The real Amerika

There is something almost counterintuitive about trying to review a performance like remixthebook by Mark Amerika. For a start, it presumes that you, the reader, the audience, is outside of the work, able to view it from some impossible place where you are not the work but a mere observer of the work. For, of course, you don't merely read the work, as if it is just there, taking up space until you turn your attention to it. You inhabit the work or it inhabits you, it almost doesn't matter which because either way it is a symbiotic relationship---an interrelationship---which is the ground of all remixology---and so what you do is you play along, trying to keep up, feeling sometimes like a jazz musician learning to improvise over Coltrane changes.