Septonal

I don’t know this place

Sanctified space

Unresting place

No idea. This is a witches’ brew of sound, lost and found. Some old field recordings of insects, my (then) six year old granddaughter singing that song from “Frozen” at a Xmas gathering, another track reversed and mistreated until it surrendered, a recording of children running amok at a place called “Whizzy World”, all rendered unrecognisable using Audacity plugins.

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They grow back, but… differently [disquiet0666]

Another witches’ brew of sound, lost and found. A drone track of uncertain origin mixed with a heavily mistreated recording of my dog howling, combined with three stretched and pitch-altered versions of a recording of brass sleigh bells treated with excessive amounts of delay and a few other Audacity plugins.

Headphones suggested...

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He keeps to himself  [disquiet0667]

Alchemic reverie

Particle 44

Outside force

The night became dense

You must hear this: https://vimeo.com/52766051

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Ed Brunsden was kind and patient enough to interview me for  his blog Desert... Mountain... Dust...  - you can read it at https://desertmountaindust.blogspot.com.au/2017/02/tuonela-primitive-progressive.html

After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music. ~ Aldous Huxley

All good music resembles something. Good music stirs by its mysterious resemblance to the objects and feelings which motivated it. ~ Jean Cocteau

All music is beautiful. ~ Billy Strayhorn
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I've become addicted to drone. Again. I was the kid with his head on the piano, listening to the overtones die away, or pressing his ear to the steel hull of the ferry, enthralled by the sounds it created. I was the kid who formed wordless songs to accompany the sound of train wheels on a long journey, or hummed along with the fan on a hot day.

In the 60s I used to play my 45s on 16, or backwards, or by hand using razor blades as stylii.

I made cut-up tapes on a cheap cassette recorder in the 70s and experimented with reel-to-reel in the 80s. 

Thank you Subotnick, Lygeti, Coltrane, Jimi, Mimaroglu, Eno, Cluster, Tangerine Dream, Klaus Schulze, Frank Zappa, Pink Floyd, Kraftwerk, Throbbing Gristle...

I am not a musician. I am a scavenger of sounds. I use the most basic software to process those sounds, stretching and filtering until something emerges that makes a joyful noise. Or not...

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