Wednesday’s Numbers

March 10th, 2010

90 seconds

I am loving the 90 second long recordings that Paul is putting up on the sound diaries website as part of his 90″ project… it is a nice length of time, 90 seconds… just long enough to get into listening but not too long, either.

£5.11

This is the price of a shade card from Jamieson and Smith and a worthwhile expense in my opinion since I have several projects planned which call for this yarn, and Internet photos are not great for showing up the colours in all their wonderful glory.

4 points

…Is the number of WW points in my hacked version of Petit Filoux’s soda farls. I used ready brek, dried breadcrumbs and plain flour instead of just flour (more filling) and a mix of half water, half low-fat buttermilk. I can confirm that the sounds involved in making this recipe included the lovely velvety sluicing of the buttermilk into the flour, and the powdery sounds of kneading the dough and inadvertently propelling some grains of flour onto the sideboard.

5 points

…is the number of WW points in my amazing mushroom risotto lunch. This means I have quite a few points left for tonight’s dinner which is, as yet, a mystery. My latest look in the fridge reveals that there is a surfeit of carrots, but there are also 2 half-packets of sambhar and idly mix in the cupboard, so if I remember to pick up some cauliflower and a tin of tomatoes I should be sorted for dinner to the tune of 3.5 points if I eat half of what’s left or 7 points if I eat the lot. I do love idly and sambhar so it might be a 7 points kind of an evening.

1927 (years AD)

This is the number of the year when Elsa Schiaparelli designed her beautiful trompe l’oile Bowknot Sweater, which is now housed in the V&A Museum and available as a pattern from Schoolhouse Press. One of my dearest pleasures in life is wasting whole days watching old episodes of The House of Eliott on DVD, and knitting. I haven’t done this for a while, but as I tackled this mornings’ mountain of email I remembered the beautiful bow sweater that Beatrice wore in one of the episodes and so began an idle, work-avoidant Ravely search. 10 minutes later I had the pattern on my hard-drive; that’s the beauty of Ravelry, folks.

16 - 20 (days)

Those are the numbers of the dates in March when you will be able to see Rachael and Louise using their amazing bicycle-powered mill to spin yarns from unwanted fleeces into ‘yarns fit for the Queen.’ I gather that Roger at Diamond Fibres mill is currently washing fleeces from within the M25 for this endeavour and I am hoping to go along myself on Tuesday 16th to see the project in action! Details:
Stanley Picker Gallery

16-20 March
Prick Your Finger “Murder at the Wool Hall”

Prick Your Finger is a yarn shop and textile gallery in Bethnal Green London that’s putting the rock ‘n’ roll back into textile and fashion production. Run by Rachael Matthews and Louise Harries, Prick Your Finger is concerned that British textile production has been lost to unethical manufacturing of disposable fashion. By constructing the world’s first bicycle powered wool mill, they will turn unwanted sheep fleeces from within the M25 into a range of seductive yarns, good enough for the Queen. “We’re asking the world to listen to sensible ways of profiting from nature without exploitation.”

The Sonic Tuck Shop book…

March 9th, 2010

All the writing about/thinking about food has inspired me to develop The Sonic Tuck Shop installation idea into a book form.

POP - the final design for my own-design, handprinted paper bags, in which popcorn was served at Sonic Art Oxford. There is more about the design process/ideas here.

At the opening night of Sonic Art Oxford I presented a Sonic Tuck Shop, the idea being that food would be presented in such a way as to draw attention to its sonic/aural qualities as well as its tasty/oral qualities!

Thus I repackaged popping candy, (or spacedust as some people call it) popcorn, fizzy sweets and fizzy drinks, as sonic experiences to be enjoyed by the mouth as well as by the ears.

This is not an entirely new idea for me; longterm readers will remember the volcanic mud recordings that inspired a chocolate cake, the first version of Taste Sensation that I composed last November out of ‘edible’ sounds, and the biscuit images that I produced before I even started my PhD.

You may also recall that in my tour of Reading as an open Art Gallery, I cited exploding mouth candy purchased from Strange Sweets as a must-have sonic experience, and that I made a video while I was doing my MA which combined the sound of popcorn popping with visual images of fireworks exploding.

And finally, anyone who went through the folders containing my Love Assignments at Love is Awesome will have noticed that one of them related to eating apples whilst listening to the sound of eating apples. This was one of the assignments which was to be completed during the course of Love is Awesome, but it was never finished and so I am picking it up now and including it in The Sonic Tuckshop artist book release. There will therefore be a CD containing the sound of eating apples, to be listened to on headphones whilst eating apples, amongst other treats for the ears…

Here are the labels I was screenprinting today;

Apologies for the terrible photo.

I was also working out the back cover, which will feature letterpress printing of some of my favourite culinary sounds illustrated by beautiful stamped images from the ever-reliable 100proofpress.com. There is much scrawling and general craptasticalness when I am working out my ideas; unfortunately I can’t draw or write as fast as I can think up ideas, so you must forgive the mess.

The making of the book is to be squeezed in between everything else I appear to have on at the moment, which includes keeping up with the Counting this week. Today’s efforts in this direction were joyous with the spicy sweet potato/tomato soup being the wondrous supper that I needed after printing all the CD labels and trekking from Reading to Oxford and back again this afternoon.

