This is a find with some wonderful shows on it including, as I have discovered Hildegard to Hildegard a show dedicated to women composers, some you can find here on Feminatronic. Fantastic list of female composers too.The blog is here-
http://hildegardtohildegard.blogspot.co.uk/
TODAYS DISCOVERY – OBLAAT
十五
I’ve been following this blog for quite a while and although it doesn’t fully fit with the premise of Feminatronic, I feel that as I am focussing on Africa and Asia, this gives me an excuse to post this, as I love the Happy Cats. Visit the sounds as well, very evocative.
Pandora’s Box: female sound and power in music technology
Courtesy of female:pressure. More site info here
https://femalepressure.wordpress.com/
by Helen Reddington
Historically, women have not been associated with technology unless it helped with the housework – vacuum cleaners, refrigerators and washing machines – or their fertility (ten years ago I did a search for women+technology and was rewarded with a pageful of sites offering reproductive technology solutions). In times of war, we were useful as code-breakers and navigators; suddenly our supposedly non-mathematical brains develop useful ‘male’ attributes that disappear as soon as peace resumes. Women were at the forefront of computing in the 1940s (see I Code Like a Girl). In the competitive world of the music industry, the marketing of women’s sexuality has always been to the forefront, conveniently stereotyping women as singers, and men as instrumentalists or controllers of sound production. This stereotype appears to be impossible to shake off.
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Rita Correddu soundscapes.
Kate Carr ~ Songs from a Cold Place
Kate Carr ~ Songs from a Cold Place.
Here are a couple of “cold” reviews from A Closer Listen –
Hafdís Bjarnadóttir ~ Sounds of Iceland
Courtesy to A Closer Listen for this review
“These recordings do not contain human-derived sounds,” writes Hafdís Bjarnadóttir in her introduction to the evocative Sounds of Iceland. This is a difficult achievement in field recording, although with 90% of Iceland residents living in or near Reykjavik, it likely grew easier as the artist left the capital. A few birds are present, although no Icelandic horses; the focus is on water in all of its guises, save for rain.
The set travels the country clockwise and seasonally, proceeding from spring to winter, when Ring Road can be impossible to traverse. The format is enticing, in that it invites others to trace its path. As those who live in Iceland or have visited the nation know, one can’t simply drive in a circle around the country; one must make detours, especially if one wishes to experience the Western Fjords; Bjarnadóttir takes this detour, and I have as well. In fact…
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SUNDAY MIX – WALKING
Every Sunday I put together a mix loosely based around a theme, as I think that music and poetry go so well together and since today I went for a stroll along the seafront to blow the cobwebs away, todays theme is Walking
My eyes already touch the sunny hill.
going far ahead of the road I have begun.
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;
it has inner light, even from a distance-
and charges us, even if we do not reach it,
into something else, which, hardly sensing it,
we already are; a gesture waves us on
answering our own wave…
but what we feel is the wind in our faces.
Rainer Maria Rilke (1875 – 1926)
Rain so dark I
can’t get through—
train going by
in a hurry. The voice
said walk or die, I
walked,—the train
and the voice all
blurry. I walked with
my bones and my heart
of chalk, not even
a splintered notion:
days of thought, nights
of worry,—lonesome
train in a hurry.
I will have been walking away:
no matter what direction I intended,
at that moment, I will have been walking
Away into the direction that you now say
I have always intended, no matter what my
intention was then, I will have been
Walking away, though it will not be clear
what it was that I was leaving or
even why, it seems that you will say
That always, I was walking away,
intending a direction that was not towards
you, but moving away with every step,
Or, even when I pretended to be walking
towards you, only making the place
for my feet to go backwards,
Away, where I will have been walking,
always away: intention and direction
unknown, but knowing you will always
say I will have been walking away.
A Kind of Villanelle
Poems courtesy of Poetry Foundation
Karin Park: Apocalypse Pop – Album Review
Courtesy of Pon De Way Way Way
Karin Park’s Highwire Poetry was one of my favourite albums of 2012, an unexpected gem of a pop album. Despite that being her fourth album it was, at the time, the only one readily available in England and thus the only real contact I had with her music. With the singles Shine and Look What You’ve Done (not to mention the track she penned for Noway’s 2013 Eurovision entry) offering the same idiosyncratic electro-pop with a new spin (one a atmospheric almost-ballad the other a rip-roaring percussion led track) my appetite for her next offering was well and truly whetted.
When Apocalypse Pop finally arrived (issues with an online supplier left me waiting an extra fortnight) my reaction to it was surprisingly subdued. Now that I’ve taken the time to write this review I think my disappointment can only stem from having unfair expectations because, by all assessments, Apocalypse Pop is…
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Mutamassik – The Making of ‘That which death cannot destroy’
Courtesy of Ear Conditioning
Mutamassik has written about the circumstances that existed during the making of her latest album. She tells it straight and comes proper, no pussy-footing around decorated with sugar and other additives.
The making of ‘That which death cannot destroy’, a studio tour into stabbing strings, thundering drums, howling conviction. Going from a predominantly raw urban experience (see: childbirth on Medicaid in Brooklyn, many etcs.) to a raw, rough, rugged rural experience has taught me many things.
Let me give props where props are due: A decade plus+ in the streets of New York City and Cairo cut my teeth; half that time in Nature, however, has kicked my ass. Not just once, but continuously. This has been a boot camp. If inner city life made me hard, Nature made me harder.
During the making of my latest record, I was mostly wearing a parka, long johns, 2 pairs of socks…
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