tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44450996401585599832024-02-21T11:18:50.122+01:00I suoni di CembraSoCS Projecthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223273003719265866noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445099640158559983.post-39738030869621961172011-06-09T00:13:00.009+02:002011-06-09T00:25:45.567+02:00Songscape of Cembra - part II<div style="color: #45818e; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="en-US">Even if the singing is a beloved and nearly an everyday way of acoustic communication in Cembra, everything is not predictable – at all! The way to go for it spontaneously always leaves space for new surprises.</span></div><div style="color: #45818e; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
<span lang="en-US">After eating a pizza and watching the film from Finland, we still wanted to enjoy the quiet night and a glass of wine in the pizzeria terrace. The customers were playing musical jokes from the jukebox and singing with their childhood memories inside the restaurant. </span> </div><div style="color: #45818e; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #45818e; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="en-US">Martino had his </span><span lang="en-US"><i>tromba</i></span><span lang="en-US"> in its case with him and started a free rhythmic, and for that reason a melody that sounded a little absent-minded. The singers joined him - gradually but daringly. </span> </div><span style="color: #45818e;"> </span><br />
<div style="color: #45818e; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="en-US">Later in the evening the two groups from inside and outside joined together for an imaginative jam session.</span></div><div style="color: #45818e; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="en-US">So much for the background now: Listen to the atmosphere that speaks for itself!</span></div><div style="color: #45818e; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
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<span lang="en-US">Martino now concentrates on practicing different scales with his</span><span lang="en-US"><i> tromba</i></span><span lang="en-US"> and developing his skills as an improviser. And discovering new instruments.</span><br />
This time a friend from Switzerland had left Martino a four meter long alphorn to practice with. A right kind of blowing created a massive reverberation in the echoing stone walled room. No matter it was nearly midnight we got a collective idea – to expand our acoustic territory a little. </div><div lang="en-US" style="color: #45818e; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
Quiet night is the best moment to test how sensitively the mountain slopes of Cembra valley would repeat the sound of the horn. Summer was already far, the trees in the landscape already very green and bushy.</div><div lang="en-US" style="color: #45818e; margin-bottom: 0cm;">The horn was carried out to the balcony. A meaningful silence. A blast. And we could hear at least five different, long lasting reflections answering from the surrounding slopes. Mountains had spoken. Madonna!</div><div lang="en-US" style="color: #45818e; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #45818e; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="en-US">In May 2011 we had an opportunity to see and listen together the singing videos shot in Finland. The recordings also proved the fact that what is good for the eye can be…hmmm…at least interesting for the ear and for the process to produce harmonies. We visited Akka- and Ukko-Koli in the +300 meters high hill peaks in Northern Carelia under the beautiful, bright early spring sunshine. The shiny and soft snow did not reflect the sounds at all – probably wanted to keep them all as a memory!</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #45818e; margin-bottom: 0cm;">In <span lang="en">these two examples we hear chickens clucking and the sound of a fountain.</span><br />
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</div><div style="color: #45818e; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=4445099640158559983" name="result_box"></a><span lang="en">While returning from the soundwalks on 14</span><sup><span lang="en">th</span></sup><span lang="en"> May the pupils of Cembra´s Scuola Media recorded some questions for Dollar and now they are eagerly waiting for answers and questions in return.</span></div><div lang="en" style="color: #45818e; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #45818e; margin-bottom: 0cm;">“<span lang="en">Why the village is called Dollar?” (guesses were that perhaps there is so much money..?)</span></div><div lang="en" style="color: #45818e; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
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The pupils of Cembra´s Scuola Media took part in the sound preference test as well as pupils of Strathdevon Primary School in Dollar. They filled out forms about the sounds they like and dislike and some of them had a chance to interview their own parents. The other questions were:<br />
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</div><div style="color: #45818e; margin-bottom: 0cm;">On Thursday 12<sup>th</sup> and Saturday 14<sup>th</sup> May the pupils of Scuola Media made listening walks and recorded some interesting sounds around the school yard, for example a tractor passing by, the rural soundscape of Cembra and the church bells ringing.</div><div style="color: #45818e; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
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<span style="color: #45818e;">Already a good while before 7 o’clock a mechanical, repetitive sound steels my sleepy attention. A telephone or an alarm clock? Neither yet. I’m too tired to check all the machines of the house that might cause this demanding sound. Only when standing up I can listen to this intruder from another angle and hear another higher tone of this repetitive rhythm. It forms an interval - minor third. A cuckoo singing good morning!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #45818e;">The morning stress caused by the misinterpretation disappears and drops me back to dreaming and remembering our listening walk to the wine fields the previous day. The steep mountain slopes were an acoustic reign of the clear sounding blackbirds and cuckoos. This is often remembered also by many residents of Cembra. One reason they - like me - miss this restful haven?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #45818e;">Noora</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #45818e; text-align: center;">Getting a sounding lift back from our listening walk in the wine fields in the bed of a tractor.</div><br />
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</div><div style="color: #134f5c; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Today we tried to record this amusing morning ceremony but unfortunately the dog stayed silent. Perhaps it had gone out for a morning walk or just didn´t feel like singing today.</div><div style="color: #134f5c; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #134f5c; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Viika Sankila</div><div style="color: #134f5c; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
This is the sound that woke us up today:</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #45818e; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="en-US">In May 2011 we have arrived to listen to Cembra again. This is the first visit for Viika and seventh time for Noora to this village. From this day on you can read our impressions from Cembra as well as the notions of the pupils in medium school of Cembra. </span> </div><div style="color: #45818e; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="en-US">Later everybody living or visiting Cembra is free to send stories, photos or recordings to this blog. </span> </div><div style="color: #45818e; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #45818e; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="en-US">Greetings from sunny, softly echoing and lively Cembra! </span></div><div style="color: #45818e; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
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<span style="color: #45818e; font-size: x-small;"> Picture by Noora Vikman</span>SoCS Projecthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223273003719265866noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445099640158559983.post-92648730701513622011-04-07T15:09:00.005+02:002011-05-11T16:37:35.201+02:00Lavanderia in Cembra<div style="color: #45818e;">As well as a place to clean the football uniforms of the youngsters from Cembra and nearby villages, the laundry is a social meeting place for the women –just as the wells had been before. Many women popped in just to chat awhile with Luigina. It is mazing how many ciaos one living above the lavanderia could hear during a day.<br />
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<span style="color: #45818e;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;"> Picture by Noora Vikman</span></span>SoCS Projecthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223273003719265866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445099640158559983.post-30308623035151197522011-04-07T14:58:00.004+02:002011-05-05T18:18:07.264+02:00In the forest hut<div style="color: #45818e;">One Sunday afternoon in autumn 1999 Franco’s baita is full of friends. Between drinking their homemade wine and eating castanas and raw minced meat, the whole group sings polyphonic songs from their huge repertoire. A dog is barking outside, madly hunting a little lizard.<br />
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