The apiarist

Staring at sound, see how it falls apart when it slows down. Drums become long lasting vowels and strings organic rythms where all counting is lost. Fibonacci's extracted root brings the next pace in. Recording wind, trees murmuring, my digestive system and sampling from anywhere. Thoughts turn into a library of sound. Soundscapes and quirky recordings, tuning reversed trucks to stringorchestra's, sometimes easily accessible sometimes haunting and emotional they are layed out here for your pleasure. Loads of multilayered drumloops made by, and with friends out of sounds and squeeks that were glued together. A honeycomb build with the patience of a medieval monk. Some of these scapes were used in films, modern dance and art performances. Some is resting on the shelf waiting to be heard. As you'll have guessed by now I do some sound engineering and sonology too. Contact my many bodied Georgie B's (offcourse that pronounces as bees) chatterbox for more info. www.myspace.com/beemaster