Unearthings

the cuckoo comes in april he sings his song in may in the middle of june he changes his tune and july he flies away sharon sanderson - voice, and field recordings made in woodland near minsmere, suffolk robert sanderson - guitar & gramophonics

The dark night is over and a new day begins... sharon sanderson - field recordings (Kelling Heath) robert sanderson - atmospherics

They that go down to the sea in ships, and occupy their business in great waters; These men see the works of the Lord, and his wonders in the deep. For at his word the stormy wind ariseth, which lifteth up the waves thereof. They are carried up to the heaven, and down again to the deep. Their soul melteth away, because of the trouble. They reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man, and are a...

An audio snapshot of Berlin

Darkness falls over Wuffinga-land, and an autumnal day comes to a close. Chieftains sleep forever in their buried ships, and Mrs. Edith Pretty consults the spirits, while Basil Brown, trowel in hand, scrapes away the soil of centuries. Sharon's on a patch of heathland recording the rutting red deer, before she realises that the beaten tracks have dissolved into the darkness, and she's now lost. Sh...

A nocturnal set of music and incidental soundscapes designed to be listened to under the stars 1. gloaming 2. the nighttime is the best time of the day (finnish tango) 3. through the woods 4. music for bat detector & gramophone 5. the souls of unbaptised children wander the skies tonight sharon sanderson - field recordings & bat detectors robert sanderson - atmospherics & instruments all tracks by...

music for two nightingales and an ersatz cello sharon sanderson - field recordings robert sanderson - ersatz cello f. scott fitzgerald reading the first verse of ode to a nightingale by john keats nightingales recorded at westleton heath in suffolk

recorded early one morning in springtime at buckenham marshes near norwich sharon sanderson - field recordings robert sanderson - atmospherics

This is from a series of scratchy, glitchy, low-fi podcasts we produced a few years ago. Although February is often the harshest month of winter, there's always the promise of better times ahead. It's the most schizophrenic time of the year - a time of snowstorms and snowdrops, sap rising and earth freezing, of Valentines and Lenten fasting, of optimism and resignation. Remember man, that thou art...

A compline for jackdaws and rooks, recorded at Buckenham in Norfolk. sharon sanderon - field recordings robert sanderson - gramophonics & samples

Low tide, and the stunted remains of a Bronze Age timber circle poke through the sand. A herd of curlews take to the air just above the surface of the water, and land a few yards away. A parcel of oystercatchers go about their business among the peat outcrops. Just over there, inside another timber circle, a body lies under the sky in the roots of an inverted oak, waiting for gulls and crows to pl...

An audio snapshot of an area of Newcastle down near the Quayside, watched over by the kittiwakes that nest under the Tyne Bridge, and on the balconies of the Baltic contemporary art gallery. sharon sanderson - field recordings robert sanderson - singing, guitar & atmospherics

Over the centuries the nightingale has flown in and out of the English national psyche, and its song has been an inspiration for musicians and poets throughout the ages. One of the cultural myths concerning the bird involved it jamming along to a cellist during a series of live recordings broadcast by the BBC, though it now seems likely that the corporation used the skills of a siffleur to imperso...

recorded by sanderson & sanderson a soundscape based on a derelict nuclear weapon testing site on the Suffolk coast blue danube big bertha brown bunny blue peacock blue fox blue hare blue steel blue water green bamboo green granite purple granite short granite orange herald violet club pixie knobkerrie sea slug red beard red snow yellow sun blue danube (code names for atomic weapons research proje...

The music is the landscape, and the landscape is the music, and we’re all tied to it by our shared history... Unearthings is a series of transmissions inspired by the changing seasons and changing landscape of East Anglia, drawing on poetry, prose, found texts and field recordings.

We navigated by stars, charted our course by constellations, carried cargo on the German Ocean from Lubek to Lynn and fished for herring and cod in the cold north waters. We lined up with the church towers as we pulled into port, and carved our crude ships on the pillars in the nave - votive scratchings as we listened to long sermons for the saints and the hammer-beam angels to intercede for us, a...

A fanfare and field recording made during the red deer rutting season on Westleton Heath in Suffolk

A summer nocturne, with the strange primeval churring of a nightjar, and a couple of muntjacs barking into the darkness.

A dawn chorus recorded at Kelling Heath in North Norfolk sharon sanderson - field recordings robert sanderson - atmospherics & toy piano

A winter afternoon on the marshes, with the temperature falling and the light fading, and rooks and jackdaws returning to roost. Sharon Sanderson - field recordings Robert Sanderson - samples, atmospherics and voice

sharon sanderson - bat detector and field recordings robert sanderson - gramophonics and keyboards

A field recording made by Sharon on Westleton Heath in Suffolk one evening in May.

A collection of observations and lies, broadcast to mark so- called Freedom Day. How did we let this happen? It was the strangest of times that long furloughed season when the days and weeks melted into one-another, towns and cities went into lockdown, and entire countries came to a standstill. We stayed at home, we stayed alert, we clapped in the streets on Thursday evenings, we stood six feet ap...

A summer's day in deepest darkest East Anglia, and a record of the changing physical and sonic landscapes of the countryside. It's an area of ghost airfields, buried history, and vast wide open fields under a vast wide open sky. Transcription of larksong by Professor Walter Garstang. Voices - Mr. William Aldred, an 80 year-old farmhand, recorded in 1936 Professor H. C. Wyld (reading an extract fro...

It was a Sunday in mid-May. We were in Suffolk, listening to a cuckoo in a wood near a nuclear power station, and the time seemed to stand still. On our way home, we stopped by a patch of heathland, and were serenaded for more than an hour by a pair of nightingales, who were drowning out the sound of the military aircraft that were rumbling overhead. It was a clear evening. There was a sundog befo...