As the day turns into night, we will hear our last soundscape for this series. Here, I take you with me into a most intimate moment: a time of evening when I am in Sydney, just before dinner. My Dad is cooking in the kitchen, my Mum is nearby and I decide to play a tune on the piano as the sky turns from pink to the deepest, darkest blue. I haven’t played this piano in a while and it is out of tune and dusty, which is quite how I like it. But now is the time I must let you know, I never play with an audience. I have only ever played for family and very close friends, and then, not even. So this is a very intimate moment…like opening a hidden away jewellery box and hearing a secret little song, this time, I play for each of you.
Please click the play button below…
…and be patient while I prepare my seat. The night sky takes the stage…
It’s early morning and the sun is shining. So let’s take a stroll to the other side of the peninsula where there is no land in sight for as far as the eye can see, and the ocean is wild and carefree.
Here the sea is anything but calm, yet it’s deafening voice stops all train of thought. Cast your woes to the waves and let your spirit fly, for this is the place where no boundaries lie. Perhaps you can build a sandcastle or watch for sea creatures. Or surf, dive, or cartwheel on the golden shore. It’s your moment. Do with it what you will.
Please click on the play button below to be whisked away, beachside….
okay okay, let’s have one more bit of fun before we officially declare this week started… so this is it, the final soundscape from my last trip to Paris. I hope you’ve enjoyed these ones as much as I have enjoyed recording them. Please press the play button below to be transported to the magnificent carousel at the foot of the hill of the sacre cœur, where we sit and listen to the children playing (and crying as you will hear!), the breeze blowing through the tree tops and edith singing one of her fabulous tunes. It was a rather magical moment that I hope you enjoy too…
Author’s note: Don’t do what I did… I was sitting on the bench watching the merry-go-round intensely while I snapped photos, observing the action of all the kids going around and around. I turned away after half an hour of watching, looked at French Boy rather pale and said “I don’t feel so well”.
After that we walked to Le Progrès for a drink and it took me a good hour before my nausea subsided.
You’ve all been so patient: not one of you complained after I said I would post soundscapes from Paris last week but gave you none. So I cannot help but give you one of my favourites straight up. Come with me, my (d)ear friends, as i take you with me, picking up where we left off last week - on our way by bike to the esplanade in front of the pompidou, avec le son, where we happen upon a rather cool dude - a busker playing the oud. Please press the play button below and enjoy…
well folks, this little sound project has been alot of fun. There is certainly something special about looking at still images and listening to sound, isn’t there? It’s quite different to watching a moving picture. While I’ve been making these posts, I’ve been thinking - how would this differ if I used a video camera? It just wouldn’t be the same. It has taken me back to my Uni days when I was studying time based art, although then my focus was making short films with the now vintage technology of 16mm, however I did experiment a little with still images in film-style sequences and I really enjoyed it - so here I am again it seems, rekindling an old flame.
If you have enjoyed this series do not fret, I will be back with more, albeit spontaneously, over the months to come - this week’s series was just a taste to see how you liked it & to see how it might work on the blog medium. And I think it is unanimous that we all love the idea, is that right? so I’ll be sure to keep it as a regular feature. I can think of so many wonderful soundscapes to capture - living in a foreign land, listening to foreign voices, befriending foreign water creatures… the creative possibilities are endless.
But today, on our series finale, I thought you might like to hear what life sounds like for me on the houseboat. While part one was a glimpse of life on the canal when it rains, this little piece captures the essence of my days here - I feel a bit like I am living on noah’s ark, except that instead of the animals living on the boat, they live around the boat and come to visit me regularly. Can you believe this is in the middle of a city? I cannot.
So come on in and follow me…
let’s open a window…
and have a listen. Enjoy…
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Thank you everyone for visiting. It is such a pleasure to share my creative endeavors with you on a daily basis. You have become my muse. Thanks to you, who knows what I shall create next…
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