Putting my feet in the water with the little fish and watching a pelican take off. Lucky to have Jawbone Flora and Fauna Reserve so close to the city, thriving amongst the western suburbs. I was surprised when I first came across this place at the back of large houses as it seemed like a hidden national park. Its condition can be explained by the fact that the land was isolated from development for over 80 years because it was a coastal rifle range. Now the Jawbone Marine Sanctuary protects all kinds of marine life. There is a saltmarsh area that has the largest occurrence of mangroves in Port Phillip Bay. This sanctuary is part of the Country of the Boonwurrung people, and I acknowledge their elders here.
This collaborative soundscape composition eventuated through video calls and audio file exchange with experimental musician/composer/artist Rangga Purnama Aji (Yogyakarta, Indonesia). His artwork appears below and the resulting piece can be listened to on his youtube channel. As I let go of some of the timbres of rave and jungle that have informed my recent electronic music, I find renewal in collaborative projects such as this, and the sonic intersubjectivities these bring to the surface.
A month and a move. Changing suburb is like waking up. Like getting hurt, moving crab-like and sunning yourself in the heat of the day. Draw this, hear this taste this? The firemen are gardening today and the other morning fooling around on a segue. Planning is difficult when there is all this to look at and then the bustle down the road is bursting with vim. Markets beckon. Every day the firepeople test their gear at regular intervals, but moments become sonic details, a harried boxing object, the bounce-echo of basketball irregularly played, mostly male voices rising up together in a cry to their engines, water draining. They go out when the community calls. In the summer months, their community is needy and must be reassured as well as saved. Siren tests fold over sensor sounds and truck sirens. The trees squeak with the sirens today, the first thirty-eight degree day of summer. Winding windy.
I’ve made a piece recently that builds around two location recordings made with my phone — not something I usually do, but all I had on me at the time. One recording was from the waterfront in Thessaloniki, Greece and the other from the hinterland of south-eastern Queensland (Australia). The recording from Queensland contains different positions of a stream that were able to give distinct qualities of noise (as waterfalls are usually a white noise phenomenon).
I mixed into these a synthesiser riff and drum pattern at two intervals. In the second half, the stream/waterfall is the timbral source for a rhythmic pattern editor. I composed rhythms that I mixed in with the original signal to varying degrees. There are moments when the water engulfs the rhythm. It’s a bit of an experiment, but I find the rhythmic shaping most engaging.
Listen to the piece, Burst.