6. My Balcony First Apartment

5. Olympic Stadium Metro Station

4. Condo Balcony

3. On Top Of A Hill, Felix - Leclerc

2. Rooftop Anjou

1. Rain At Jessica's Apartment

Field recording from my apartment balcony, April 23 2023

Birds are chirping loudly while rain pours down. The rain is light looking but falls heavily on the surfaces above me. You can hear it hitting various railings, the clanking. Meanwhile the birds chirp loud as ever, their voices carrying through the street. You can often hear people speaking in their condos if their patio is left open. Now, it’s a chance for the birds to hear themselves, using the excellent acoustics of the street with all those similar looking buildings in rows facing each other. The bird calls are adamant: some are quick chirps, and the others are more drawn out. Some sound like babies crying out in a nest. And some sound more like a song. There’s a wide variety. A white van drives by. Rain falls harder. Worms are crawling along the pavement. I wonder why there are so many birds here. What makes this area desirable? There aren’t many trees around, just the usual odd couple as decoration leading to a condo building. Maybe it really is the acoustics of the location. That they can hear themselves. The rain is interesting too. There a tocking sound that is lower in pitch, then a plicking sound higher in pitch. And a wash of rain sounds in the background, where all those tocking and plicking join together and create a texture. The air is cool, cold even. It travels from the open patio to the soles of my feet, as I arch them up against the couch. Finally, I see one bird fly overhead. I’m curious where it goes. It’s 6:33am, there are a few more cars around. I’ll go try to sleep some more.

Birds Abound - April 23 2023

Seedling is inspired by the regeneration that takes place deep in the soil: the churning, changing, becomingness of life from decay. It is constructed with gestures of pulses, pushing outwards as familiar sounds of the city begin to dance around the stereo-field. New arrays of familiar sounds signal a regenerated landscape from the inside out.

Seedling

A quaking sound, like a bird. And my bowl clanging as I read. The crunch of broiled French bread. The things we judge to preserve our status. Clang. Crunch. The clanging is the fork in a bowl of fruits. A strange kind of bowl with a flat surface. Well, it’s basically a plate with high edges around it. To hear myself eating this way, with the sounds of the city in the window, it feels less isolated than how it felt to just be sitting in my apartment by myself. Now, I even hear someone running by. A seagull. The wash of sounds extending. A still disdain for the closing car doors and their alarm beeps. I enjoyed those much more when I lived on a higher floor, they seldom pierced through as they now do. I pull off my headphones for a second, and hear nothing. The closed patio door. The aliveness suddenly gone. I put my headphones back on, with their open-back. One foot in a memory whose sounds as I listen to them cradle me to calm.

August 25th 2023 Field Recording

Living Spaces

Electroacoustic composition, traditional composition, sound art and sound design.

joey zaurrini

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