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Festival de San Juan
Bang. Rip. Zoom. Bop. Since I arrived the streets have been littered with casings of street sold fireworks and other explosives, most of which are distributed to children under the age of 10. But, unlike the typical American child, who, unsatisfied with the distant relationship they have with there packed gunpowder, decide that fireworks may be more amusing if lit in your hand, these young Spaniards are responsible pyromaniacs, at least as much as responsibility and mania can be smashed together.
It can be said, that during the day of San Juan, as well as the 4 preceding days, there is one, city-wide, ongoing act of little terrorisms, that, if translated to U.S. color coding, would reach at least level ORANGE. These rookie transgressors, will not hestitate to disturb that quotidian tourist moment when passing by there make-shift hideouts and bunkers. Soon after, following their youthful compatriots the teens, adults, and elders take to the streets.
I did not take any photos of the actual Fiesta de San Juan, partly in fear of getting my camera stolen, but more from considering that this event, this spectacle, was created for that sole purpose. That is, to be documented either in memory, or by photo, or by sketch, in its entirety, and thus, forming a solid image of the community of Barcelona. But I realize, that all the images recorded, by whatever device, will be so alike, that it would be a challenge to differentiate one person's experience from the next's. In these moments, where your perspective of an event, somehow blends into a collective perception, I will always choose to leave my camera at home, and to recommend to those whose interest the story captures, that they see for themselves Barcelona on the longest night of the year.
Sounds:
Morrocan Drummers (in collaboration with out of rhythm Barcelonian local)
Barcelonian Drum Troupe
Boli-Ecuadorean Folk Songs (Pan-Flute, Guitar)
It can be said, that during the day of San Juan, as well as the 4 preceding days, there is one, city-wide, ongoing act of little terrorisms, that, if translated to U.S. color coding, would reach at least level ORANGE. These rookie transgressors, will not hestitate to disturb that quotidian tourist moment when passing by there make-shift hideouts and bunkers. Soon after, following their youthful compatriots the teens, adults, and elders take to the streets.
I did not take any photos of the actual Fiesta de San Juan, partly in fear of getting my camera stolen, but more from considering that this event, this spectacle, was created for that sole purpose. That is, to be documented either in memory, or by photo, or by sketch, in its entirety, and thus, forming a solid image of the community of Barcelona. But I realize, that all the images recorded, by whatever device, will be so alike, that it would be a challenge to differentiate one person's experience from the next's. In these moments, where your perspective of an event, somehow blends into a collective perception, I will always choose to leave my camera at home, and to recommend to those whose interest the story captures, that they see for themselves Barcelona on the longest night of the year.
Sounds:
Morrocan Drummers (in collaboration with out of rhythm Barcelonian local)
Barcelonian Drum Troupe
Boli-Ecuadorean Folk Songs (Pan-Flute, Guitar)
Horiz0ntality
“My point of departure is a horizontal approach to composition, which facilitates my mindset, before the various stages of implementation that leads to creation. This sense of direction and the related awareness enables a plane that is wide-open for endless prospects. I think that a language, parallel to this plane is a flexible one that I can improve via the many influences the world of sound has to offer. When the structure of this language becomes individual in form, than there comes about the true pleasure of organizing sound”. -Cem Guney
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