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Third Annual Field Recording Exchange!

Deadline: Saturday January 6th, 2008
Rules: Make a CD or Cassette of your collected field recordings, make some sort of explanatory insert and mail these to the other participants of the exchange.



* A field recording is an audio document recorded outside of a studio. Back in the day, ethnomusicologists and cultural anthropologists would record the music, songs, stories and sounds of people and nature, many of which no longer exist. This is the reason we still have the priceless recorded voices of freed slaves, Helen Keller, early mountain and native american music and all sorts of great and nasty things.

Through the exchanges I've conducted, people have produced recordings(on minidisc recorders, tiny answering machine tape recorders, normal analog tapes and other mediums) consisting of New York Subway holiday music, trips to the Vienna opera, trash trucks in South Korea, fatal New Orleans police brutality, video game music, interviews, radio style pieces, found cassette tapes, oblivious singing in the shower, children singing songs and folks dumping metal and glass down ancient grain silos.


Email me if you are interested or have any questions!
Thanks,
Walker

The Lost Post Card Play!

Special Delivery- a postcard play by Eric Gilyard

The set: An old Victorian style parlor. Two elderly men sit in similar high backed chairs. Between them is a table with a vase of flowers and a Tiffany style lamp Stage left, there is a large wooden door with a mail slot in it.

Old Man 1: Today’s the day, you know.
Old Man 2: Yes, I know.
OM1: The new genocide law goes into effect.
OM2: I know.
OM1: Everyone over the age of 65 has got to die today.
OM2: Hard to believe people voted for that.
OM1: It was the goddamned youth vote! More people under the age of 25 voted in this election than ever before.
OM2: And look where that got us!
OM1: I wonder how they’ll do it.
OM2: I hear they’re gonna sneak up on us in our sleep.
OM1: Leave it to the government to interrupt a good night’s sleep!

They laugh until they hear a knock at the door. They look at the door, and then each other then back at the door. Two small cards are pushed through the mail slot.

OM1: Oh, It’s just the mail.
OM2: A tad earlier than usual. (Looking at his pocket watch)
OM1 gets up goes to door and collects mail
OM2: What is it?
OM1: Postcard. There’s one for you too. Hands postcard to OM2 then sits.

They both read silently.

OM1: Well, I’ll be! They certainly found an efficient way to do it.
OM2: “quick and painless” the card says...
OM1: They deliver everything else nowadays, so why not ...a poisoned postcard?

The two men slump over dead.

Curtain.