This soup is dead easy; you will need

400g sweet potato, peeled
1 pint of tomato juice
1 grilled pepper (I am lazy and buy the ones in LIDL that are preserved in a big jar and already grilled and peeled… I felt vindicated when Nigella used them so much in Nigella Express)
1 red onion
1 red chilli
1 tsp each cumin seeds, paprika and cinnamon
oil spray or olive oil, depending on whether or not you are trying to lose weight ;-)

1. Boil the sweet potato the night before you need this soup and stash it in the fridge. That way it will take 10 minutes to prepare instead of 40.
2. Chop and fry together the chilli pepper and the red onion. If it starts to stick or burn, add in a little of the tomato juice to soften up the mix/lubricate.
3. Chop and add in the pepper, the cooked sweet potato and the rest of the tomato juice.
4. Add in your spices and bubble it all up for about 15 minutes.
5. Whizz with handheld blender and serve with a warm pitta bread.

I divided mine up into 2 portions; one for me and one for the freezer.

Bubblelicious.

Sonic NOM links:

Jennifer Walshe’s amazing Hostess in a Jiffy composition series
Simon James French’s account of recording eating noises for a Fine Art Student - WARNING: includes graphic eating sounds
John Cage’s ‘27 sound manufactured in a kitchen’ - fantastic youtube upload from annleespacelab
Edible Frogs from the British Library Sound Archive
Not really edible, but definitely delicious - the bird/instrument installation at The Barbican that a couple of people have mentioned to me and which Philippa flagged up on her blog this week
Hungry Cats mewing for their food on Molly Planet - where I found to my delight that there are also some fantastic baa recordings of sheep made for me!
Not self-styled as sonic, but definitely tasty - Petit Filoux’s recipes. I love reading the recipes on Petit Filoux’s blog and was delighted to see that she has put them all together in a recipe section; I may try out a few of them to get the bubble/squeak/crackle/sizzle sound effects as well as the tasty NOMS!

FO - Tweed Bag

March 9th, 2010

I am sorry to bore you all to death with yet another one of these bags.

However I cannot stop myself from making this pattern; everytime I turn out those cute pockets I begin visualising yet another lining/outer fabric combo and when I surveyed the moth-eaten pile of ebay-won Harris Tweed left over from the Maudette, I realised that I could cut between the holes and have myself my very own packed-lunch bag.

The tweed, lined with interfacing, gives amazing structure to the bag and the colours are beautiful.

Knitting seems to have taken the bag over; there appear to be two balls of yarn in there rather than the tasty lunch I have prepared today involving lentil burgers and pepper/onion relish…

Tuesday’s numbers:

WW points consumed - 19
£££ spent - £4.95 on train ticket, £1.50 on strong coffee at the Global Cafe later, for Sticks’n'String

Menu:

Sultana and cinnamon ready brek for breakfast, lentil burgers in pitta with pepper salsa for lunch, sweet potato and tomato soup for dinner

Counting

March 9th, 2010

I got back from Edinburgh to discover that my bank have cancelled my overdraft facility. This is good on one hand as it means I am not constantly living in overdraft mode; however it is also bad as it means I have far less money this month than I was budgeting for. The situation is manageable, but shall require dedicated thrifting in order to remain stable.

With encouragement from Lara, I have therefore decided to turn my number-crunching this week into a blogging challenge. We enjoyed much packed-lunch fare and tupperware joy whilst in Edinburgh and this shall continue for the rest of March, with much fanfare, photographing of noms, and detailed expense-accounting.

Lunchbox NOMS! These are mushrooms slowly roasted in oyster sauce, ketjap manis and chinese cooking wine. Hurrah for the power of condiments.

The careful attention to budgeting numbers will be synchronised with a second system of counting, since I am currently following the excellent Weight Watchers scheme, and am therefore keeping a watchful eye on the points contained in what I eat. (Mushroom NOMS = 0 points hurrah!)

The start of the challenge is easy since it will mostly involve using up everything that is currently in the fridge and the cupboards, cycling and using my student railcard in place of driving, and writing down everything that I spend and everything that I eat. Mark is away this week and will not mind me using up things which would otherwise run out of date or rot, and there is plenty of joy in his freezer for me to get through, such as the bags of chickpea-vegetable curry (2 points) which I bagged up and froze in a cooking spree last week.

Sunday night NOMS = 2 points. It looked better once defrosted.

Monday’s numbers:

WW points consumed - 22.5
£££ spent - £7.50 on train ticket, £5.85 on WW treats (£1 saved in coupons!)
lbs lost - 3.5 (since 2 weeks ago)

Menu:

Muesli and skimmed milk for breakfast, marinated tofu and rice lunchbox for lunch, fish pie and veg for dinner.

Fish Pie NOMS! I am aware that my photos of food taken indoors in the dark are probably unappetising to you, sorry about that. Please to note that I only make tasty NOMS.

Top thrifting points:

Marinade for tofu watered down and reused for slow-cooking the mushroom snacks; the water from these cooked mushrooms additionally saved for a risotto later in the week.

The ends of an old jar of instant coffee were instantly recontextualised as smart urban take-out-coffee thanks to the magical powers of my ‘I am not a paper cup.’ Options hot chocolate (1 point) enjoyed in a similar fashion for the cost of boiling a kettle once to fill a thermos.

