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it was during the workshop session of acoustic taiyuan: a native soundscape project, more precisely, on aug. 2nd, 2021, that the original recording made by my grandma had been fossicked off from a m size carton of a few hundred cassettes.
as distinguished from taping one’s own unaccompanied singing, which used to be a fad and the outputs of which one would still occasionally dig out in flea fairs, this recording registers a long period of firecrackers cracking with uncontrollability that mumbles…