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Luc Ferrari #18 – You would only come across Roman beauties in the fields of Musique Concrete and the next street

You would only come across Roman beauties in the fields of Musique Concrete and the next street.
The cull and the manipulation of German radio stations in 1970
Confidence of deceleration and acceleration, then walking down an accordion, and that I wanted to design a scale model of the labyrinth
One’s thinking in a grain of rice be underground
Starting from the Game of Autobiographies
The sounds were collected like a European city… so many things to explain.
 

– Scott Sandwich

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Luc Ferrari #17 – The night where I was born

The night where I was born
It seems strikes are on the way
There are moments of colour, from the tree branches dressed by their association with undisciplined patterns, sliding over antique rains.
That’s the game of seduction.

The night where I was born, I’m enjoying a sandwich and a coke
Is it music or the acoustic phenomenon?
Where there is a main astroport, and the most difficult of mathematical problems in the fields of musique concrete and bits of equipment with I, the presence of the composer, and mosquitoes in the heat…
So in order not to muddle, dedicated to experimentations in a craftsman of the trap, something of a common thread, the cult and the manipulation of – more in a playful spirit than with – several elements remaining throughout…
I was born

– Scott Sandwich

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Luc Ferrari #16 – The so-called red period

The so-called red period is about a kind of sensuousness – hanging all the way down from the message of a young girl. Yet knowing that, when we speak, it’s far from easy to explain oneself… but not all the way.
Because there were so many cowboy commercials, together with their assistants, my compositions from the 1960s were handed to me in some inexplicable way. Every time.
I live in the City of the Future.

– Scott Sandwich

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Luc Ferrari #15 – Very small obstinate use of time

Very small obstinate use of time
The factory, the restaurant, roughly the first period of my life
And that particular power, an attempt to describe a safe trip to Santa Fe
Who knows
Transformed, edited and reproduced
And it’s much better
And more difficult than frictions
The impression of everyday life
of Manhattan
of J’ai mon tres grand tort
Coloured bits of metal
And I was saying “Hello Sir” to the attending composer at La Muse en Circuit in the landscape
Turning left on the quay, I had only photographic close ups
Very small

– Scott Sandwich

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Luc Ferrari #14 – Walk around, and play football while contemplating…

Walk around, and play football while contemplating what part of your day was of Gothic style. Worked for me.
I first became aware of Manhattan evolving in time when I was swinging like that.
For example, between seriousness and derision, more difficult than frictions.
It was a flat landscape. Day after day I had to cross paths with the portable tape recorder. The composers seem to be doing just fine anyway.
So I took the golden past, growing but roughly only for the first period of time. I was in front of the secondhand sky, bursting heavily through. (I could see some clouds)
Sometimes everything appears during a period in which I observe society.
I learned what it means to attempt to describe the Horspeile – she would always choose the work composed with words… me, without.
I produced my first Etudes in the City because the city of another institution had been lost already. But I went back to get it
I redo the lost recording
The silence of the road

– Scott Sandwich

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Luc Ferrari #13 – I was on a boat sailing to work, on rue Rollin (etc)

I was on a boat sailing to work, on rue Rollin (etc)
With the intention of delivering a message,
Entails an evident relationship
Some things are very close
The only difference is that I never understood
Well, I shouldn’t have.
Anyway, that’s the game of seduction.

Holding my microphone, turning other domains outside the studio.
Humans live underground. There had been a… I don’t know… acoustical phenomenon? Music, or acoustical phenomenon in a space of complicity.
I shouldn’t have.
At the very least with formalism in mind, sounds of the heat wave were hidden in the energy passing from and against windmills. Otherwise, what is the point?
Though windmills don’t work that way.
Almost nothing isn’t nothing.

– Scott Sandwich

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Luc Ferrari #12 – I would be equally exasperated if…

I would be equally exasperated if ein Blick der fließt and the silver planes of Saint-Lazare in a dispassionate way in certain cases, especially mine. On August 22, 1900, my grand can’t open the trunk either,” I say against windmills… rather with the Hörspiel. This went on for months, but I always wanted to catch  the same as when we left from I was trying to denounce.

We load our luggage. I sided with Hell.

He has led an unusual life as the rainbow of soft – explain the different peri real-time, and so as one car every hour, it’s OK. Musique Concrete. All limp, her main concern, her skin was glowing, the traders, her hair was like phoric batteries. I will at – mainly concern energy through her eyes (here they are, vivid) and they play with reality, starting from me.

I’m exaggerating.

– Scott Sandwich

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