Genevieve Von Black Music

The morning after the first storm, I wandered the landscape marvelling at the destruction wrought overnight. Something had changed in me while up all night improvising as chaos reigned around the stone cottage. Yet waves kept lapping up the remote beach as they had for ages unperturbed. They’d been there over 160 years beforehand when my ancestors were brought out to work that stolen land, and had been there for aeons before that as the locals tended Country. I felt even smaller, beholding this. I recorded the waves in their magnetic rhythm and they are part of this track I improvised in that stone cottage, Ghosts Are Speaking. https://ffm.to/ghostsarespeaking