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(drone)The view from our house in the Adelaide Hills over looks a valley
of Greybox trees (Eucalyptus microcarpa). These trees grow from 20 to
30 metres high. The trees come right up to the windows of our main living
area and their trunks break up the view of the sky which in turn casts
shadow onto our floors in the winter mornings. These shadows slowly dance
on the floor on windy days.
(ambient/drone)The tourists have gone home after their summer holiday and the
only residents and those who like the winter are left. We can hear the
sounds of what appear to be the music to a sleepy lullaby. Then we hear
a cacophony of noises - birds, footsteps, railway announcements, kisses,
doors, jack hammers, shouting - day to day, noises nothing unusual. A
dream is being realised but the rest of the world continues on it's daily
adventure. The loudness of day-to-day objects have been changed to reflect
the listeners choice.
- (drone/experimental)
Alone and floating in space. The sudden and alarming sounds of the controls
in the space suit alert you to make changes to your environment. A walk
through an empty alien space ship or is it an alien itself ?
Munstead Heath - (experimental)
So warm inside but outside it snows and the sound of icicles chattering
together. Inside, the long corridors are haunted with the memories of
the previous 200 years. Time and place change. The smell of an afternoon
storm on this sandy beach. The distant engines of the fishing boats drone
you back to your resting place.
- (shoe gaze/ambient)
You stir to see a gap in the clouds. The noises of this Malaysian beach
strangely disappear. The clouds dissipate to reveal a blue sky which quickly
changes to dark green space where you are seated like a cinema goer watching
the adverts before the feature. The film is just the planet Earth slowly
rotating. It gets you thinking. The Earth seems like a small blue ball
in the immensity of the cosmos and it is the only place we are able to
survive for the foreseeable future. You are shown vignettes of environmental
destruction and you begin to fret. The hole in my heart grows larger.
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