
“Do you want to know what it is…”
“If you killed in the matrix, you die here…”
“The body can not live without the mind…”
“Welcome to the real world…”
A couple of lines from the movie ‘The Matrix’.

Volatile sound-waves that got stuck
Text fragments are random pieces of text, without any context that are often very remarkable. Most samples here were recorded during scavenger hunts on international radio stations. You often come across the craziest statements! In general, you wouldn’t pay special attention to them, but because they are captured here and supplemented with my sound loops, I feel they start to lead a life of their own. “Volatile sound waves, that got stuck.”

“Do you want to know what it is…”
“If you killed in the matrix, you die here…”
“The body can not live without the mind…”
“Welcome to the real world…”
A couple of lines from the movie ‘The Matrix’.

“Filet mignon, wrapped in bacon.”
The sentence fits the rhythm.

“(…) shot fire evacuation explosive police disaster medical assistance crime gangs national security state of emergencies security threat SWAT screaming lock-down bomb crash (…) “
This is a fragment of a long audio clip with only random words, pronounced by a word synthesizer, that the NSA tends to monitor in our online communication. It’s from 2013 when Edward Snowden revealed NSA documents, and as a reaction people suggested to troll the NSA, for instance to add these kind of words to emails, so the NSA was misled.

“I not wanna be a part of evil!”
Alex Jones. Whát he says, and the way hów he is saying it… it feels like… the opposite?

“My dog wins,
my horse wins,
my man wins,
my woman wins
sniw namow ym
,sniw nam ym
,sniw esroh ym
,sniw god yM”
This is a sentence (normal and mirrored) from a story in which someone tells about the rat race in which everyone surpasses each other in being better than the other.

“Ok team, follow my comment. Get in position and wait for my call.”
Just two sentences, found in the computer soundfiles folder of an installed wargame.

(…) Allah’s love, my dear brothers and sisters, is due to those who love one another for the sake of Allah. Its upon us to understand this, that Allah’s love, it is due to those who love one another for the sake of Allah. And it is due to those who visit one another for the sake of a Allah. Hope the brothers are listening, those who love one another for the sake of Allah, those who visit one another for the sake of Allah. Those who meet one another for the sake of Allah. Allah’s love is due to them. (…)
This is a part of a Islamic religious narration, in English, combined with pieces in the Arabic language. As a non-religious person it’s interesting to hear this and think about questions like… what is actually said? Is it poetry or information, or is it just a tranquilizing sound? Why is this man so motivated to tell this story? And why would you listen to this?

This is kind of early experiment trying to align the created music with a number of sound samples. So, this one is more about composition and timing.

“Hi Wendy.”
“It’s so great to have you here.”
“Hi Rebecca.”
“Thank you.”
Four small sentences from a radio talkshow. Repeated in a lower pitch they become rhythmic waves.

“This is Radio Moscow. Here is the news.”
A fragment of an old recording of Radio Moscow. Until 1993, the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics broadcast radio programs worldwide in as many as 70 languages. I am old enough to remember lying in bed as a young boy, listening to longwave stations on a transistor radio and occasionally stumbling upon these broadcasts. They featured Solemn, Weighty Political pronouncements; I was too young to understand them, but I realized they were coming from far away—from behind the Iron Curtain. (More info: wikipedia)