Primitivo branquiado comedor de hierba de los fondos abisales Track

The noises heard over there are almost impossible to record. So how do you record them? I think you just push the red button and walk around while listening to breaths, squeaks, and other animal sounds. I couldn’t even trace lines that satisfied me on paper. I sought to take pictures while my parents slept in the cottage. I managed to portray a cat and as a prize I received a penalty. I spent my brother’s birthday party crying. I wanted to play with the big cube and push the black button to take pictures. Among all those tapes I found one recorded by my mother, of my brother’s sorrow. I think that was my first encounter with sound art. I found the mistake since many years ago. At an early age, I played records on the wrong speed, and I had fun finding “different things” within this simple intervention. The world deserves to be heard. There are stories that were not written, but told from generation to generation, printed in all of our memories, the extinct sounds, and marks that make us relive the first moment of listening.