It’s got a title, but this is how it is: a Darkness Box. Ursula Le Guin prefaces her story of that name by telling us of her daughter’s challenge to guess what was in a little wooden box. All the guesses were wrong. The answer, delivered with a slight lifting of the lid and ‘an unspeakably eldritch smile’ was darkness.

Here we are at Tate Modern. I reckon this big box is around the size of eight shipping containers, lined with black Fuzzy Felt. Up the ramp you go, into velvety blackness: I proceeded with caution, getting used to the low light, and enjoying the sound of it. Mixed with the everpresent hum of whatever it is that hums all the time in the turbine hall (ghosts of turbines?) you get muffled steely clanks and muted boomings, as of a subsonic wobbleboard. Never mind Jeff Koons’ inflatable rabbit – also currently at Tate Modern – let’s have a giant blowup Rolf!

It’s nice to listen in the dark to an intriguing soundworld. Francisco López, by the way, has some opinions on this. I was recording at the gloomy end, when someone more confident than me came to an abrupt halt and spoke some words into the close and holy darkness:

On the wall nearby there’s some artspeak to go with the work: be sure to read it to optimise your experience.

And underneath the whole thing, some kids thought it was great fun, swinging off the girders and dashing around. Another Tate Modern event came to mind: a Tango Nuevo evening some years ago. Under the ‘bridge’ at the bottom of the slope, couples danced. The sound of the band, muted and distanced down there, let you hear clearly the hypnotic swish of the dancers’ moves.

Pyewackett has popped up on last.fm.

Persistent bunch.

There’s also a nice Squidoo lens courtesy of Rick Wales.

I spend a couple of months of the year in London. Not being here all the time is an incentive to get out and experience the things which you always thought there’d be time to get around to when you were here all the time…

So it’s off to Greenwich, via the usual Tube and, for the first time, the Docklands Light Railway – eerily driverless, like the Toulouse metro, where you can sit up front and watch the rails snaking off to a vanishing point. Or be reminded – around Canary Wharf – of clanking up unlikely gradients and moving slowly, Hounds of Tindalos style, through outrageous angles – just like you did on the duck cars at Great Yarmouth’s Botton Bros. Funfair all those years ago… Er, yes, I still think trains are fun, and they make a joyful sound which I can’t resist recording. And recycling: here’s …the burning Thames I have to cross… which deals with various aspects of the Underground.

I made for the Royal Observatory, where I:

Then a walk to Goldsmiths’ College via the original Greenwich Village for The Large Scale Immersive Audio Experiment. John Drever (Head of the Unit for Sound Practice Research) says: ‘The project aims to raise awareness of the emerging field of 3D audio and of how modern loudspeaker technologies can deliver a precisely controlled field of coverage required to effectively portray a 3D audio soundscape.
The works will be spacialized using Illustrious’ 3D Audioscape Software platform and presented via Duran Audio’s Intellivox DSP controlled Beam Steering Loudspeakers in the open air at four corners of the College Green.’

It’s running until November 7th.

Anyone doing large scale stuff with Ambisonics?

I enjoy the particular way its timbre changes through the registers. Sometimes it has a peculiarly vocal quality: something I’m looking at in a forthcoming revision of The River Daughter, which deals with Ovid’s account of the transformation of Daphne. Zoey Pepper is the singing bassoonist who handles the nymph-to-laurel-tree scenario here: I’m revisiting the parts where the identities of voice and bassoon start to blur…

But let’s talk about wood now: one of the select pleasures of driving round the North Circular from Finchley to Walthamstow was the Shadbolt drive-by veneer-spotting moment. A door-sized sliver of exotic timber hung on the warehouse wall under a sign announcing the ‘Veneer of the Week’ , and I always looked forward to it with the anticipation of a true Timber Tragic with a limited social life.

Bubinga! Wenge! Burr Vavona! …like barbarous words of incantation, the names would roll juicily round the palate.

Satin Walnut (with sap)! Smoked Swiss Pear!

Good enough to eat.

Shadbolt’s has now moved to Braintree. Can’t be helped, but you can now enjoy them from afar.

