Absolutely Miles Away …too many clouds, too little time…

postcard three

a rush of rash hours spent encased between layers of soundproofing between vast hills swaddled in low cloud and green grass, drowning in a wave of sound…

er…testing… testing…?

ps, no drowning allowed. not even to sound.

Ooh! Does this mean you are finally recording yourself reading to us?!

[Sorry, couldn’t resist. :)]

HOORAY!

This brings back fond memories of recording with the London Symphony Orchestra when I was younger at a (now demolished) studio next to the old Wembley Stadium.

Nostalgia. Thanking you. x

colin: loud and clear. point duly noted, although this was more metaphorical…

ani: sadly not! this microphone belongs to a studio near Rochdale and was used in musical ways… not monotonous! :)

andophiroxia: ooh, why the celebration?

anne: ah, some memories and nostalgia and taughtening the threads of time…

I like the idea of being drowned in a wave of sound, swept away, powerless, smiling as I’m dragged under.

Bohémienne: oh, yes. sometimes, that is all one can wish for.