Dogs in Amsterdam are fine, but birds are boiling.
They are aggressive, sometimes merciless. They curse, they do not care. This raven cares too much, he cares so much. About his car, about his debt, his spoiled children. Lucky him, and lucky Amsterdam, nature is calling.
I have been recording videos like this while biking around the city. Seagulls, swans. Ducks are the worst and pigeons would surprise you.
In this case, if someone or something provides you with a course of action, then you have got a structure. Sound will manifest your interpretation of the story. The framing also makes it clear that I got interested in this particular bird and nothing else.
Sabina gave me this flute the other day. This wood stick with holes, holes that evade every tune. Coins for claws. And post-its for wings. Growls for words. The bird’s name is Jan and he is originally from the North.
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