How I love my ‘I am not a paper cup.’ It was a present from my secret santa this year in the family gift exchange and I use it nearly every day and consider it to be a thing of utter wonder. Its glazed porcelain surfaces do NOT taste a little bit like everything that was ever in it before,* it feels warm and lovely in the hands, the wind never blows it away, and I never worry that perhaps a leaky seam in its side may cause structural collapse.**

But back to thrifting…old parsnips and cauliflower were integrated into mash topping of fish pie for fewer calories, more flavour, and waste reduction. I hasten to add that the cauliflower and parsnip were not very old, just a little bit past their best, but perfect for inclusion in a tasty fish-pie topping.

Highlights:

Printed food!

The red onions that I roasted*** before slicing into the tofu/rice box printed blue/purple lines onto the tofu so that it totally matched the tea towel I took in my picnic kit with its impressions of yellowed paper and smudged ink. The joys of matching food/tableware are perhaps not to everyone’s delight but it made me very happy to have ‘printed’ food.

This is the tea towel, purchased in Brighton in a sale in 2007 and much cherished. It is one of Julie Haslan’s and I love how its design is taken from the worn pages of old, handwritten recipes - some of the loveliest and most evocative kitchen items to come across. This tea towel reminds me of some favourite posts by some favourite people.

This is the marinated tofu (chinese cooking wine, ketjap manis, oyster sauce, slow cooked for an hour) which has been printed with a little purple/blue mark by the onions. Art NOMS.

Using my Y-peeler to turn the carrots into ‘ribbons’**** before steaming them was also totally worth it for textural/flavoursome nommage.

Fun:

After the sonic tuck shop installation last week, (more of this later) I find myself with a surfeit of cheap, sugar-free beverages in the house. The tasty cream soda, when combined with some gelatine and a little bit of extra light cream cheese, makes a tasty cream layer for a raspberry ripple dessert. (0.5 points.)

In summary, Monday’s numbers are quite good although the railfare to Guildford (I was checking out a print studio for an Arts Council funding application I’m working on) plus my spending at the WW meeting all ate into my budget. Tuesday involves lentil burgers, sweet potato and tomato soup, and further appreciation of the ‘I am not a paper cup’ mug and the domestic bliss teatowel.

*unlike the plastic/metal thermo cups which taste a little bit of soup even if you’ve only ever had tea in them.
**the worst cup of coffee I have ever purchased was, I am sad to say, purchased in my own home town of Croydon from the Allders Mall. Not only did it taste like engine grease, but Mark and I were obliged to drink it standing over a bin in Queen’s Park Gardens, hoping desperately that the bulging/leaky seams along the bottom were not going to collapse, scalding us both in the crack-strength contents. Do not buy coffee in the Allders Mall if you are in Croydon. Or if you do, please to use your handy ‘I am not a paper cup’ to prevent this kind of stress.
***seriously, if you have no time at all in your life, just throw some onions in the oven and forget about them for 40 minutes. When you come back they will be sweet and tasty, roasted right through and ready to chop into anything you want onion-joy in. I like onions cooked this way as they remain distinctly oniony and do not disintegrate into the sauce as is so often the case.
****a fierce idea plagiarised shamelessly from the wonderful Cook Yourself Thin cookbook, only in there they do it with courgettes and then griddle cook them.

Edinburgh

March 7th, 2010

Last Thursday myself and Lara went off to Edinburgh to have adventures and to visit Kate. Kate’s own words on her recovery and rehab are absolutely brilliant and I feel there is not much that I can add; just that it was amazing to see her, that she is every bit as dignified, strong and thoughtful in person as she is online, and that she is the most stylish patient since Frida Khalo.

As you may expect our adventures in The Burgh were largely influenced by the context, and themes running through the weekend included visiting places that we have read about on needled, and finding places where we may acquire good provisions for the improvement of a hospital-food diet*. We also tried out a version of the Jane Gaugain walk that Kate wrote for Twist Collective, acquired knitting ideas and materials along the way, and made a brief pilgrimage to The Oxford Bar, where one of Lara’s favourite fictional characters - Detective John Rebus - hangs out after hours in the Ian Rankin novels.

We started off by dumping our bags at the Edinburgh Central Youth Hostel and making explorations around Broughton Street, where we found Concrete Wardrobe. Here I purchased a lovely brooch by Paola McClure to fasten my Maud. I love the sad/concerned face on the badge, and the love.

I spotted a shop with a name derived 100% from the typeface selected for its signage!**

After this we paid a visit to The Royal Edinburgh Repository and Self Aid Society and purchased some of the beautiful handiwork on sale there. The amount of money that we paid for the work sold through the repository seems a little low in proportion to the skill and beauty evidenced in that work, but the proceeds do all go directly to the maker and the institution has a solid and long history of allowing women of limited financial means to gain income through making - a history you will be familiar with already, if you read this post that Kate wrote. By amazing coincidence, Lara selected a fine colourwork tam for herself that was also made by knitter 66, while my beautiful shetland gloves were made by knitter 44. I am very enamoured with my gloves and grateful for their warmth. I like the gradations of colours and the subtlety of the grey and white scheme and if knitter 44 should ever be reading this, Thank You.