Andrew Crawford, a gifted veneer-wrangler, once gave me for my birthday some splendidly veneered parts liberated from a ruined piano. Every now and then I get them out and sniff them. Brazilian rosewood, y’know – its perfume lingers on and leaches out via the unpolished surfaces. Never mind the potency of cheap music: the sense of smell can yank us out of the moment in a truly Proustly fashion. In my great grandmother’s room, two vials of ‘Welsh Violets’ stood on the mantel, their contents long evaporated: but an elusive trace of perfume remained, all the more evocative in its fragility.

And in between, some rehearsing with Dave O’Neill and Jon Jones for a Shortis & Simpson christmasinjuly-type Buddy Holly show (it’s The Holly & The Jivey) at Canberra’s Teatro Vivaldi…

It’s great to be getting to grips with some fine fifties tunes; and I’ll be featuring a Pixiphone solo, which should draw the crowds. On a purely personal level, it partly compensates for having to do Tinkerbell with an ocarina. See yesterday.

This week, BBC Radio 3 is running my sister Lowri’s programme Debussy’s Summer of 1912. You can listen online at www.bbc.co.uk/radio3 until the 25th. Lowri says: ‘I will be talking to musicologist Robert Orledge about Debussy’s work during this very hot and irksome summer, and pianists Roy Howat and Alasdair Beatson will be playing and talking about Jeux and the Préludes, while Peter Hill recounts the encounter in Paris between Debussy and Stravinsky, and their reading through at the piano of Stravinsky’s latest ballet score, The Rite of Spring.’

The show tours schools in the Canberra region with four performances at The Street Theatre in early August: good to be getting back into shows for kids.

And while we’re talking about kids’ shows at The Street Theatre: Chrissie Shaw with Gran’s Bag, with a cameo appearance by Baba Yaga…

And there’s a hitherto unpublished review, by Bill Stephens, of Quantum Leap’s show My Sister, My Brother in the online Canberra journal the riotACT. I wrote some music for the segment One of Us.

I’ve been recording the distinguished rhythm section of Liz Frencham (bass) and Jon Jones (drums) for a project involving Fred Smith and The Spooky Men’s Chorale in a collection of urban sea shanties. Which made a nice change from working on a chunk of sound art involving London’s most melodically inclined tube train driver – a unique intercom style – and the trains themselves, duetting with bass clarinet in a piece entitled ‘…the burning Thames I have to cross’, featured at Canberra’s M16 artspace in the exhibition The Gathering. The title alludes to the English ballad The Grey Cock aka The Lover’s Ghost – another spooky man who might have found it ‘quicker by Tube’… as they used to say in the old days, when in fact it wasn’t at all. Back then I appreciated the rattle and hum of those Northern Line trains when they did eventually turn up, reeking of warm dust and electricity, stale smoke and unidentifiable whiffs that set the reptilian brain a-thrumming…

Maintaining the range: Lynne Pilbrow’s early childhood music education project Fun Music for Little Kids is coming along nicely, providing an excellent excuse to play a lot of the studio’s instrument collection: mbira, banjo, bass clarinet, sax, ocarina, cittern, concertina, harp, zoob tube and ukulele so far.

Robi (Draco) Rosa chose the alias Ian Blake, which is interesting because it’s not a very interesting name of itself. For RDR it’s a composite monicker apparently expressing his admiration of William Blake (splendid!) and Ian Astbury of cult band The Cult.

And then there’s the mathematician, the crystallographer, the poet, the aeromodeller and the bloke who writes about magician, megabeast and mickeytaker Aleister Crowley. (Nice article on the LAM encounter: was this entity a ‘Grey’ on a trans-dimensional holiday? )

Anyway, there’s a lot of us about…

I think it was Goethe who was responsible for the ‘architecture = frozen music’ equation. Ely Cathedral turns out to be a proper drink on a stick: here’s the Lantern, a feat of mediaeval engineering inspired by the previous tower’s demise and the need to be gentle with the foundations.

More Elystuff in a Facebook album.

I’ve been travelling in England over the past couple of weeks, visiting friends and being a tourist; plus a bank holiday weekend at the Towersey Village Festival, where the cast of thousands included Hand to Mouth Theatre’s Piggery Jokery (four seasons in under an hour – cue Melbourne gags) which deals with the unfolding of Life’s cycles. And sausages. Here you see Death/Winter monstering the Droning Crone.

There’s a very imposing Green Man who comperes the show from the top of the proscenium arch.

Apart from the mythical figures, there was a host of friends who I hadn’t seen for donkey’s ears. Mind you, some of us have been around long enough to be feeling a tad mythical ourselves…