Sonorigins
Origin |ˈɒrɪdʒɪn|
name
1 (also origins) the point or place where something begins, arises or is derived: his theory of the origin of life | the name is of Nordic origin | the terminology has its origins in America.
- a person's social background or ancestry: a family of peasant origin | a voice that betrays his Welsh origins.
2 In anatomy, the end or most fixed attachment of a muscle.
3 In mathematics, a fixed point from which coordinates are measured.
sonor [sonoris] noun
(3rd) M
sound, noise, din Noun
"My feeling is that a whole history and culture can be found in a
single sound; from its source to its destination, sound is generative of
a diverse range of experiences, while remaining specifically linked to a
given context, as a deeper and extended expressive figure of culture."
~ La Belle, Acoustic Territories.
Sound passages
The idea is to create sound passages from origins, my first sonorigin is about my own cultural background and experiences from Indonesia.
I want to create the feeling that you are traveling through space, as if you are there experiencing these scenes, as if you were moving through these environments, as in reality or as in a dream.
I like to trigger the listener's imagination by using multiple ways of stimulating the senses.
https://nies.bandcamp.com/track/sonorigins
"The city gave off the light, voluptuous perfume of all oriental cities, of nutmeg and aromatic cigarettes, coconut oil, gardenias and dried fish. From somewhere came the sound of soft crystal music, a gong and, over it, a fine chimney melody that began, stopped and began again. The music had stopped, but suddenly it started again, louder, very close. At the end of the street was a small Chinese temple, and the music was coming from inside the open door. Now that I was close by, it was no longer a single voice hanging in the air, but a strong, defined voice, made up of several different types of sound. It clashed and rang and echoed, and underneath it all was the persistent beating of drums that rose one moment to fury, and fell the next in an almost inaudible throb."
~ Colin McPhee, A house in Bali
"Inside the temple, it was cool and dark. Incense burned on the altar; along the walls were empty gaming tables, and on the cement floor beside them lay a few sleeping Chinese, dead to this world. Near the door, mats had been spread out and on them, amidst a confusion of gongs and instruments with large metal keys, sat around twenty Balinese musicians. In the shadows, the huge gongs hanging at the back of the orchestra were barely visible, but the light from the door was reflected on the small gongs at the front, arranged in horizontal rows. With serene, unified gestures, the men struck the gongs and keys with small hammers and mallets; those beside the large gongs at the back held sticks with thick, padded buttons. Only once, after a long time, did they seem to come to life, raising their hands to strike, with infinite gentleness, the pommel of the gong hanging beside them. The melody unfolded like an ancient song, low and metallic, while around it was woven an infinite counterpoint of sounds from the small gongs in front. From time to time, above the drums, floated the soft, reverberating sound of a large gong, deep and penetrating, seeming to fill the temple with a faint echo of sound."
~ Colin McPhee, A house in Bali
