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Audio piece consisting of microphone intrusions, bad singing, sporadic moaning and half-hearted humming. Concentrating on the minute, the hereto insignificant, those tiny moments. On the surface Solar Plexus accomplishes nothing. Once submerged, though, all you'll need to breathe are ear plugs. In and out of claustral spaces. The inside of a boiling pot, of a fire out of control, of a sleeping bag in the summer heat, of a mother in an elevator reciting poetry, of an ear plug in fear of an alarm, of a loud headphone forest walk, of a ... The insound of an inside. These soundscapes of internal spaces are connected by blinks. Blinks coming from your ears. Solar Plexus is composed of three sections: Blinks, Thresholds, and Crawls. It is further divided into boils, fires, fountains, suffocations, swallows, descents, and pain directives (amongst others). BLINKS THRESHOLDS CRAWLS
recordings from Montréal, Geneva, Bay of Fundy, Laurentians, Innsbruck. voices: Tammy, Gen, Martha, Ed, Sarah, Becky, Stewart, Bruce, Liam, Pierre, cab driver, singing group on safely landed plane. thanks to Bryan, Martha, Bruce. produced at PRIM Studios in Montréal, 1993-1994.
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