long weekend
on friday we caught the train to Yverdon Les Bains, where we took part in a sound workshop in this beautiful old building in the town. It’s probable that i interpret things in an entirely different way to the french speakers, as at this place there were many video installations of which were explained to us (in french) and so my sight became the only sense in which i could try and understand it by. That and the few hints other classmates would drop to me, and the odd random words i could pick out by myself (I’m learning slowly i promise)
We used mics to walk around the town and record the sounds, venturing everywhere from the nearby church to a water fountain situated in a roundabout. Then we handed them all in, had lunch, and on return to the workshop found that the mics had each all been fitted to a speaker. There was a countdown to switching them on and hearing the playback which was pretty unnerving because i could tell they must all be switched on at exactly the same time however they were counting down in french and did at least 2 warm ups, in which i almost pressed play. luckily for me i held on
hearing back all the sounds from the day was surprisingly magical, bringing the outside world inside and letting it flow through all the crevices of the old building. Car engines and exhausts had the most dominant noise, and then a recording of a man who had been playing pipes in the town square took over
A little network of sounds on a sunny friday from a small town near the swiss-french border, who knew it could open up a ton of possibilities and ideas
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