In memory of my father

Following sound file was one of my first recordings I made on a “real” cassette tape recorder. It is my father holding a lecture about electricity, what it is and how it is made. The lecture is all in Icelandic. It was recorded in Skálholtsskóli (dormitory school) during the winter 1977 – 1978 where I studied this glorious winter. Many of my recordings this winter can be listen at this website.
My father, Bergur Jónson (b. 16.4. 1934 – d. 28.9.2011), was an electrician engineer so it was easy for him to explain for 15-25 years old students about electricity. At that time he was working as a engineer at Landsvirkjun but that company has build many hydro power plants since 1966.
Following picture shows me lie on my father´s back at 17th of Oktober 1963 at my second birthday.
I hereby publish this lecture in memory of my loved father who died sadly of cancer 77 years old last September.

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Download mp3 file two.

Ocean of words

There are many sound bloggers I regularly visit. One of them is Des Coulam´s “Soundlandscapes´ Blog”. What he writes in the blog is often very informative. But he also makes very nice Binaural street recordings. Something I have tried many times, but just seldom be satisfied with, because I have always been disturbed by many things during recording.
In a small community like Iceland – Reykjavik where everybody knows everyone I am usually disturbed after some minutes with someone who knows me or I knows. Just an “ordinary street recording” can therefore be as difficult to record as many nature recordings with extreme situation.
In 17th of June 2011 at Iceland´s independents day I tried something different than Binaural setup. I planed to use a blimp on boom to record in many places in Reykjavik. I thought if I used this highly visible items some of the people who knew me would not disturb me. But it looks even more difficult to record with this setup. Many people now stopped, even foreign tourists, looked at me, and asked: “Where is the camera?” or “What are you doing”?
But in one place in town center, in Austurstæti I could record ocean of words without being disturbed in at least 20 minutes.

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