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Sound for you, sounds for me.
Thank you for listening. ** * *
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** Lobos Creek

Final walk together, beginning in the Richmond on Geary St.
Ate dim sum for lunch, some dumplings. Saw two baby owls in a tree.
Visited a toy store,
a hardware store,
a backroom aquarium fish dealer,
a grocery store,
a balloon
shop.
Red- winged blackbirds in the park guard two women playing dominoes.
Along a short portion
of the above-ground creek: massive construction projects,
calalilies, crows. Arriving at Baker Beach
the sand sucks our
feet down,
a white & black dog taunts us with a stick,
the creek dribbles
into the ocean,
fluctuating with the tide.
** Bushy Dell Creek

Following the creek from
Piedmont Park to
Lake Merritt
requires traversing stark contrasts
and suburban spread.
In Piedmont Park the creek bubbles greedily
through a redwood valley,
this has all been pruned and
preened
by settlers.
I eat some olives. Down
past Grand Lake Theater and to the lake,
an abundance of music and curious passersby.
Geese and church bells dot
the sonic landscape, joyous
and jumping.
The lake acts as a huge satellite dish, reflecting and refracting sound.
** Coyote Hills

The landscape is gargantuan,
yawning and fuzzy with
marsh brush.
Every Bird Ever is here, flapping in the water,
hiding in the cattails,
singing in the oaks.
The flat lagoon offers exponential detail
of sound, point the shotgun mic any which way,
and you can hear: a goose fight,
dozens of goldfinches crowded on a branch,
ducks lamenting the ruckus,
turkeys patrolling the perimeter,
gulls lost at land,
falcons on the hunt.
Drag yourself up the hills and be swallowed by wind
and golden grasses.
The salt pools below wink and ripple, the Dumbarton Bridge
pulls a never-ceasing line of traffic westward. Sounds of children playing & snatches of music remind:
birds aren’t the only ones who sing.
Someone returns to the field, the light is very clear.
** Pinole

Walking along a culverted section
of the creek,
a violin twists itself
through the landscape,
escaping total erasure by the traffic or dog barking.
A rooster fascinates our group, we remain poised by his fence for
at least ten minutes.
The drone
of planes and
motorcycles
is inescapable
and becomes
a comforting lull.
A classmate buys a head of cabbage at the grocery store.
Human sounds are inescapable and inevitably bleed into every recording.
** Alameda Creek

Trains call
to one another
across the suburban sprawl,
aching and lonesome on their solitary tracks.
Their passing
is rhythmic,
a band of drummers patrolling
the neighborhood.
Ping pong balls
and
bored residents lead to fantastic sonic moments,
layering
and oscillating.
I buy a Coke and tacos at a truck, squeeze lemon into the bottle, drink it sitting in the grass.
Furious dogs guard a junkyard,
where a far-off radio airs phone calls and music.
** Wildcat Creek

Forgot my SD card this week...
Made do with a stereo recording app on my phone.
Enjoy these bird sounds.
** Codornices Creek

One of our first soundwalks,
we traverse familiar territory.
In some areas, the creek is worshipped, in most it’s underground, replaced with a stream of concrete.
I’m not sure which extreme I prefer.

Cornelius Cardew, Treatise (1963–1967) & unicorn symbol










