Nature-Symphony Prelude 2
— Song of anguish — memorial to Alexei Navalny
Basic details
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Instrumentation — Part of field recording of a solo 8-tube metal wind chime, deployed in four layers.
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Original field recording location / date:
- 24 February 2017, high up on north side of Teign Gorge, Drewsteignton, Devon, UK.
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Processing — The layers were processed as follows (all of them given a back-of-cathedral acoustic):
- Layer 1: Half-speed and thus an octave below original
- Layer 2: Speed reduction to reduce pitch to an octave plus a major third below original
- Layer 3: Speed reduction to give pitch reduction of an octave plus two major thirds
- Layer 4: Same speed reduction as Layer 3, but pitch reduced by another major third, making it two octaves below original.
I give some more specifics about the recordings, chimes used, and the subsequent processing, on my Freesound page for the work.
- Layer 1: Half-speed and thus an octave below original
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Distinguishing features — This is arguably the most intense work that I've yet produced — the effect coming from the crazily potent intervals and chords that the particular chime (Davis Blanchard Twilight) gives out: a potent mix of augmented triad, minor major seventh, minor triad, major seventh, and a poignant repeating descending minor second (semitone), and the augmented triads multiplied considerably by the major-third difference between each layer and its neighbours.
So, here we have a complex wall of sound, seething with dissonances that are always resolving or somehow morphing into consonant intervals, and which comes to a searing climax as we approach the end — an almost undignified fade-out then following.
In terms of its subtext, this work is a distinct parallel to De Profundis Clamavi — A Cry from the World, which I composed in 2001 following the '9/11' outrage — though the sound of the two works is worlds apart. I'd started assembling this work just before Alexei Navalny's apparent assassination, and wondering whether I could really use such a dense and unremitting piece, and then I suddenly had a precisely matching focus for the work, which made complete sense of it.