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
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.
Windings and winding on.
Lives and dust in every sunlit pore.
…doing gigs and doing Myspace and doing this.
Rewind to 6 September 2012 and upstairs at The Cookie in Leicester City Centre Leicester Lo-Fi are having a ‘Make a Solagraph‘ camera thingy evening upstairs whilst downstairs Cats and Cats and Cats (I think) and You Slut! (I think) are doing their thing. Later that week I put one of the solagraphy coke cans on a semi-abandoned trailer on some farmland nearby pointing out towards Lutterworth. I reclaim it 14 days later (a shorter time span than I expected) when I notice that some work was taking place in the field. Despite a note explaining what the coke can was, it was bashed in at the side. The picture though………
At the same time, I attach another coke can to the side of the house and forget about it. 320 weeks later (this morning), I take it down. The results are not as good – too long an exposure? – or rather, not as distinct – half a landscape due to a gate taking up half the frame – but I still find myself drawn to the ghostly scratched out lines.
I like the process (or lack of it) of this, of it revealing itself, of having time mark itself upon it.
You should give it a go. I’m going to have another go too.
Have never really got on with this recorder – the gain seems to have a mind of its own and plops on as much hiss as it sees fit. But it has other idiodsyncracies and erratic tendencies that keep making me pick it up again.