as I’m writing this I can hear the mellow sounds of the French Horn. Carla is writing a new line for the song we have been working on.
During the last month we have been living in a world of splendid acoustic sound: vintage waterphones, bowed saws, blown bottles, struck floating bowls, toy piano and voice. Exploring the words and sounds of a new project which we plan to record in a month’s time. More about that soon.