these are the timesdirty beloved
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26.9.03

Ω{Little dream thing. I woke up with the name of it in my head, but now it's not there, something like 'real world sinfonia', can't get it now. But it had these attributes:Huge array of full spectrum sound devices, from the squeak to the rumble and the roar, all digitally held in real time and mapped on to a pre-existing work. Or in english, recording real time site audio, and linking specific frequencies and tonalities to instruments in an already existing piece.The original hit was something obvious like Beethoven but Satie would be cool or Spike Jones the main thing was the sounds would be camoflaged by their intimacy with the habitat. And then just emerging from it. Recorded and played in situ the bird sounds traffic noises all the ambient melodies and then just organized a little more. Like Goldsworthy's stuff. Like that sun circle up at Mad River. Not so much music as sound pattern.
In the sense I'm putting this here I guess it's being given away, but don't steal it, and don't pretend we're doing it together, we're not. It's an idea I had. My captivity and the weird circle of attention that blocks almost everything now makes it unlikely I'll get to move on it, though I'd really like to.}

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