Imagine if you will- a tech-dominated world where people are slowly trickling in. Their one domestic responsibility is to have responsibility for their own laundry. In divided groups at certain times, they trek down to the last slow-running river in order to beat the shit out of their clothes. This is their way of staying connected to nature and need. However, the scene is always distorted somehow by the leftover frequencies that pollute the air.
This piece is about a woman trying to remember the “other world” she uses to live in, and she feels a very strong desire to share these memories with anyone who will listen. In this world, it is rarely silent, but there are only certain times when it is permissible to speak. The tones of the reception are measuring the frequency of the output from the people, and if the speaker derails into topics not meant for discussion- the frequency reflects that.
This is a personal compilation of solo creations I have made in the last month. I would like to add more stories to this because I want to introduce you to Maggie- and her story is incredible. We wouldn’t know about the Laundry Lady if we didn’t recognize Maggie and her participation in bringing her to view.
Ale and I have been continuing to pass each other soundbites through the ether in hopes of finally healing some dark human wound that we all possess and would like to ascend from, so you can imagine that sometimes things get weird.
These albums are no exception. They are audio journies in long-form. They have the power to take you where you need to go- if you have the patience to listen and relax into it.
These compositions have been a pleasure to make and they really force me to be present with all synapses firing. I am not in a preconceived attempt- I simply do what I feel like doing in a moment; that may be a vocal reading, collecting sounds or beating the shit out of an instrument in a way it was not designed to be used.
This process has developed into quite a conduit of expression and creativity that keeps me on my toes when it comes to imagination. This is what I want to share with you.
I want you to take the grit with the beauty and awkward and the graceful interlude. To feel all of it for yourself with no preconceived notion of where it will lead you. All I ask is that you invite your imagination for the journey. And thank Alessandro Muresu for any grace that comes from these compositions- he has the gentle touch that balances everything you hear within these gifts.
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For some months now- Ale has been intent on this story of “How Wang Fô was Saved” and he found inspiration to record an Italian translation of the story accompanied by music made specifically for this creation.
I was honored to be asked to create an English translation of the story- which Ale also created accompaniment for.
I had not read the story before the recording. I wanted to test my voice with the words- and once I began reading out loud- I said: “screw it- start the recording.”
You are hearing the story unfold for me for the very first time. I am not exactly sure how it will weave. There are moments you can hear my voice fall because I am shocked at the revelations the text is painting.
I was left with some beautiful insights and contemplations. I hope this story can do the same for you. Please join us as we share the story of:
Alessandro has again outdone any expectation I may have toward his Mastery of sound.
My part- at first appearance seems somewhat meaningless- just recording what would be overlooked as mundane sounds of normal life- at times with a little extra manipulation. It doesn’t seem like a symphony.
It sounds like a person walking- or a train sitting at the station. It sounds like wind in a microphone and the chime on the convenience store door. It sounds like an audible story where the only context and relation happens synaptically- charging the heart by overlapping imagination and experience. That is all I do.
Then, I send these files of sounds to Ale- and he embraces the sonic story in his vibratory flux. He modulates and gives structure to my foundation. He weaves the fabric and smooths the edges. All of a sudden- the story becomes rich, a new memory can be made, the synapses fire with a longing and a nostalgia- foreign and familiar.
Without further ado- here are our most recent collaborations. Enjoy! Please share! (Best through headphones, and closed eyes- it is a sonic journey after all!)