Damian Castaldi: In Pekina We Bark

Abstract

During the early summer of 2001 I'm sitting near a dusty road winding through the wheat belt of the Flinders Ranges. Flies hunt me down as the wind, wheat, birds and dogs ride on the breeze. The heat is dry and hot and the shady verandah of the old stone dance hall cradles all. Across the road the one and only neighbour's dog barks contentedly. Eleven people live in Pekina and only six remain. The closer I get the louder the bark. The wind and fences, the movement inside the hall, the empty ruins and sheds, the farms, pub, church and road are all amix with their own sound. I am a stranger to this world at this time and there is music in the hall. The doors are open and we play. Local sounds/keyboard improvisations/Hi-Hats and post-GeolEdit 'time stretching' are some elements used (all original recordings by sodacake). Show more