though it just KNEW they were there. It was like he was guarding the old man, although, I had no clue what from. I had just moved in. I was going to college, and my small home was next door to his. I came to learn his name was Arnold Carpenter, and only a week or so after I had met him I heard a knock at the door. I opened it to see him hunched over, panting, as though he had been running. I quickly got worried and ran off to get a glass of water. I brought it back, and as soon as he was breathing better, he spoke. "Vi..... Vivi...... VIVI!" My worry grew. I put a hand on his shoulder. "What about him, Carpenter?" Arnold sighed, looking up at me. A stray tear rolled down his cheek. "Vivi... He's gone!" Carpenter and I searched for about twenty minutes. All throughout the neighborhood. We even knocked on door to ask if anyone had seen the scraggly dog. However, nobody had claimed that they ever did. So with heavy hearts, Arnold and I made our way home, and said our goodbyes.  The next morning I saw a few posters up around town. A telephone pole was just outside my house, and there was a small paper stapled to it. It had a picture of Vivi on it. Below the picture, it read...  MISSING DOG!! Responds to "Vivi or Vivication" About 11 years of age. Please call these numbers if you see or hear ANYTHING! Below that it had various numbers of contact for Arnold. I took a picture with my phone. I figured I should be on the look out as well. Vivi had been missing for almost a week. Still no word. At one point I thought of going to comfort Arnold, but I felt that would make it harder. I don't think Arnold understood that Vivi was not in good health, and probably had little life left in him anyway. But I didn't want to be the one to tell him that. On the Saturday of that week, I woke up to police sirens. I looked out my window to see two police cars and an ambulance parked next door. I ran outside to see what the commotion was. A police officer held his hand up. "Sorry young man, but you can't come through here. This is a murder scene now." At the word murder my throat clenched. Murder? Who on earth would murder a nice old man like Arnold? I nodded, sighing. "Can I just know a little of what's going on? I knew him. I think I deserve to know a little bit of info." The tall officer looked around for a second, sighing. "Somebody heard the old man screaming this morning, and we were called. The man was pretty bad. A lot of wounds. The house wasn't damaged in any way, so we think the murderer was hiding inside." I nodded quickly, turning back to my house. "Thank you officer, that's all I need." I quickly got on my laptop. I knew I was crazy, but I felt like Vivi disappearing had something to do with this. I quickly looked up the word vivication on google. Apearently the word meant to revive, or to be reborn. Or it could mean very active and spirited. I sat back, staring at the screen. Vivi was definately not active. But...... I felt like it had meaning. Something wasn't right, and I had to figure out what. I didn't know how, but I think my first step was to go there. To Arnold's house. As soon as all the chaos calmed, and the neighborhood was quiet again, I would go there and see what I could find. About two weeks after Arnold's murder, the neighborhood had a new sense of silence and peace. I sat in my room going through a mental checklist. I had various items spread out on my bed. Random things like a lighter, flashlight, water, a pocket knife, and my phone. I quickly put the things into a small drawstring bag and put it on. I had to wait until night though. I was antsy and wanted to go right then, but people were out and about. If anyone saw me doing this I would be busted. So I had to wait... I had to. It was about 10:00 P.M. I peeked out my door and listened. The only thing I heard was the chirping of crickets. I took a deep breath. Alright... You can do this... You have to give info to the police so they can find Arnold's killer.... You have to. I kept telling myself that as I slowly made my way across the house's yard and up to the porch.  Upon entering the ought the surprisingly unlocked door, I was hit with an unnatural cold air. Luckily, I had packed a jacket as well, so it wasn't too bad. As I put my jacket on I thought to myself. The house was probably this cold because the city had probably shut down the property's power and AC, since no one was living here anymore. I turned my flashlight on and looked around the room. I had never been in Arnold's house before. And oddly enough, for a crime scene, it didn't look half bad. But then again, I remember that officer saying that the house had very little damage. I slowly mad my way around, observing the whole room. There were the usual nicknacks here and there, a few couches and such. The usual living room setup. I found a hallway eventually and followed it back. I was hit with an ungodly, rusty smell that made my head swirl. I knew what that smell was. Blood. And lots of it.  