Author Archives: Jon Panther

Have you, in the last few months, experienced bumps in the night? Strange sounds that seem to come out of the aether? Glowing orbs of light in midnight kitchens? Do you feel that everything may be collapsing around you, and … Continue reading →

Here at diffusionfm there is nothing we enjoy more than having as little control as possible over what gets transmitted out into the universe! One of our favourite arrangements is to fire-up a rather ancient PC thats sits lurking amongst … Continue reading →

Time in isolation has turned into an amorphous mass. Repetitive housebound activities render even the most well-organised of us struggling to keep track of time. Desperately seeking to extract an iota of excitement, mundane occurrences are seen in new light. … Continue reading →

Subespai – “City circles”: sound collage on urban canvasScene. A nondescript hum smothers the echoes of a distant playground. The eeriness intensifies as the afternoon loses the daily battle against the evening soundscape. “Where is this?”. The sonic familiarity puts … Continue reading →

Barangaroo by Sebastian Sequoiah-Grayson Several years ago I took a field recorder to several constructions sites around Sydney Australia. I transcribed the audio recordings I made into graphic notation. I then used the resulting graphic charts as improvisation platforms. This … Continue reading →

Just a minute…can you show me this?… And that to?…and THAT….?.. I’m sorry I don’t like it. A cup of tea, the light, the socket, the tap, a fork, a knife, a spoon, a plate, a glass, another chair, there’s … Continue reading →

by Jon Panther During the course of the previous year I found myself contemplating the hybridisation of performance and radiophonics (whatever radiophonics means) …. how would a marriage like this pan out….? The piece takes a lot of its materials … Continue reading →

 Is it as disrespectful to record the sound of the temple gong as it feels to photograph the scene? And in the process, is it thus disrespectful to record the Russian tour guide, and the screaming child, and the … Continue reading →