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  <mediatype>audio</mediatype>
  <identifier>zero008r</identifier>
  <type>sound</type>
  <publicdate>2004-03-03 16:23:20</publicdate>
  <creator>Rinus Van Alebeek</creator>
  <description>Snippets of everyday life with a strange and weird warmth. Beyond field recordings, Rinus punches holes through the fabric of time. Recorded in  in Berlin, Dresden, and Wuppertal, Germany. Rinus is an itinerant writer-sound collector, currently residing in Italy in a small village with no phone nor internet.</description>
  <licenseurl>http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd-nc/1.0/</licenseurl>
  <date>2003-03-00 00:00:00</date>
  <collection>zeromoon</collection>
  <title>Rinus Van Alebeek - Kulissen Abriss [zero008r]</title>
  <uploader>info@zeromoon.com</uploader>
  <addeddate>2004-03-03 16:23:20</addeddate>
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  <pick>0</pick>
  <runtime>20 minutes</runtime>
  <updatedate>2004-11-09 13:40:28</updatedate>
  <updater>zeromoon</updater>
  <notes>&lt;i&gt;"Van Alebeek's disk is an interesting combination of site recordings and philosophy. Recorded earlier this year in Berlin-Dresden-Wuppertal it opens with a triptych of short pieces that sound like someone driving around hearing fireworks  there are bangs, whizzes, some crowd noises and a terminal 'wow'. The second track has a motor humming, steps and an interference buzz, some crowds and then a woman (Barbara Gessner) reads a letter about recordings and then disgust at their country's war mood (the US?). A softer male voice reads the same a little delayed. There are big noises, a tram, and another. Some radios and more fireworks and finally a park with birds, talking and a radio playing something Middle Eastern. In a large space someone gives a talk, almost understandable, as buckets clatter and things scrape in the distance. The woman again, saying existence and aesthetic meaningfully, a piano plays quite extensively. Moving in another large space, a woman speaks German, there is chittering, banging, distant singing and tapping on the mike. And finally a man talking about senses, everything we are surrounded by caring for us, society and music taking us to the gates of hell, as traffic pasess."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;- &#13;
&lt;a href="http://ampersandetc.virtualave.net/ampv2003_h.html"&gt;Ampersand Etcetera  2003_h&lt;/a&gt;</notes>
  <taper>Rinus Van Alebeek</taper>
  <public>1</public>
  <subject>Found Sounds</subject>
  <publisher>Rinus Van Alebeek</publisher>
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