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In Apnea

Some geographical locations are inextricably linked to our personal memories.  If such a sonic relationship was built over time, even years, and through multiple visits and experiences, then these locations can sometimes lose their unique identity as characteristics blur into a single ‘memory place’. This short soundscape is partly sound memory, part fiction.  It distills memories of play growing up as…

The Sound Edit ))) November 2014

))) The Play: Follow at the Abbey Theatre (Peacock stage).  I am always interested in alternative uses of narrative devices, in whatever format, so was immediately intrigued when I heard of this piece of theatre as it claimed to be “inspired by sign language as a form of communication and narrative device”.  As if that wasn’t challenging enough,…

10 Amazing Things About HearSay 2014

1) The sudden realisation that the stranger who just bought you a pint is your favourite podcaster. 2) Knocking on any Kilfinane door to borrow a fork being perfectly acceptable behaviour. 3) The welcoming waft of hot breakfasts at Molly’s. 4) Getting blindfolded in the Library to taste Tayto crisps sandwiches. 5) The milky way, like a starry drape over your forest lodge. 6) Free beer.  In the church.…

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The Sound Edit ))) October 2014

))) The Book: A Sentimental Education by Gustave Flaubert. As some of you might know, I like my French novels. It’s one literary passion my college professors didn’t manage to extinguish by force of essays on the-critics-criticizing-the-criticism. To clarify the extent of my obsession, I once recorded my way across Belleville to find multiple voices for my…

7 Field Recording Clichés You’re Probably Guilty Of.

1 | Thoreau. Put Walden down, now. You haven’t ‘just discovered’ how Thoreau was, like, totally ahead of R. Murray Schafer.  That pond is teeming with hydrophones at this stage. 2 | Contact microphones and melting ice, or the go-to first timer experiment the moment the kit is unboxed. 3 | The pensive, looking-in-the-distance-while-monitoring biog shot. This one’s fairly…

Remixing a Memory

Cities & Memory is and exciting online project that attempts to ‘record both the present reality of a place, but also its imagined, alternative counterpart’. On the site, field recordings by international sound artists are accompanied by re-workings and interpretations that reimagine the locations in new and creative ways. C&M invites listeners to explore locations through…

Sounds of Prague

Ah, the creative archive. You know the one – those dusty digital folders diasporing all over the hard drive, treasuring buds of ideas ‘for future reference‘ and marked with inspiring labels such as ‘>random ideas<‘, ‘thoughts!’, ‘future projects??‘ (punctuation compulsory).   Being on a sort-of/self-employed maternity leave during these few weeks, I’ve found it the ideal time to go back rediscovering the contents of said…

Sound art as an imposition? Thoughts from ‘Listening for the City’ at The LAB

‘Beyond Noise and Silence: Listening for the City’ just concluded in Dublin: a two-part event focused on ‘exploring how the city’s sound environment might be used by artists, architects, and urban designers to activate experimental architectures, urban experiences, and new forms of public space‘.  It was a commendable move from Dublin City Council Arts Office to…

ISSTC13: Transmission Drift highlights

Annual Irish Sound, Science and Technology Convocation (ISSTC), August 28-29, 2013 Dún Laoghaire Institute of Art and Design, Ireland From the ISSTC 2013 open call:  ‘Transmissions enable us to experience ideas, energy, data, sounds, events and art from distant and long ago places. In negating temporal and physical boundaries, transmissions sustain traditions between generations and…

Into the Wild

For the last few days there has been a constant, low-frequency moan leaking through the closed blinds. A gale, or the ghost of one- a friendly wind ghost, one I know well, one I meet again and again every year.  I am back in Italy for a month or so, in the tiny little hilltop…