Says two year old Rosie indignantly. Beautiful, what they pick up. We are so reliant on the Great God Google I go to search for a piece of music by note, like I could just type in a few semi-quavers. Doubtless it will come. Google Sounds. I had a friend who had a fascination for noise and collected sounds like I collect images. We'd hold enthusiastic conversations about depth, tone, colour and resonance and we both knew what we were talking about. He wandered about with a high-fidelity recorder and was forever balancing a mic on things. Listen to this freight train! He'd say. Or regale you with some good rain he found.
I was lonely and angry in Singapore for some reason or other I care not recall. But I like the way the newspaper snaps into focus in this photograph and I loved the sound of this ridiculous phone though I never heard it ring.