We then set out to find good cheese. Mellis turned out to be the perfect place to assemble a small platter of delicacies and with these and our respective knitting projects, we set out to the rather inflatedly named Charles Bell Pavillion at the Astley Ainslie Hospital. I had been searching for information on bus timetables beforehand when I learned that this place was established by funds from a wealthy mid-Lothian sheep breeder, named David Ainslie. Unfortunately there are no descendants from his livestock there today, though I think it would improve the place if there were a few grazing sheep around to cheer the view and provide distraction from tedious puzzles.

Later that night we went home, rather overtired from our early start, and made dire efforts to feed ourselves some tinned soup.

We have learned from this experience that a 4am start is not conducive to good soup-pouring abilities come 11pm.

On Friday we ventured into town with picnic items, ready to walk in Jane Gaugain’s steps through the city. We could not access the pdf map that provides a route, so we improvised with a combination of Lara’s iPhone and a tourist map. Taking all the place names we could find from this article, we crossed North Bridge and found the Balmoral Hotel where the businesses owned by Jane Gaugain’s husband and Father once stood.

We failed to locate Register House on the corner of Princes Street which houses the 1182 trade charter from Philip of Flanders to the Monks of Melrose Abbey, however we enjoyed speculating on the contents of this document and the history of the wooltrade in general, before striking off up Frederick Street, where I insisted that Lara augment her picnic set with the addition of an ever-useful Spork,*** and where we got our first glimpses down towards Stockbridge.

We turned down George Street briefly, to see the site where Jane Gaugain’s knitting emporium once stood; it is now a menswear store but we enjoyed envisaging it in its former, knitterly glory, before once again setting off down Frederick Street.

Pausing for coffee, there was much taking of photographs as we surveyed the lovely greys and browns inside a wonderful place on Frederick Street. I cannot remember or find the name of this place, but it sold good strong coffee from Artisan Roast, and all the woodwork inside was made from salvaged church pews.

Our table also had a bottom converted from an old sewing machine, continuing the day’s theme of needlework and textile appreciation.

Continuing down towards Stockbridge and St Bernard’s Well, we noted a certain familiarity in our surroundings. A little Internet research has helped me to identify that Ysolda’s photos for Matilda Jane were taken around St Bernard’s Well. This seems very befitting, somehow linking the places historically associated with one successful knitting entrepreneur of Edinburgh, with the work and designs of a contemporary successor.

From St Bernard’s Well, we walked along the Leith, trying to picture it in the times when Woollen Mills lay along its banks.

Finally, we ended up in the Dean Cemetery, searching for area H where Jane Gaugain purpotedly lies in an unmarked grave. Since we had no idea where to find “section H,” we tried to locate the statue that Kate photographed for her Twist Collective article, so that we could recreate the same image and thus be assured of having visited the correct area.

We did not make it to the Museum before rushing to Newhaven port to meet up for dinner, just in time for a beautiful sunset.

Saturday’s early morning adventures involved rather a lot of traipsing around Edinburgh with our bags and spotting the sights, which included views from around Edinburgh Castle and this wondrous teapot which reminds me of Kate with its dual tea/yarn references.

We quickly swung by the farmer’s marker with just enough time to eat dangerously sugary meringues before catching the airport bus and our plane home. I am glad my socks didn’t break again, as there would have been no time to darn them as I did on my last visit.

Feeling rather travelsick and high on sugar, we reluctantly headed back down South, missing Edinburgh and Kate already

*Cheese! Cheese!
** Sorry, I appreciate this is extremely geeky for anyone who is not as obsessed with typefaces as I am…
***The Spork is very useful for camping/picnics/packed-lunches

Gentle Fire

March 1st, 2010

Gentle Fire is a bit of an obsession for me; it is an Alvin Lucier score which I have written about before, and what fascinates me is its imaginative, material treatment of sound. I find it really interesting that realising any version of the score involves collecting sounds from life - a process which me and my Edirol are constantly engaged in - and extending thoughts about sound to an exploration of which sounds we consider to be ‘beautiful’ and which sounds we consider to be ‘difficult.’ Gentle Fire is, for me, set apart from other experimental music scores in both its accessibility, and in its suggestive and imaginative qualities. The score itself has a sort of speculative quality, whereby just reading it and speculating on sounds as a result, does something to one’s perception of sound.

The score is entirely text-based; there is no musical notation, instead there is a series of instructions, which I have been endeavouring to follow for two and a half years now;

Collect, on tape, examples of ambient sound events such as those made by

Screeching Brakes, Chattering Guests, Warring Gangs, Rioting Prisoners, Stalling Motors etc.

Using an electronic music synthesiser or any equivalent configuration of electronic components, process the examples in such a way that they become transformed into what could be perceived as sound events of different origin such as those made by

Ocean Waves, Wind in Trees, Flowing Streams, Boiling Tea, Cooing Doves etc.

For example, Snarling Dogs become Crunching Snow; Crashing Planes, Laughing Girls; and Manoeuvring Tanks, Ocean Waves.

