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Frédéric Nogray - Buiti Binafin (Déambulation À La Lisière Du Monde) download free

Performer:
Frédéric Nogray
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Buiti Binafin (Déambulation À La Lisière Du Monde)
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Field Recording
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1 Buiti Binafin 55:19

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Limited to 100 hand numbered copies only.

…Punta Izopo is a mangrove forest located on the north coast of Honduras, in the heart of the Garifuna territory. It’s the early afternoon. We are circulating by boat and I am recording wild life sounds, though this is not the best time of day to do so, because of the heat. With the boat, we enter a little deeper inside the mangrove. There, I am able to find an open space where the tree interlacing roots create a platform wide enough to place a couple of microphones and the recorder. Then we keep rowing through the maze of canals and aerial roots. One hour later, when we come back to collect the recording equipment, I notice some crab remains near the microphones.
I listen to this recording for the first time once I am back to Paris: I close my eyes and I am immersed in the familiar soundscape of the mangrove... until I hear tiny sounds. I am guessing that a crab discovered and tested with its claws the metal stand of the mikes. Then I clearly identify the sound of the crab shell caving into the jaws of a predator. Since I have witnessed an iguana catching a crab and breaking its shell with a single jaw shot, I can easily recognize this sound...

…Nearby, Lancetilla is a botanical garden in the middle of the rainforest near the small town of Tela. It is a haven for many residing birds and a stopping place for migratory birds. The stridulations of insects and the harmonic complexity of birds’ calls form a most enjoyable pattern. I place my microphones and step behind with my headphones on. Not even one minute later, a toucan settles on a branch right in front of the microphones and begins its call while looking at me. It hops twice from one branch to another in order to get closer to the mikes. I would have thought that this type of bird would be fierce in the wild and here I find myself in front of a beautiful toucan performing a solo for me, eclipsing all birds around...

These two events are the starting points of this dreamlike composition. All sounds were field recorded on the north coast of Honduras near the Caribbean Sea during the rainy season in May 2012, then edited, assembled and mixed by Frédéric Nogray in June-July 2012.

Starring keel-billed toucan (Ramphastos sulfuratus), spiny-tailed iguana (Ctenosaura similis), blue land crab (Cardisoma guanhumi) –R.I.P.-, Golden-Mantled Howling Monkeys (Alouatta palliata palliata), Montezuma Oropendolas (Psarocolius montezuma), and many other birds, frogs and insects.

Artwork by Àkos Garai. Original picture from the “Andara Painting” série by Frédéric Nogray.

Thank you very much Àkos Garai, Marcella Perdomo, Mito and Virginia, Arturo Flores and all the Hondurian Team, and Nayla Naoufal (for translation) !
  • Pour ce projet de field recordings de la maison 3Leaves, Frédéric Nogray a pris place dans la barque de Dante, à moins que ce ne soit sur un bateau, au Honduras. « Déambulation à la lisière du monde », est-il écrit sur le disque. Je ne connais pas le Honduras mais je sais maintenant ce que peuvent remuer en nous les souvenirs des autres.Ma déambulation à moi importe, à la lisière de l'intime. Une pluie drue et c'est l'orage et le tonnerre derrière, un orage plus violent que celui sous lequel je t'ai un jour couru après. Le son a quelque chose à voir, ce son de rideau de fer qui tombe, derrière lequel tu as disparue. Il a fallu que je m'en retourne, 180 degrés et le soleil est revenu : on aurait dit les oiseaux samplés qui m'annonçaient que j'allais tout oublier.Difficile, en effet, de s'accrocher à une pluie battante, de croire qu'un bruit peut faire un bon souvenir ou qu'un son peut être une dédicace qu'on vous adresse. Ces grenouilles, amphibiens, insectes agressifs, m'atteignent-ils ? Ils ne parviennent en tout cas pas à me parler de leur existence et d'une autre réalité que la mienne. Par contre, ils trouvent en moi des chemins tortueux où ils font leurs couches. Au fond de notre mémoire, on trouve parfois des souvenirs morts à côté de bruits du bout du monde où l'on n'est jamais allé.Héctor Cabrero - Le son du grisli