In response to Nocturnes, I thought to wear some noise cancelling headphones and walk the nighttime streets of Paris. Tramping to the relentless beat of one particular Somadrone sample, I recorded my rambles. It drove me on, I couldn't stop.
Not being able to hear what I was recording, it all failed to attract my attention.
Later, listening back, I heard these curious fragments, these sounds that I had passed, all sorts of things emerging and receding from the nighttime, calling to mind a less than comfortable dream.
I was interested in previous participants' usage of tape and analog techniques. My own route to imperfection and the sound of decay is through a fiddle. I recorded at night, in a chapel, various sounds.
Some random ideas from all this please me. The way Paris is laid out, a fractal, perfect for wandering. A faint and ephemeral sonic map over the city itself, a palimpsest. The discontinuity on looping the sample, so that your foot, having been in a steady beat, takes
a moment to find itself. The way sounds from city and fiddle
intersect: a creaking gate matches, by chance, a chance
harmonic. A duet for fiddle and city. Virtually
colouring your perception through your ears.
Caoimhín Ó Raghallaigh / May 2011