Record these transformations…in any sequence or any number of channels, using any manner of mixing, overlapping…taking care only that the process of change from each original sound event to its final state of transformation is slowly, gradually and clearly heard…

-    excerpt from the prose score, Gentle Fire, by Alvin Lucier

I won’t reproduce the entire score here, but the lists of sounds featured in the score are highly evocative and raise many questions about the boundaries between imagination, listening, and sonic phenomena. Many of the sounds that one is instructed to gather would be very difficult to collect, and the resulting recordings may not in any way accurately reflect what the source is. One of the sounds in the first list, for instance, is Spurting Blood. I do not know what Spurting Blood would sound like but it is unlikely that I would be recording it is I were in the presence of it, and I am uncertain as to what could actually be heard in this instance.

Yoko Ono once wrote an instruction that we should listen to the Earth turning, and though this is a sound that is impossible to physically hear with our natural hearing, we are able still to imagine this sound and this listening experience in the same way that we are able to picture places in our minds when we close our eyes or when we dream. And maybe this associative, imaginative way of dealing with sounds is part of the lure of Gentle Fire, and part of what sets it apart from other scores. I love that in Gentle Fire, sound is not treated as a formal element, but rather as a living substance that can cross over between the mind, the ears, the imagination, the dream, and real, lived experiences.

I like that the ultimate aim of the piece is to learn to synthesise sounds imaginatively, in ones’ own mind;

…design for your personal use and store in your mind an imaginary synthesiser with which… you can wilfully bring about such transformations at any time in any place without the help of external equipment.

However in order to understand Gentle Fire more as a work, an idea or a philosophy, I have been figuring out since my presentation last year at the Sound Diaries Conference, how I might stage or perform the score to an audience, and how my ideas about sound may be conveyed to others through this process.

I was totally uncertain about how this may be achieved until I attended the excellent Found Sound Stories weekend workshop at South Hill Park’s Digital Media Centre last October. Organised by Martin Franklin and featuring composer/artist/maker Janek Schaefer, the workshop involved my getting to grips with a mixing desk and learning how to mix sounds together live and in sequence. Janek Schaefer’s characteristic enthusiasm and playfulness coupled with the energy of being in a room full of sound enthusiasts and gadgets gave me the confidence to be more relaxed and intuitive when working with sounds and to treat it as a kind of collage material. I most enjoyed mixing up Meredith Monk’s singing with the recordings I made at the Wolf Conservation trust, plus a recording I have of the old plumbing ’singing’ in Rachael’s lake-district residence. You can hear much of what I mixed up at that weekend workshop along with the mixes that other participants made here (as part of the Framework radio broadcast) and here (as part of the Gene Pool podcast series.) Both shows were edited together by Martin Franklin, and reflect the joyous way that everyone who attended the workshop got to grips with mixers, records, delay pedals and so on.

Mixing and listening at the Found Sound Stories workshop at South Hill Park’s Digital Media Centre

I came away from that workshop enormously enthused by the physicality of live mixing, and how I could utilise this to ‘mix’ the sounds from Gentle Fire into some kind of performance. I immediately set about thinking about how I could transform the sounds from the first list to sound like sounds from the second list, and I realised quickly that I only wanted to have a couple of transitions, and that each ‘change’ ought to be heard in the mix, so that the progression could be experienced by the audience at this year’s Sonic Art Oxford.

I generally like to use sounds as they are and so I found processing them to make them sound like something else to be the hardest part of realising my version of Gentle Fire. Not only is it a counter-intuitive process for me, but it is also something I have little experience of doing. Still, with time-stretching, echo, pitch-changing and reverb effects I was able to make some believable representations of certain sounds.

I had half an hour for my performance and I wanted the audience to have access to the words of the score. So I printed out the sounds I used in the eventual performance and I also set up a video camera so that people present could see the labels on my CDs, thus setting up expectations and the anticipation for certain sounds.

This image was projected onto a very large muslin sheet, and all my fiddling with 3 CD players and changing of CDs was seen as a manual and physical side of the mixing task. I wanted the eventual result to resemble cooking or some other physical demonstration; to enhance the idea that sounds are substantive or material and that we can have an imaginative relationship to them as we do to food or fabric or colour. I also wanted there to be a correlation between the bodily process of collecting sounds in my actual life, and the physical or manual task of reordering them in a performance context.

The hands that collect and mix the sounds…

The collecting process has become an important and ongoing aspect of the project, as integral to Gentle Fire as the performance you are going to hear today. The first part of Lucier’s score is being realised through an ongoing process of listening and recording in everyday life. Recordings garnered in this way are not always pristine; they bear traces of physical movement and circumstantial imperfections – wind, the banging of a distant door, the interference caused by snowflakes landing on microphones – as the artist moves through life digitally gathering and listening to sounds.

But this raw, real-life quality of sound is to be intentionally retained throughout today’s performance where the emphasis is on the physicality of sound. Sounds have been prepared for this performance from the raw materials of the collection, and like substances lined up for a cookery demonstration, they will be presented sequentially so that you can consider for yourself their imaginative and sonorous properties.

Trying to change one sound into another is a process that makes us think about surface quality and texture, space and duration. To make Droning Turbines sound like Sounding Dolphins is not easy, and so far methods for collecting such sounds as Frowning Clowns and Spurting Blood have proved elusive. However, hopefully trying to change sounds in this way, searching for rare or potentially inaudible sounds, or even imagining what such sources would sound like, expands our ideas of what the mind’s ear is capable of.

