Vic and I meet Greg Pritchard in Narrandera at the Cafe, which is hopping. He tells us about how quiet it is in the Salt Lake where he is making a performance. The audience will come out 5 hours in busses from the city. Half the show, he says will be this big journey from city to the most empty quiet environment that makes your ears ring in the vacuum. I mention that after a long bus journey it really takes 20 hours for your ears to unclench from the noise of travel. He will be ahead of his audience in the long curve of adapting. He takes us out to Galore, a very high bluff above the grid of the farmed land stretching out in all directions below. It is like a fractal wedge of untilled land rising above the agribiz. There is a square lookout tower of steel and tensioned rod on a concrete base capping the landmass, ranger-style. When we walk up our feet set the thing to resonating and of course Vic and I take note. We feel it in our feet, hear the ringing of the whole structure going into vibration. It is tensioned like a huge guitar. We play a duet, rhythmic, four square like the tower itself. Its cool. But later Vic really captures the spirit of the whole landscape with a solo.
Later we talk about how hard it is for people to really imagine sounds. How our thinking and memories, just like the culture as a whole, are dominated by images and visual thinking. We’ve been asking people to share their sonic spaces and memories, but Greg has brought us to a lookout. A view point. The vast visual space is indeed a huge shift and a meditation on space. And there is that great sound object, the tower!