{"id":248308,"date":"2015-02-13T00:00:00","date_gmt":"2015-02-13T08:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/sdnews.com\/i-am-not-rock-i-am-island-boy\/"},"modified":"2015-02-13T00:00:00","modified_gmt":"2015-02-13T08:00:00","slug":"i-am-not-rock-i-am-island-boy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/test.sdnews.com\/es\/i-am-not-rock-i-am-island-boy\/","title":{"rendered":"I am not rock, I am Island Boy"},"content":{"rendered":"

Richard Hunter-Rivera on performance, the body, and being alone<\/strong><\/p>\n

By Rutger Rosenborg<\/p>\n

Cosmic junkyard<\/strong><\/p>\n

Following Richard through the eclectic maze that leads to his creative workspace at Space4Art feels rather like walking through some cosmic junkyard.<\/p>\n

You start on 15th Street in East Village, where a homeless man struggles up a barbed wire fence to escape a vacant lot and find his tent amidst the dozens of others surrounding the block. Leaving the man teetering on the top of the fence, you pass through the art gallery \u2014 cement floor, two-by-four ceiling, white walls forming their own maze \u2014 and out into your own vacant lot of dried grass. There are cottages to the left and a stage to the right that looks like it sprung into existence from nowhere.<\/p>\n

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Richard Hunter-Rivera, or \u201cIsland Boy\u201d (Photo by Jessica Sledge)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Richard leads you to the last place you expect: a hall behind the stage, lined with the white doors of artist studios that resemble storage units more than artistic hideaways. Once inside his hideaway, you\u2019re met with yet another world: the sleek grays and blacks of a well-kept music studio.<\/p>\n

This private, maintained microcosm within the eclecticism of the universe outside seems apt for the way that Island Boy exists as a project for Richard, and the way that his music reveals itself (or doesn\u2019t) to his audience.<\/p>\n

The public and private performance<\/strong><\/p>\n

Island Boy developed as Richard grew more and more tired of playing in rock bands and began to trust his own voice. Publicly, he turned away from the communalism of the \u201cacoustic\u201d music he was playing, finding solace in the interiority of his electronic music.<\/p>\n

By its very nature, electronic music blurs the lines between recorded and live performance, the predictable and the spontaneous \u2014 even the private and the communal.<\/p>\n

Richard straddles these divides. He writes on the same interface with which he performs, turning his PA speakers all the way up to mimic the same dynamism that a live band might have. During a performance, he feeds off the energy in the room, timing his transitions and \u201cbuilds\u201d (outside the studio, the droning of a loud saw suddenly stops, leaving silence and a textural absence; he begins to stutter, unsure exactly how to pluralize the word \u201cbuild-up\u201d) to move with the unpredictable rhythm, the surprised murmur of the crowd.<\/p>\n

This is the communalism of his music now \u2014 the audience, the performance. Privately, he still performs with others \u2014 he jams, writes and listens with his friends \u2014 but not with the public in mind, not with the possibility of criticism, of failure. He\u2019s hoisted that possibility upon his own shoulders.<\/p>\n

Electronic bodies<\/strong><\/p>\n

As Richard acknowledges, a lot of electronic music is derided for being too \u201cperfect,\u201d for being inorganic and computerized. About the electronicism of the Top 40, he remarks, \u201cIt\u2019s not all auto-tuned bullshit.\u201d At base, the derision comes from a very simple question: Where is the body?<\/p>\n

For Richard, writing comes from the body first. Start with the kick, the snare, the bass and dance. Move the body. Find the groove. \u201cGenerate heat.\u201d If something sounds too perfect, move it a few ticks over \u201cuntil you find the imperfection that moves the body.\u201d In a strange way, only then is it actually perfect.<\/p>\n

The body\u2019s importance in Island Boy\u2019s music holds true in a live setting as much as it does in a creative one. Richard sways, bobs, folds over \u2014 all in a world of his own and not his own.<\/p>\n

\u201cSometimes I get lonely\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

Being in a solo project means being alone for significant periods of time. It affords Richard the ability to accept gigs quickly and freedom from asking people to invest time into putting together the songs that he hears in his head for little or no pay. Nonetheless, he does get lonely and occasionally longs for collaboration.<\/p>\n

If you ever decide to contact Richard through email, you\u2019ll notice that his address is \u201cislandboyandgirl@gmail.com.\u201d The \u201cgirl\u201d is Jessica Sledge, his fianc\u00e9e, a visual artist who contributed in a large way to \u201cBasic Instincts,\u201d Island Boy\u2019s recent album. According to Richard, Jessica comes in and out of the project; they collaborate to spend time together, and his email address is homage to that fact. And yet, he remains \u201cisland boy.\u201d<\/p>\n

Although Richard loves San Diego, it\u2019s not home for him. He lived in Italy for a while, and he spent much of his childhood in Puerto Rico. He vacillates between calling Puerto Rico the only home he\u2019s ever known and admitting that he doesn\u2019t really know what home feels like.<\/p>\n

As important as the island of his homeland is to his identity and the identity of his unique brand of atmospheric, Afro-Caribbean electronica, the tension and interaction between that island and the world outside of it has become the real formative force in Island Boy\u2019s music. Take the track \u201cEl Dembow Me Salv\u00f3\u201d off \u201cBasic Instincts.\u201d The rhythm of his island saved him, and it continues to do so, even though he is always far, far from home.<\/p>\n

Life imitating art<\/strong><\/p>\n

Much of Richard\u2019s (and Jessica\u2019s) vocals are disguised by effects on \u201cBasic Instincts.\u201d This technique has become commonplace in some of the most popular electronic indie music, from Youth Lagoon to Washed Out. Rather than becoming the focal point of the song as it is in traditional pop music, the voice blends into the textures around it. Richard explains it this way: \u201cSome people are introverted, and they don\u2019t want to be bombarded with information and messages; they\u2019d rather just be meditative.\u201d<\/p>\n

On the other hand, it makes sense to him that Top 40 songs privilege the voice over the music around it.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe voice is how we communicate, so people want to hear the lyrics; it connects us to the human element of music,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n

For him, however, the song is not as important as its structure. A song\u2019s structure is what allows it to breathe without vocals in every section. A good song, for Richard, will capture you with its structure and keep you there with its lyrics. A good song is just as much about its framework as it is about the singularity of its voice.<\/p>\n

Island Boy is in the last stages of another album. This one will offer more clarity, more minimalism. He\u2019s been experimenting with taking some of the effects off of his voice. As opposed to the thematic conceptualization of \u201cBasic Instincts,\u201d the new one \u201cjust sort of came together.\u201d It will come out in the spring of this year.<\/p>\n

Although Richard conducts much of his music \u2014 and the business surrounding his music \u2014 by himself, there are always friends and loved ones collaborating with him in some way. Richard remains \u201cisland boy\u201d in many respects, but perhaps that\u2019s only because he is able to bump \u2014 sometimes merge \u2014 gracefully into the floating worlds around him.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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