- programme notes, © Felicity Ford

There were a few things I was unhappy about with the final performance; I couldn’t see the CD player displays easily in the dark and so it was difficult to keep track of which sound was playing through which channel; this made it difficult to convincingly move through different levels of process to take one sound into another at times and is a lesson to me to rehearse in the dark in the future, if my performance is going to take place in the dark. However I am pleased that this piece is now an entity; a thing I can perform anywhere with a score and a set of distinct and carefully ordered sounds. I shall continue to develop Gentle Fire and am going to be putting together a radio show for Framework using the source sounds, as a kind of sketch for future realisations of this amazing piece by Lucier.

Feedback I got on the day was that many of the sounds were amazing/enjoyable and that people enjoyed the experience of moving through so many different sounds in a concert situation. The pigs that I recorded at Mudchute Farm a couple of weeks ago were especially appreciated by the audience, but I wish I had managed to more successfully blend them with the chuffing trains of Didcot!

Tim Hand very kindly took some photos for me of the performance and also recorded it for me so that you can download it here yourselves and take a listen; I am very keen to find out what other people think about Gentle Fire and my realisation of it so any or all of your thoughts are welcome.

 
icon for podpress  Live performance of Gentle Fire, 27th February, Sonic Art Oxford: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download

Maudette

February 28th, 2010

I was extremely taken with the Maud when Kate posted about it originally, and immediately vowed to make one once I read her directions on this traditional garment.

Additionally, I was struck by both Kate and Rachael’s posts about Harris Tweed, and decided my Maud should be made with this stuff. I went in search of Harris Tweed on ebay and found some rather unloved 1980s pieces which were professed to have ‘a few moth holes’ and which had seen very little interest from other bidders. I put in a bid and won the unloved, moth-holed patches, and spent some time analysing them for the best fit for making a Maud. Unfortunately none of the pieces were large enough for me to be fully true to the characteristically clear and fluent directions given on Needled, so I was forced to compromise a bit and go for a smaller design. The reduced dimensions mean that if I ever own my own sheep, it is unlikely that I will be able to tuck them into it. Mark is rather mystified by my explanation for making my Maudette, but he nevertheless obligingly took some photos of me as I posed in it this afternoon.

I am very pleased with the fabric; I purchased it a while back on a day trip with Ruth and Emmylou and it reminds me of all the buttons that the Mudlarks found in the river Thames.

In other thrifty clothes news, I have found a new blog which is very interesting; Cargo Cult Craft is one woman’s attempt to spend a year making and buying her clothes according to wartime ration coupons. I have also been enjoying Thread & Thrift - especially this post - and this quilted dress.

Some of my own thrifty wardrobe improvements lately include:

The addition of a vital and topical vintage button badge (99p on ebay, plus £1.45 P&P)

The dyeing of a woollen sweater I was not enjoying the colour of (free dye from black walnut tree!)
I love the new chocolatey colour and cannot get enough of wearing this sweater now it is such a good colour.

And the ripping-out and reordering of the neckline on my much-loved Hourglass sweater. There was a dropped stitch and I had bound it off rather too tightly, so this time around I ripped it out, reknit it slightly and added an i-cord border in 100% shetland wool, which I had left over in my stash from the lining of Mark’s feasel and bear hat. The result is infinitely wearable and makes a good layer combined with the brown sweater.

I am pleased with the combined result of these thrifty wardrobe improvements!

Good weekends

February 21st, 2010

I’ve had two good weekends on the trot now, and it’s made me think about what makes a weekend good and what things I love doing on the weekend - especially when the weeks are extremely busy!

Last weekend it was Lara’s birthday and so after my day spent at Didcot Railway Centre recording the steam engines, I travelled to London for her party and stayed over so that we could enjoy a nice walk to Mudchute farm the next day. I had a great time at The Old Crown, drinking fine foamy ales and chatting with Liz, Kirsty and Alice. I was excited to learn of various Opera projects Kirsty is involved in, and of Mark Miodownik who Alice pointed me towards. Mark Miodownik is an engineer and scientist who founded the materials library, in order to research ‘the senso-aesthetic properties of materials to understand why materials feel, smell and taste the way they do.’ I love this materials-driven approach to things, and the curiosity and sense of discovery that characterises his projects. I also especially like that he has researched the making of perfect coffee and put together a podcast on this for Resonance FM! In between chatting about all this exciting stuff and dancing and drinking, I gave Lara this, which is a kind of joyous picnic kit.

From left to right the kit contains: one small bag, created to fit an ice-pack inside it for super cooled sandwiches, one bag with 2 pockets and wipe-clean oilcloth lining, one small tablecloth for pleasing outdoor arrangement of noms, one postcard featuring foolish gnome imagery, one round tupperware container for strawberries and other such tasty morsels, one postcard with a cabbage leaf on it for added random spice, one tasty blue biscuit-container so that biscuits will not be crushed in transit and one useful I SPY Wildflowers manual for the correct identification of picnic flora.

I do like the sewing on this, and I was more confident the second time around with using the pattern. The fabric was found in my bedsit; it was large square cushion covers for which I had no filling or use. So I laundered the fabric and repurposed it. I do like the quaint pattern and the fresh blues and greens beside one another.

The next day our hangovers were mostly cured by the healing fare on offer at mudchute kitchen (truly my favourite cafe in London I think) and then made sure that the sheep were also well fed. I have an amazing recording of the pigs grunting which I will endeavour to furnish you with at the bottom of this post.

