ella viella

spur of the moment – part 2

we all dry up

hey memory, somethings wrong… oh so wrong, and there’s something i really have to tell you: pay attention to frequency, intensity, and the patterns we see but don’t be sad we all dry up one day. hey memory? just play along and write a song all about all the things you have left to do and don’t be sad, we all dry up one day.

ununtrium (Uut)

Honest Abbey

Dear honest Abbey, where will you go when all of you thoughts freeze and no switches glow? Try to remember and tell me what you know before all your memory transitors blow. Dear honest Abbey, tell me what you know ‘cause everything is coming to an end.

helium (He)

promethium (Pm)

victims of landmines

Someone told us that they sometimes let cows roam free in the fields around Angkor Wat. The reason being, there was a good chance it would set off a landmine. This story and another about tourists being able to fire artillery guns at live animals seemed true. Granted, I never actually saw either occur, but with a gruesome historical backdrop of killing fields and  a school turned torture chamber I have a hard time thinking its only a myth.

Cambodia had stories like these, but then suddenly stories that intertwined and brought the tone back up to a major key. Stories of the survivors and the people that make it a wonderfully inviting and peaceful place.

This field recording is from a path along the perimeter of Angkor Wat. It’s a songs I captured by a band of landmine victims. Providing that I can restore some of the parts of the tape, this will be the first in a series of sounds from Cambodia.

colbalt (Co)