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RAFAEL ANTON IRISARRI

I admit it: I've never been disciplined enough to keep up with a blog. There, I've said it.

After much constant nagging (motherly instinct dear?), I've started working on this Process piece, barely enough writing to offer a glimpse...

I've been extremely isolated over the past year or so. Strangely enough, it may seem contradictory to the remote viewer - I've been "socializing" probably more than I could possible ever imagine.

Most of the times I only hear frequencies of sound emanating from people's mouths - you know - the usual yap that runs around in music circles/scenes ad nauseum: "well, my music, blah, blah, blah music, blah blah, well, I think that..."

I've decided lately to focus my attention on the sounds between words. The empty spaces so to speak - this is the area where I find myself the most comfortable.

Using only a guitar and (trusty) effect units - just a few days ago - I started composing this sound piece trying to recapture an unexpected occurrence. I tried to recreate a moment in which time stopped for a second and there was nothing except the sound of a sweet voice...No music, people, strangers, pseudo-starts, and so on...just a sense of completion. Connected, isolated, but evolved - traveling without motion - walking without ease while guided by the sounds of her voice...

rafael anton irisarri - process part 039 (walk without ease) by modyfier