The Oxford Down sheep at Mudchute were lovely to feed with their soft muzzles and enthusiasm. However sometimes they got so excited about the food that they snorted more of it onto the floor than they actually got to eat. I went home last weekend on Sunday and proceeded to be rescued by Mark who fed me his finest chilli and charmed me with the best Valentine’s day card ever.

This weekend was filled with similar percentages of partying, social fun and outdoor pleasures as last weekend, though I have decided that perhaps it would be good to eliminate hangovers from future weekends. Yesterday we met up with my family in London to celebrate my Pops’ birthday, and enjoyed a brief visit en route to the wondrous Rachael in Prick Your Finger. If you follow Rachael’s blog you may wonder why her and Louise have been building a bicycle powered mill; well yesterday Rachael told me all about the amazing installation they are planning for the Stanley Picker Gallery, and it turns out that for LOUDER THAN BOMBS they will be spinning wool in the gallery. Or as it says on the event flier,

‘By constructing the world’s first bicycle powered wool mill, they will turn unwanted sheep fleeces from within the M25 into a range of seductive yarns, good enough for the Queen.’

You know how much I love a bit of local woolly action and I think this is going to be great so do come along between 16th - 20th March to see this lovely yarn being made from unwanted fleeces!

Finally, today was spent happily walking with Mark and we have consolidated the first circular route on the A4074 soundwalk series that I am working on. We have walked this route a few times now and spent today just making sure we have the route defined before I start trying to map it, or describe it to anyone else. I love this project; I love how walking the road changes the way I feel about it and how much I learn about the outlying landscapes of my most regularly-driven route, just by walking around it. I find I see so many things when I walk that are impossible to appreciate when travelling at the speed of a car.

Today for instance I saw an equestrian weathervane near Toker’s Green; this is one of the items in I SPY in the Country; the book on which I based my last I SPY series for The Hub. The A4074 project will involve a lot of I SPY / I HEAR action, since a major focus is how we think about place using our eyes and especially our ears. I do enjoy the things you get to hear and see when on foot and we spent a really happy time today also thinking about how we could document walking in various ways, like video, on paper, or in audio recordings and podcasts… I kept thinking about Richard Long’s textworks, and all the choices you can make when you walk about how you choose to record or document your sense of a place. This is one of my favourite posts on that topic, over on Kate’s amazing needled blog.

I think Mark will be blogging his video experiments from the day later on the Walk 2012 project blog. I will go through my notes after next weekend, which is also going to be good involving a concert performance of Alvin Lucier’s Gentle Fire and some kind of amazing, relaxing Sunday activity that is yet to be decided. Joyously, this weekend I also started a new sketchpad which is very exciting since I have tended to mostly use this blog as my sketchpad since I started it, and it’s nice to be working with ink and stampers and biros and drawings and paper again.

Looking back over two fine weekends I have decided that the perfect weekend contains the following ingredients:

People you love
Sheep / Wool / Knitting
Trees / Animals / Skies
Purpose
Ales
Walking
Making
Exciting projects
Good ideas
Sounds
A bit of making
Tasty food

I hope you had all/some of these in your weekend.

 
icon for podpress  Crow at Mudchute City Farm: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download

 
icon for podpress  Finding the way at Chazey golf course on the A4074 walk: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download

 
icon for podpress  Grunting pigs at Mudchute City Farm: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download

 
icon for podpress  Rooster at Mudchute City Farm: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download

Steam Sounds - for my Pops

February 19th, 2010

My Pops - more than anyone else in the world - has fostered my geekery for trains, I SPY books and random obsessions, and it is his birthday today, so this post is for him.

I spent the day last Saturday working on a feature that will be included in the April series of The Hub; this particular feature is focussed around I SPY on a Train Journey, and includes sounds and information from the amazing Didcot Railway Centre, in Oxfordshire.

I haven’t gone through all of the audio I recorded yet, but at least one of the sounds I collected - the sound of the roaring fire powering locomotive engine number 5322 - will be appearing in my concert performance next Saturday at Sonic Art Oxford. It was the loudest fire that I have ever heard in my life and it had an indescribably epic intensity. I’ve never been that close to a fire that is powerful enough to pull tonnes of metal and steal along a track and the experience was very inspiring, if frankly also terrifying. I got a pass to ride up on the footplate of the train, which meant I was up beside the driver and the fireman, close to where the action happens in a steam engine. The experience made me realise that I have never lost my childish attachment to the joy of steam engines. Apparently I am not alone in this; Thomas the Tank Engine is one of the star attractions at Didcot Railway Centre.

However what I find now is that I have a different perspective from when I was a youngster, re: the sound of steam engines and trains. Firstly, I am really aware of the sounds of steam engines as rapidly disappearing sonic phenomena. Heard mostly in the context of nostalgic tourist attractions, steam engine sounds have gone from being part of the everyday soundscape to rarefied museum exhibits, in a relatively short space of time. The sound recording of a train journey by Phill Harding that I experienced at the Audible Fields event was very different in all its aural elements to the sounds that I recorded last Saturday, yet both are linked in my imagination to sound, to listening, to travel, and to the whole imaginative context of TRAINS.

