Why do I want to participate?
Curiosity, challenging creativity
«Forget our fate
The pedlar sings
Set up to sell my soul
I’ve lived a life for wealth to bring
And yet I’ll gaze
The colour of spring
Immerse in that one moment
Left in love with everything
Soar the bridges
That I burnt before
One song among us all»
[Mark Hollis, 1998]
One day, one song. Pretty hard for a music addict like me. Anyway, I chose a song unless it is the song that imposed to me. I applied some treatments to it as if it was stretched out over a day and I overlayed field recordings gathered while commuting: sounds of nature, machines and people.
In addition, the figure below shows the typical daily trip from my home to my work and back in a space-time cube. Space is represented by X and Y coordinates while the Z-axis shows time. Thus the vertical lines imply no movement during work and lunchtime.
No sound this week. A picture of a CD hanging from a tree in my neighbour’s garden instead. Neither do I know why it is there (birds?) nor if there is sound recorded on it.
Anyway it sort of reminded me of Christian Marclay’s framed 7″ vinyl of Simon & Garfunkel’s “Sounds of Silence”. Quite a symbol.
The incongruous presence of the CD in this still landscape immediately implies music. It also can be seen as the condemnation of artificial sound in natural environments. Or even the announced end of physical media.
“I have gone out into the world with a good-quality recorder, and it’s fascinating to listen to the results of recording common places whose sound you’re super familiar with. The true audio chaos of a place is evident in a recording. Though I use the word true, and though this might be what enters our ears, it’s not what we “hear” when our brain process that sound.”
(David Byrne, How music works)
In the recording I made last Thursday in Ouchy harbour, Lausanne, you will definitely identify crows, seagulls, swans and ducks, a bell ringing, a boat horn, a carousel barrel organ, a plane as well as various voices. But will you pay attention to the small continuous clicks and friction noises in the foreground ? These are the sounds of my jacket zipper and my clothes rustling which leaked in the microphone when I was walking while they usually tend to be avoided.
field recordings of
Lausanne underground lines.
sounds as if
voices come up
from the bowels of the city.