Spent the morn­ing writ­ing my art­icle and sub­mit­ting it. The after­noon was present­a­tions of digital musics and inter­act­ive art. the inter­act­ive art stuff was bril­liant. Maywa Denki again and Blast Theory from the UK, an amaz­ing game of real world run­ners chas­ing online play­ers in the real streets of Shef­field using GPS, WiFi and a hand­held. The three real-world run­ners have walkie-talk­ies and the people online can hear them.

More digital music in the even­ing, way too avant-garde, walls of sound. Then a shuttle to a place 16km from town to a bizarre but well-done per­form­ance called MARX in a rubble-mover con­struc­tion fact­ory (I’m ser­i­ous) with four men per­form­ing with iBooks, hand-held speak­erphone mikes, 80s key­boards and old tech like over­head pro­ject­ors. Quotes from Das Kapital are inter­spersed with digital squawks and strange inter­views about whether you really need a rubble mover and folk songs in German. It seems like the bas­tard mutant off­spring of Kurt Weil and Metallica.

Back on the shuttle to Stadtwerkstadt where DJ Spooky is on the decks. Gotta love a club where the DJ is against a green screen… the mixed visu­als are wild (only in Aus­tria coulld they mix Leni Riefen­s­tahl films in with DJ Spooky; it’s one kind of trib­ute to her death), the music is unbe­liev­able, the deck chair I can col­lapse into later is even better. Oops, 3.30am. Is that really the time?