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.

Erhu performer at Canal Street with the 5 and 6 train passing.

Undercurrent car noises, wooden planks, birds chirping, helicopter passing by, bicycle bells, different languages, wind-restraint, and cellular intra-sound.

About 40 minutes south of Atami, Japan: Truck coming and going, man running, bluff body noise from a passing jet, two or three cicadas (possibly higurashi) and what looked like a blue thrush.

Prayer, chanting, police sirens, drum circle, breaking down the farmers market, cell phone disturbance, trucks, and traffic in Union Square tonight.

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everyday for the past week.

Just before 6am. Birds chirping, pigeons flapping, wind, planes, cars, trucks, and a motorcycle passing.