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The Assignment: Make music with by humming a song and then processing the humming.

Step 1: Record yourself humming an original tune.

Step 2: Edit that recording, using only the hum as source audio (adding effects/processing as you see fit), to create a completed track.

Sadly I can't sing and it turns out my humming is pretty rubbish too. Still - that's the whole point of these assignments- out of your comfort zone and into the fire. I felt that too much processing

The Assignment: Make music with (samples of) the biggest guitar in the southern hemisphere.

This project was proposed by Jason Richarson. There’s just one step:

Step 1: The biggest guitar in the southern hemisphere is in Narrandera, Australia. Junto member Jason Richardson recorded a wide range of samples of the guitar and made them available under a Creative Commons license. Now it’s time for you to play this guitar. Get the samples at big-guitar.com/download

three synths - Massive X, Repro-5,Hive

(see below for the assignment)

the sound of gulls and crows from my bedroom window

I recorded and deleted numerous attempts for this - non seemed quite 'alien' enough or to be truly playing with the birds as opposed to just imposing my nonsense upon them. I've no idea if I've achieved it with this but at least it seems in roughly the right direction.

Disquiet Junto Project 0394: You & Me

The Assignment: Accompany the music made by a species other than your own.

This is a project for World Listening Day.

Step 1: Think of an animal you would like to accompany. It may be one in your possession, like a household cat, dog, or bird, or perhaps it might be one for which you’ll need to locate a recorded example.

Step 2: Acquire audio of the animal you selected in Step 1, either by making a recording or locating one.

Step 3: Create a new piece of music by playing along with the audio acquired in Step 2. In the final mix, you and the animal you accompany should be heard at equal levels of prominence (of course, you may also trade off).

Dear Mr Williamson,

Greetings from the, alas, long forgotten embassy of Razrainia. Thank you for your kind enquiry about our national anthem. I hope you find the enclosed tape satisfactory for your needs. We don’t often play it now for few of us know it any more. Sometimes one or two of us elders gather together on a hot summers night in one of the halls we used to use so freely during the day and play it quietly so as not to wake our guests.

Regarding your question - no we never were invaded. I think perhaps we were just too polite. As visitors came to love our country we made room for them to stay without a fuss, letting them make their own improvements, withdrawing into forgotten rooms, using the crawl spaces, quietly doing the dishes and laundry until our guests seemed to forget we were there. We didn’t like to draw attention to ourselves, they all seemed to be having such fun and getting on with things. There aren’t many of us left anymore of course and perhaps that’s for the best.

I look forward to meeting up with you again one day

Regards

Alexadra

We spent the afternoon at John Ruskin's house at Coniston - the wonderful Brantwood. Ruskin's desire for fairness in society seems particularly apt at the moment since we are rolling back a lot of the changes he advocated for but never saw in his lifetime. Also thinking about his sometimes fragile mental health and his drive to explore the world. A fascinating man (and one no doubt with many flaws & of course was very much the privileged white of his age)

I'd like to do some more stuff based on him - have an idea for an installation but that needs time which is in short supply at the moment....

Some of the reverb on this is an IR I recorded on my phone in Ruskin's Ice House - need to take proper gear back and make a higher quality recording but it's a really interesting space

Thinking about memory and identity and how as we get older we start to "haunt" ourselves

They say in the village that in the blazing heat of summer, under the fire of the midday sun, they hold dances on the neatly manicured lawns of the "big house". The guests, who are never seen to arrive or leave, dressed in sumptuous finery. The music wild & intoxicating.

Solar Day Structured The Living by junklight

a piece for a place I like called Boredale Hause - a meeting place and a landscape that feels full of stories - just day to day stuff, comings and goings.