I shined my light around but saw no blood whatsoever. How could the smell be this strong with no blood? I shined the light at the floor, and I saw it. A few speckles of blood. I looked further ahead and saw a few smears that disappeared under a bookshelf. I crept a little closer. I leered up at the shelves, admiring the many books upon them. I grabbed the sides of the wide bookcase and pulled it forward. More of the rancid smell poured from behind it, and I nearly vomited on the spot. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. With that, I slowly crept around and shined my flashlight behind the looming shelves. Behind them was a long staircase. I could see the floor but i couldn't see much else. I cautiously made my way downstairs, considering there was no railing to help me. I eventually reached the floor and looked around. The only things I could see were boxes scattered about, like a storage room. But that smell. It was so strong. I nearly wet myself at the sound of a box falling behind me. I wheezed, catching my breath once I realized I was just being a chicken. I slowly began making my way back, deeper into the room. I saw the wall eventually so I figured I'd reached the end. I noticed a pile of boxes in the corner and it took me a second to realize... There it was. All that blood. It was splattered across the boxes, the wall, even the ceiling. I took a deep breath, stepping back. I stepped on something. It had an unnatural rolling feeling under my shoe. I looked down to see that it was a small bone. I observed it for a second before realizing that I was no longer in silence. I heard something. It sounded like wheezing. I kept my light on the floor for a second, too scared to move.  I was shaking at that point. I needed to look. I had to see what was there. What else was with me in this basement. I heard shuffling behind me. I shook even harder. Suddenly my flashlight started flickering. It started to spark nearly, getting hot in my hand. I yelped as it singed me. I let go and it hit the ground with a pound clank. And like that, I was plunged into darkness. I quickly knelt. I took my bag off, feeling inside for my lighter. As I did, the sounds kept getting louder. I heard panting as I found it. I whipped it out and spun the gear on it. It didn't start. I whined a little to myself. "Come on. Come on, please! Work!" I tried desperately and wheezed as my throat closed from getting so worked up. Suddenly, a dim warm light hit my face and the floor. I stayed where I was, now noticing that it was completely silent again. I took a deep breath, only for it to catch in my throat. It was that rancid blood smell again. Only stronger. Much stronger. And it felt humid around me now. I could see up the stairs from where I was and I could see the moonlight. I needed to get out. It was not safe. The killer could still be here. I took a deep breath and slowly stood. I only took one step before getting hit in the back by something. I fell face first onto the concrete and yelled loudly. I knew I was not alone. I rolled onto my back and lifted my lighter up in a weak attempt to see my attacker. At first I saw nothing. But then it jumped out of the darkness and landed me. It was Vivi, but not quite. It was much, MUCH larger. It's eyes were open and it's mouth was wide, and a black ooze seemed to seep from both. It had another mouth though, on the front of its neck, a large row of teeth glared at me, more black ooze seeping from them as well. The demon stared down at me with a soulless stare. I struggled underneath it but had little success. I screamed as a static sound filled my head. I squirmed, hitting my head against the floor. I managed to scream out over the static screeching in my ears. "What are you?!?" Vivi glared down at me with a grin, the black ooze running out of his nose, rolling over his lips and down his chin. A few drops fell on my cheeks, stinging a little as he leaned down closer to my face. The mouth on his neck opened and a louded distorted voice in my head yelled...... "I WILL EAT YOUR GOD~" I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my guts. Tears welled in my eyes as I screamed in pain and squirmed again. My fusion was blurring. My breathing was coming in short gasps. I pawed at the floor desprately, wheezing as my last bits of vision turned black. The last the I saw were it's black oozing eyes... *********************************************** My vision swayed a little. I squinted in the bright yellow light. I was warm. I was sitting on something compfy. Was it a couch? I had no clue. No wait I remember now. It's been about a month since the attack of Vivication. I no live here.... In this padded cell. The only people I talk to are the doctors that come ask my questions. I still tell them the same story. They still don't believe me. They same...... Thing........