The first two days

First Day: Wendel.

Without massive publicity and only with the help of dense-mailing list, waiting for visitors to the first day of the festival was something like a lottery. The festival got mentioned in the TAZ by chance and through a chance meeting of Derek with Meike Jansen, the woman who took interest and mentioned us; TAZ is a newspaper as marginal as the almost secret world of field recorders.
But at the end people came, be it sound collegues or ear collegues. Wendel bar was cosy enough. The space was filled. Our first five performers brought sounds from different places of the world. And I hope that it brought fantasies to each one among the listeners.
For example, rauschpartikel brought sounds from Sao Paolo, and had a sound included that reminded of an old typewriter. The tropical heat came very near, pearly sweatdrops, palmtrees, a bird singing, the silence of days: I had to think very hard of Graham Greene, somewhere in the fifties, working on a novel.

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Day Two: KuLe

That was fun. It lasted only half an hour. I found Jörg ( O shame, I keep on forgetting his last name) from Kule, who had just finished an exhibition on his travels from Dakar to Benin in West Africa. I invited him to join the half an hour of festival with his sounds.
Stephane Leonard, Patrick Franke, Lasse Marc Riek and Jörn all introduced their recording with a little story that brought the listener to the place where it was made. That's how we visited the sea and some schoolgirls in Brighton, migrating birds that took a rest in a garden in Leipzig, the remains of the bridge in Mostar during the call for prayers, and a very loud hotel somewhere in Ghana. It was very much like a life recording of a radio programme.

Meanwhile in Weblandia friends are made, and sounds arive from all over the globe.

Just keep on listening.