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This is one of a few improvs I did in late April while I was in Mexico on business. My contract carried me through the second week of May, so it would have been impolitic and expensive to leave before then. Mexico City began reporting an outbreak of swine flu shortly after I arrived, and the numbers of infected were rising hourly. I couldn't get any information from the airline about possible flight cancellations (was the US considering closing the border?), and the cowards at the American Consulate had closed up shop because of the disease so I couldn't get through to them on the phone. The Mexican government insisted that 'things were just fine', yet they were handing out surgical masks on the streets! Meanwhile, back at home, there were confirmed cases of swine flu at my kids' school.
All in all, a surreal two weeks.
The apartment I stay in is right on the beach, and the surf is very, very loud. At night, you can hear (and see) revelers up and down the beach, so I do a lot of 'field recordings' from my balcony whenever I am there.
These little songs are pretty obviously about the way unpleasant organisms travel and mutate; the songs (and the organisms, too, apparently) are unfinished, so please feel free to put them through any further mutations you'd like!
All in all, a surreal two weeks.
The apartment I stay in is right on the beach, and the surf is very, very loud. At night, you can hear (and see) revelers up and down the beach, so I do a lot of 'field recordings' from my balcony whenever I am there.
These little songs are pretty obviously about the way unpleasant organisms travel and mutate; the songs (and the organisms, too, apparently) are unfinished, so please feel free to put them through any further mutations you'd like!
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racerat
SJ, It will be interesting to see who picks up on this. How did you record it? the built in mic on your laptop? Like the faint and haunting vocal that peeks in and the warm meandering percussion and signature bloops and bleeps.
Firsties! Hey did I really beat Feter?
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