In this piece, ‘Trajectory’, devised by Milo Thesiger-Meacham, he and Patryk Gierczak very simply explore miscommunication. Recorded simultaneously in two separate studios, without any communication or forethought, this experiment relied only on the musicians being able to hear each other’s sounds. Produced by Milo Thesiger-Meacham, in association with Resonance FM. Painting by Milo Thesiger-Meacham. Engineered by George Rayner-Law.
Monthly Archives: December 2016
Show 612: Life Fragments in 11 Movements by Jared Sagar (Kanal 103)
Concept:
Each movement is a moment, a place in separate time. All the sequences have been placed together in order when they were first originally recorded. These sounds are all found in our world. Some natural, some man-made.
They are mostly, apart from one or two, all field recordings, everyday sounds of the forgotten, music that we choose to ignore or music that just passes through and hides within our subconscious.
I have altered these recordings and given them a new life, new breath.
Mixed and Mastered in my kitchen on a Monday morning.
Jared Sagar
Bio:
Jared Sagar is a composer from the United Kingdom. He specialises mostly in the experimental genre mixing drone/ambient/minimalism and abstraction together. His works feature field recordings as the basis to the sound, then he manipulates these recordings to give life to something new, something different and fresh.
Jared has released works on several labels including Sonospace, Phonographiq, Post Global Recordings and Petroglyph.
soundcloud.com/jaredsagar
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Show 611: Yannick Dauby, what does sunset mean to you? (Radio Zero)
Field recordings realised in Hong-Kong during the mentorship program organised by soundpocket, between October 2014 and April 2015. Composed in Spring 2016.
Tai Po Kau, I couldn’t imagine such a peaceful forest as a first intimate contact with this territory.
A harbour in Chai-Wan, the light and the heat, a meeting on the pier, someone borrowed my equipment.
Lamma Island and its rural landscapes, a place where my guide and friend should own a house.
The street intersections are sonified by a system which adapt the level of its signals by measuring the intensity of the sound of the traffic. The intentions are probably good, trying to preserve a little bit of the relative quietness, but made me feel like my aural sensitivity was alternatively increasing and decreasing.
Mai Po Nature Reserve offers to walk through the frontier into the mangrove, to listen to the birds between the two systems, to observe thousands of amphibians fishes jumping in their little holes while the nearby brand new megapolis exhales something undefined.
During a public workshop led by one of the participants of the program, we visited a tiny hill which pretend to be an island. And I took their voices.
On Tung Ping Chau Island, I found a shell of a dangerous mollusc and some shards of old ceramic, but maybe it wasn’t so significant. The shores were reminding me the Mediterranean Sea. At Kadoorie Farm, the eyes of the some friendly flying mammals caught my attention. Near Apliu street, an old lady was selling dusty cassettes and the eyes of Sun Ma Sze Tsang convinced me. During their trip in Taiwan, each of them was recording a small message for me on the same cassette tape. But at the end, the Maxell C60 type I was containing only hiss, clicks and rumble and a few seconds of some random FM radio.
And finally I understood that the title wasn’t a question.
All my gratitude to the team of soundpocket, all my friendship to the participants of this program and to the people I met during my short but intense visits in Hong-Kong.
www.soundpocket.org.hk
Special radio version for Radia curated by Paulo Raposo.
Yannick Dauby is a sound artist living in Taiwan. Obsessed by listening the environment. Feels naked when he doesn’t wear microphones and headphones. In a special relationship with treefrogs and modular synthesizer. Improvises with branches and stones. Collaborates with communities in Hakka and Austronesian territories.
Show 610: Täglich Tapes by Lucinda Guy (Soundart Radio)
With my family, I spent October at the Radio Revolten Festival in Halle (Saale) along with many other Radia artists, and the global radio art community. This extraordinary, elaborate, dignified and vital event broadcast live on FM and MW in the city, and through many other channels. Live art surrounded us, including performances at the festival HQ, and a rich sense of community, built through artistic collaborations, late night conversations, shared food, and care for one another and for those we were broadcasting to. As the outside world felt at danger from the rise of reactive, violent political perspectives, the need to broadcast art, and for that art to be whatever it needed to be, felt increasingly significant.
30 days of Radio Revolten, 30 C15 cassette tapes, 1 tape filled each day. 1 minute of each tape is selected here for you.
These are not a representation of this amazing festival, its artists and broadcasts, but mostly a tuning-in to the moments in between. In the heat of experiencing radio art, I rarely remembered to record anything. The cassette players were awkward to carry around, and sometimes I couldn’t be bothered. Moments of Revolten broadcasts were taped back at the flat we stayed in, and sometimes off the radio set downstairs in the Revolten HQ cafe. These recordings are low quality, irritating, and vague.
Listening to the radio art installations at Rathausstraße 4 brought a new ear to Halle’s city centre, roaring away outside the building. Trams, buskers, church bells, passing conversation and weather kept the festival radiating around the city for anyone who had passed through the building. Choosing to capture my month in Halle on cassette freed me from trying to make beautiful and precise digital recordings. The tape recorder often stayed in my bag, was grabbed by others, or licked by the coypu in the park. Still the sounds shine through the medium – here my memories are not relived, eerily like the original moment, but behave more as memories do in my mind – damaged, deteriorated, remade, rearranged and lost in time.
Thanks, love and apologies to everyone at Revolten, particularly those whose voices have unwittingly appeared here.