When I was young, I liked so very much to listen to the sounds behind the FIRST sound. Like a child’s voice trickling out of the back window of a car, amidst a bickering New York City traffic jam. Or the faint purr of an affectionate kitten, peeping from behind an audible curtain of rumbling thunder and beating rain. Or what about the rhythmic drippity-drop of the leaky faucet, beautifully playing metronome to the crackling, warbling, gramophone? Another I love is when you stand at the seaside, salty air, kissing your face and you drink in the obvious sound of waves thundering in and out at your feet, but if you listen...truly listen... there is the thrilling sound of the broken down seashells and pebbles...tip-toeing underneath the waves...being rushed in and out....carried by the current....clickety clackety, gurgling along. I have always savoured such secret and timid sounds.
For instance, if everyone was singing around the fire at night church, I liked to mute out their voices, and find the sounds masked behind THAT, like the crickets, the wind in the treetops causing old, wise redwoods to groan, or an owl agreeing with the doctrine. Or as an elderly woman tells me of her childhood, I would push her voice back, smaller, and then find the creak of her rocker, or the swish of her skirt or slippers. When my father would get into a long lecture about something being for my own good, I knew I should be listening, but I would begin to hear a murmur from him, and the crystal clear, creak and bang of the barn door outside, or the lambs fussing like newborn babes. Ohhhh, how I loved this!
Capturing sound, is magical to me and each new sound I aquire, is like finding yet another shimmering firefly for my jar. I have gotten lost, and rather amused with the idea of trying to re-capture and recreate some of this flickering magic.
So, welcome, friends, to my Secret Garden, if you will....
"The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is good as dead..." ~Einstein
hey mum. I miss you. I made a new song. I sent you a message to you with a link to it. I deleted the file now. Hope you got it in time. Go to my myspace profile to listen to a clip and tell me you didnt get it. Ill send it again. Xx leeeeeee.
oh a kayaking trip how lovely, i wouldn't have minded joining you :) and it's an honour that you'd think of my music at such a time hehe. glad you like the new piece and i like what the vocals conjure up for you.
because there is beauty in silence aubben. ahhh yes there is such beauty in silence.
(and of course the player is just stuck like that and says 90 plays everyday. all though i'm pretty sure the total play count never goes up.) i sent you an email.
Thank you for accepting to be number 500 and for taking the time to watch the video (daft though it is). I'm fine, although not overly productive at the moment musically. Hoping to do something about that in time. Hope you are well and filling the airwaves with lovely sounds......... all the best - a palm fish.
Hoi-Hoi, think I'm a bit too late to get a haircut from you (could need one, my hair is nearly "kissing my ass"...)...anyway, I hope you are feeling well, a big hug from Munich, musically yours, *~Florian~*
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