Having fallen down the rabbit hole of digital audio, I sometimes forget what things sounded like when they were first produced — spoken, sung, or plucked. Such heightened simulacra extending so far from the original has caused a kind of anxiety in me. I have on occasion been left behind by the rapidly moving advances of software, like with a recent Protools update, and therefore, thought I could combat this by returning sound to the Earth, however oil soaked the soil may be. I felt that I could summon some of Melbourne’s talented multi-disciplined sound artist to express their oral and aural thoughts to the ducks, swans, fish, joggers, rowers and semitrailers.
However, I could never stay mad at Protools… even at my most Bohemian!