I am also now aware of the draw of the sound of trains and related transportation for other sound artists. For example, there is an amazing sound-recording of a turn of the century trolley on the fieldsepulchra blog that Michael Raphael runs, and I noticed that near the start of the piece Silent Cities on the Forgotten Ithaca blog, there are some lovely (train?) horns. I am not sure whether a ‘trolley’ is the US equivalent of a tram or what kind of engine makes the horn sound on Silent Cities, but I find these sounds remeniscent in some way of the sound of steam trains and evocative of specific places and the daily sounds of commute and travel that characterise them. I also love the way that train horns feature in Nicholson Baker’s book, A box of matches, and how he describes the train horns as being a ‘chord’ of ‘eternal mournfulness.’ According to Nicholson, the ‘out-of-tuneness of the triad is part of its beauty.’

I thought a lot about train horns after my visit to Didcot Railway Centre. Positioned as it is on some sidings cordoned-off from the mainline, it is in immediate proximity to a contemporary railway line and the engines of FGW and Virgin trains periodically speed by, making a loud horn noise. The sound is distinctly different from the toot of a steam-powered engine, but it seems to be a form of mimicry or to have derived in some way from this earlier sound. However I find the steam-powered toot to be a far more resonant sonic creature; slower and containing more reverb. I expect this is because it is a sound formed physically in the chambers and spaces of the steam engine, rather than being an electronically-processed sound. Does anyone know how contemporary train horns work?

I wonder what the steam engine days mean for people who live near the Railway centre at Didcot, as the sounds of the horns and the amazing chuffachuffachuffa sound of the pistons going full pelt seem to travel for miles around.

I was also reminded at Didcot of the incredible sequence of sounds that are used at the start of my all time favourite Spaghetti-Western, Once Upon a time in the West. Apparently Ennio Morricone saw an avant-garde music performance involving a ladder that was rigged up to a lot of microphones, and this gave him the idea to work with heavily amplified natural sounds while working on the soundtrack for Serge Leone’s masterpiece. Building on the ideas of Cage, Morricone’s approach led him to create that incredibly tightly-choreographed sequence of sounds - the dripping ceiling, the buzzing fly in the gun barrel, the creaking windmill - that opens the film. When the freight train eventually does arrive in the station, we are given a shot of the undercarriage of it, and a loud, mechanical roar. I love this sequence of image and sound and I think it sets us up to immediately understand how central the railroad is to the plot of the film.

There is an incomplete version of that opening here.

I also found myself reflecting on how the first piece of Musique concrète - “Étude aux chemins de fer” - (literally, Railroad Study) was composed entirely from recordings of steam engines. Some of Pierre Schaeffer’s ideas about composing by manipulating sounds in a direct or ‘concrete’ way are important to me in the context of my own work, which is also largely composed in this way. You can hear Schaeffer’s composition created completely from train sounds here.

So I had all this in mind as I tramped about on the rails, appreciating the smell of coal and a certain kind of engine grease which attends all train-related industrial museums*; ideas concerning modernity and sound, contemporary sound practise, the entire sound-recording context of ‘train recordings’ and some more pressing personal questions such as what to record for my radio feature, and what to record for my rendition of Alvin Lucier’s Gentle Fire next Saturday.

The attached recordings are some of the best pickings from amongst around 3 hours of audio. I liked the toot sound so much that when I saw this whistle for sale the next day, at Mudchute farm’s gift shop, I knew I had to get it.

*I have noticed that the type of grease used for industrial, wool-related mechanisms such as those used at Coldharbour Mill and Filkins Mill does not smell the same as the engine grease used on locomotive, but it does possess a related industrial, nostalgic quality - a fact evoked by the way that on the Filkin’s Mill website, the first line reads ‘The smell of wool oil and the clack of the shuttles welcome visitors who tour our traditional 18th century woollen-mill set in the beautiful English Cotswolds

 
icon for podpress  On the locomotive - sorry about the clipping when the whistle toots!: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download

 
icon for podpress  Train approaching with toot: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download

 
icon for podpress  Chuff Chuff noise with some clipping: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download

 
icon for podpress  White noise of roaring fire: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download

 
icon for podpress  Train approaching: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download

Sound Wonders and loving the ordinary

February 15th, 2010

This week I got an email about a project exploring the idea of sound tourism, and the idea of a map detailing the world’s sound wonders. This is very interesting, both because I wonder what defines a sound wonder, and because I like very much the idea of selecting holiday destinations in the future based on what I might hear when I go to places, as well as what I might see. To explore the first question; at knitting each week in the Royal Oak pub, the sound of the electric hand-drier in the ladies’ toilet comes through the wall, adding infrequent bass drones to our knitting sessions. Is this technically a sound wonder and can I put it on the sound wonders map or does the creator of the project mean the term ‘wonder’ to apply specifically to epic sonic events? To explore the second idea, a fellow sound-enthusiast on the same mailing list as myself pointed out that the Ear of Dionysius and the Colossi of Memnon have been around for an awfully long time. Sadly it seems the singing statues of the Colossi of Memnon are no longer around, but the Ear of Dionysius sounds like an amazing holiday destination! How lovely to visit a giant cave shaped like an ear, and to hear sounds passing through it.

Possibly as good as listening to the hand-drier through the wall at knitting.