Where high fashion meets the late of night above San Francisco.
In one hand I carry two gallon water jugs. In my other hand I carry drinking cups in a paper bag and two more gallon jugs of water. I am walking into the epicenter of downtown Oakland’s post-election protest. Daylight savings time has ended. It is dark. Circling helicopters offer incongruity as animated, light conversation … More Walking Forward With Water
A total psych for our national presidential election in 4 1/2 min from recordings mostly in Oakland, California between May 30, 2016 and June 6, 2016 leading up to our June 7th primary. The voices and sounds you hear are: Hillary Clinton, San Diego, CA, Memorial Day, May 30, 2016 Girls Quartet singing Little … More Rise Up! No Time 4 Apathy!
Two Urban Orchestras: San Francisco and Habana presents the vitality of two urban acoustic ecologies, where animals and noise each carry a signature as part of the soundscape score of the ecosystem. These signatures provide unique voices and rhythms within which life occurs. With credit to the bioacoustician Bernie Krause. Part I: Lapidge Alley on … More Two Urban Orchestras: San Francisco and Habana
Recorded between May 30, 2016 and June 6, 2016, mostly in Oakland, California, leading up to California’s 2016 June 7th primary. The voices and sounds you hear are: Hillary Clinton, San Diego, CA, Memorial Day, May 30, 2016 Girls Quartet singing Little Mix (Wings), Oakland School of the Arts, Downtown Oakland Rally for Hillary, June … More Eve of a California Primary
A letter, read by a fellow World War II veteran, from a 35 year old Lieutenant and school principal from Illinois who was stationed in England when he learned of the birth of his baby daughter on December 13, 1943. Recorded on Memorial Day, May 30, 2005, Mountain View Cemetery, Oakland, CA.
My mother, Anne G. Perry, in 36 seconds, on the practicalities involved when aging.
A sound composition in silverware, plates, cellophane wrapping, and human voice.
While tour brochures for Muir Woods National Monument mention the murmurings of Redwood Creek, I found a far more rich, sonorous language of resonance, roil, rush, roar, and dappled run. Come walk amongst the Redwood ecology of this forest 12 miles North of San Francisco, with the wildlife and other visitors.
42 is a sound composition in music box, doll, tone pipes, shaker, wine glass, whistle, human breathe, and vocal tone. It is dedicated to The Writing Group of Colleen Lookingbill, Sari Broner, Ai’fe Murray, Renata Ewing, and myself.