Andrew Wiggins - postgame (10/23/22)

When a door closes in front of someone, another one opens somewhere in the same second.  Slowly squeaking. Somewhere in our world or in another corner of the multiverse.  We see doors as a metaphor for human destinies, for possibilities. No one has ever really asked the doors what they think of humans. The sigh of doors is their squeak. When they are content with our fate, they do not squeak. Doors start to creak when they have something to say about the person using them. Metal doors, church gates, front doors, plastic bathroom doors all read our lives and believe me, they all have an ironclad opinion of us. They speak their minds with a thick squeaking sound, opening and closing and singing to us, to us, about who we are.

The SoundHunter Project

Behind Squeaky Doors

Cabbage planers, in Hungarian Káposztagyaluk. In the old days, cabbage was cut by hand with a sharp knife. Cabbage pickling was a communal event, 4-5 neighbours from the village would gather in a kitchen and slice the cabbage there. To process larger quantities, the women used cabbage planers, which were a factory product. The first manual cabbage planers were made by wheelwright craftsmen, and the slicing knife, for example, was made from a scythe blade. Listen to the interesting sounds that the canon of cabbage planers can make.

Sonic of Objects

Cabbage planers - Káposztagyaluk, Act. I.

Wine glasses, in Hungarian borospoharak. Since the 1950s, wine lovers have had the chance to both listen to the music of wine glasses and accurately decode the message of wine. Only in the right glass can wine reveal its values and sing at length about place and time, i.e. the variety, the place of production and the vintage. Wine glasses for Bordeaux, Burgundy, Cabernet, Pinot Noir and Viognier have a completely different sound, not only because they all sing about different types of wine, but also because they are different in shape and glass thickness. The blowing of the wine glasses was initially done exclusively by hand, but the advent of mechanical crystal production in the 1970s made it possible for anyone to listen to the chorus of wine glasses. Cheers!

Wine glasses - Borospoharak, Act. I.

Granular Up Your Mind

Cabbage planers, in Hungarian Káposztagyaluk. The 21st century generation of cabbage planers live in an imaginary chamber where it is always dimly lit because the king of the cabbage planers decreed it so. This is Gyalooland. Three million planers live in total darkness, they are the ones who always side with the king because they can't see in the darkness up to their noses, anything can be planed on them. And the other 5 million cabbage planers in the chamber are completely divided, they revile each other in the darkness, so they can never unite against the powerful planer king. In Gyalooland, there is an opposition to the king in parliament, but they always get a big cabbage from the king, so they never get to play their part. We can listen to the singing of those who live in the dimness of the chamber, sometimes the voices of those who live in the darkness are heard, sometimes only the music of the dimness is heard.

Cabbage planers - Káposztagyaluk, Act. II.

We went to a rural airport to collect sounds. We listened to the roar of the wind over the noise of the engines and the whirring of the propellers.  With the hissing of the foundry equipment behind us, we boarded a small plane to exterminate mosquitoes. We could feel the taste of milk chocolate suddenly bitter in our mouths from all the bass.

Sonologist at the airport

Sonologist At The Airport

Many people think that noise is death, but it's not, silence is much more deadly. It is the small noises that fill the space around us and help us to enjoy the small pleasures of a life lived among millions of dead objects. So we need to appreciate the little noises carefully.  And loud noises need to be dealt with in their place, just as we deal with maddening silence. Life is fleeting, noise is constant, silence is disappearing...

Strange Habits Of Noise

You have to know how to sigh. It's genetically encoded in us, you're always longing for something or someone.  When we want to be somewhere else, we sigh shortly while imagining the place or recalling the beauty of the landscape.  When we daydream about another person who was once in our arms, we sigh long sighs. We live our lives in between the short and long sighs, but we never stop because we are unable not to feel nostalgic about our fragile existence.

Always Just Sighing

We bought a soundbox. You know, it's one of those crates that's contact-miked up and you can rub all sorts of things against it and bang and pull and push and it makes all sorts of weird noises. We took it out into the city forest and made some recordings. It was a great party. Frici wasn't there, of course we all missed him. Then we woke up and it turned out that we were imagining things, maybe there was too much alcohol and we didn't record the sounds we wanted to record at all. But the wind was really blowing terribly and the soundbox was working perfectly...

Windy Mood From The Soundbox

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Dr. don Ath is a Hungarian sonicinstaller, sound artist, lawyer and journalist, founder of SynthXLoop Audio Arts.
Since 2020, his sonic installations can be heard mainly in art exhibitions. He regularly works on request with experimental visual artists, advises as a lawyer on copyright law and is legal advisor to several art societies.

Windy Mood From The Soundbox

Dr. don Ath - Vol. IX.

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