This post marks a new chapter for curiaudio. After a 12-year hiatus from radio (aside from the occasional cameo appearance), I am returning to my roots in community radio and have embarked on a series of documentaries for Voice of Bonne Bay (95.9FM, 98.1FM in beautiful Gros Morne National Park), and worldwide on www.vobb.org. The…
The earth is an Indian thing said Kerouac, in Mexico, full of desert and staring eyes. And it is. In the way this island has been danced upon from before time. We are all but visitors here. Feel the earth tremble. CLICK TO LISTEN TO THE RECORDING
No poetry today. Perhaps the sounds of my girls is poetry enough. In lieu of poetry, though, a comment: this is my 100th post on what began as a gift to an audiophile friend when our daughters were born. Ale had challenged me to use my microphone to listen deeply to the world; eight years…
The song he sang: the woman who rocks her child, and then her man. Who will rock the woman? CLICK TO LISTEN TO THE RECORDING
The paint on her toes, curled against the cold, unearths me. How it begins. This winter light. She has: a dish to sell, and red soil ground into the fold of a letter. Her toes, curled against the cold. She gives me her name. Two bags that hold a spoon for bread, her smile, wide…
This peak that keeps drifting in and out of the clouds. Each flake that lands stays, layers into history. Freeze, thaw. The constant motion of things. Wilderness, and this life we carve into it. CLICK TO LISTEN TO THE RECORDING
(Thanks to Curiaudio follower Tara Bryan for submitting this found sound from Newfoundland’s west coast!) CLICK TO LISTEN TO THE RECORDING
Thunder calls me from the dishes last night’s arguments dissolving in bubbles to the door. Open it: the world comes alive. Silver sky, wet earth, the great pause as the heat breaks. The leaves fidget, the dog fidgets, the baby fidgets in sleep. Then a ripple across the sky. I close my eyes and…
