Insert Sound of A.OK.UK

Late night 10 minute ramble before presenting a tiny fraction of the recordings I did Oct/Nov while staying in the UK. Leeds, Edinburgh, Glasgow sound in no unified order. Lesson is that walking for 5 hours a day carrying a mixpre 6 in a shoulder bag (inconspicuous 10 $ second hand book bag) for days on end will affect your lower bag. As with the other 20 cities I have visited around the world, recording sounds for possible radio shows, I end up with a lot of traffic. Glad to be back to making shows though this is no hallmark of quality episode. Just needed to get back into the rhythm, so there you go. Much more to come :)

Insert Sound of droning

Introducing my newest addition to the small arsenal of microphones in this last Iceland based episode, for a while. The LOM geofon, a highly sensitive contact mic, has opened up a new dimension in sound recordings. In this episode I begin the exploration that sometimes feels like an hallucination of another dimension, distorted but clear in its own terms. For future episodes, I will recording in the UK, exploring, learning, experimenting and sharing the results, including lots of Geofon-ic sounds :)

Insert Sound of birds on the coast of my ancestors (S3E1)

A long recording of ocean and birds from the farm my greatgreat grandfather was from. Thoughts about the sounds of then and now, the constants and the changes in any place. Looking at old photos of a time before machines arrived, when the sound of the Eider ducks, the Arctic tern, the Black Guillemot and the Oystercatcher, all heard here, formed the steady soundtrack to life on the farm in summer. Recorded in May of 2021.

Insert Sound of a late night bird symphony in May

What does a tired, perhaps a bit lazy sound recordist do, when already in bed, sounds of bird singing symphonically outside, catch his sleepy attention? Minor correction in the name of the symphony, which wrongly credits a ptarmigan as performer. I apologise humbly to the Common Snipe, that rare performer who unlike all others, sings mechanically, by air flowing through its tail feather. So while I opened my mouth and out came the wrong name, the Common Snipe sang his beautiful tune, without ever opening its mouth.