This Saturday I got to sit in the main hall at the Attenborough Arts Centre and play and make sounds among the exhibition pieces in preparation for the Performing Industry show. I felt quite lucky and privileged to have the opportunity.
Author: peter wyeth
Last night at the hairdressers
Last night at the hairdressers
I read a poem that made me tingle all over.
I can’t remember any of the words,
But I can remember how it made me feel.
She Sings, I’m thinking about numbers
Messing around with a knackered Sony Walkman and a car boot sale Fuji cassette.
For Slapton Woods – Peter Meets Lucy
I have written about Lucy Stevens before ( gig envy! ) and have followed her work since I first found out about it. Despite living near-ish to one another we had never met. Then at the Her Name is Calla 10 year anniversary shows I asked the ever wonderful David Wilson Clarke if he knew her and he said ‘ Yes, would you like to meet her? She’s over there!’
A conversation took place and an idea was suggested and I went away to work on it but nothing I tried seem to work……… until a year and a bit later when something clicked and fell into place. And I’ve been keeping it to myself. I’ve been looking (listening) to it every two weeks or so to see if it’s still there and every time it catches me by surprise.
I like it very much and feel sufficiently bold enough to share it with you. Press play and drift off somewhere else. I hope you enjoy it.
The original field recording of Lucy’s is here – https://soundcloud.com/lucystevensaudio/dawn-chorus-slapton-woods
The unedited version of my bit is here – https://soundcloud.com/peterwyeth/for-slapton-prt-ii/s-wPrs1
Gibraltr Point – Hannah Nicklin
I am a fan of the Hannah Nicklin and have mentioned her on here a few times before. I was quite fascinated by this piece above when it popped up on my radar and it’s totally worth your time.
I always feel like I’ve discovered something with Hannah’s work and it’s often something about myself or about ourselves.
Cogs,teeth.
Windings and winding on.
Lives and dust in every sunlit pore.
I can remember…..
…doing gigs and doing Myspace and doing this.
