I’m just back from Nova Scotia and attending the first ever White Rabbit. One of the artists in residence Michael Waterman gave me a ride to Upper Economy. Remarkably despite having two audio books in our arsenal, we talked for the whole 14 hours. Michael told me some of his long distance cycling tales and we discussed all the things we find exciting about audio and such. The morning after we got to Red Clay Farm, he started to set up Radio Red Clay, we took over the airwaves and broadcast all week.
Workshops with Michael, Rita McKeough and Heather Lawson took up the first half of the week. We made theremins, carved stone, experimented with home-made instruments and explored performance with 10 of us slowly plotting our way around the farm on stepping stones. Rita gave me the courage to create my first solo performance piece called Inhale/Exhale which partially involved bringing people a km uphill through the woods to an amazing clearing of sweet ferns and a view of the sea. One of the artists Annie Briard wrote about the week and summed up many of the pieces here. Emily Jones’ piece was actually called Home Free and genuinely scared many of the participants including Emily herself as they were led a merry dance into thick forest undergrowth.
Here’s a picture of the beautiful greenhouse where I slept.

View from our bedroom
The greenhouse also housed Radio Red Clay.

Radio Red Clay
One of the highlights of the week was a glorious trip to Thomas Cove, where I fell, narrowly escaping with scrapes and bruises and got to clean out my wounds in the tropical Fundy waters. Being the target that I was for all things winged and whiney, I got a little obsessed and put together this rendition (be careful, it’s loud) of a mosquito chorus courtesy of the Red Clay residents.
Everything culminated on Saturday as we opened our doors to visitors, we had an audio jam with Michael’s band Mannlicher Carcano via Skype, jumped into the pond for White Feather’s piece, got misled in the forest by Emily, recovered on Tom’s swing, waited for dark and jumped into the pond again for Janna and Pamela’s piece, stumbled upon Michael’s feedback and light installation in the forest came back to the bonfire and the fire spectacle that burnt the first ever dowels I ever used.
Sunday, what stragglers remained braved the rickety wooden water slide that travels through the tree tops at Red Clay and spent the evening thinking of band names for Robin, Lian and Raina (Tom’s kids). The outright winner as far as I’m concerned being The Poplars.
I went on to Halifax with intentions of meeting up with Michael and getting a lift back to Montreal. In an unusually flakey humour I got my timing wrong and ended up having to bus it all the way home. On the plus side I got to see this;

which seemed all the more Nabokovian given that I was reading this.
Other good news for the week was that I heard back from DEAF that they are going to include I know you are alone tonight on their compilation CD this year.