Harold Schellinx reports more

Harold Schellinx is writing a serial on his soundblog.
This latest entry deals with views and opinions, but gives you also a good impression of the concerts. And it has usefull links.


"Let less become more ...
An example springing to mind is rauschpartikel's set
on the second evening of Imaginary Homecoming, in Wendel,
on wednesday february 7th, built using (nothing but)
many different recordings of the sounds of his refrigerator ...
It kept me on the tip of my chair, listening.
I cannot swear to you that Martin did not use any effects or other alterations.
The fact that I can't pretty much says it all ..."

Harold Schellinx on Chris Hearns preformance

Chris is a young guy from Australia doing - in his own words - "experimental pop/noise sort of stuff". When he arrived in Berlin, in the course of a year Chris had been performing already far over a hundred times, on a long non-stop tour taking him through the United States, New Zealand and Europe. On this trip Chris has been recording his 'moving', in a spirit pretty similar to the one I describe above. With handheld cassette recording devices, onto old cassettes.

It was with these and a set of old cassette players that he performed on the Day of the Sound Story Telling, in Monty in the Lenbacherstraße, just around the corner from Takt. And so, yes, Chris' sound story was a travelogue, a floating mix built up from lo-fi recordings made at different airports and train stations, in different countries, in different cities. And in Paris, together with the sonic peculiarities of its metro tunes and metro door openings and closings, the street organs playing the 'usual suspects' in tourist areas, all easy to pick out of the mix, as it sounded so much like that what's on many of the items in my own cassette archive ...

The equipment together with the sound material used made the 'piece' that Chris performed at Monty feel very familiar to me, and I regularly found me nodding me head in a fully affirmative 'yes! ... yes!' and whispering 'right on!', all by myself. Yeah, this was the music of my streets and my cities, of my stations and underground's.
Chris, he had been there.

His was a story that felt like home.

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