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I’d
start a walk and keep going until it was light. Listening to a worm
nest. I, eventually, would step over almost every street in this city.
I kept doing it more and more starting to build up a database of experiences,
images, sounds, temperatures, eeries, peculiars, badgers, locked gates,
nude students, rooms lit by late night television, everything up to
the lumbering way that a brontosaurus motorway flyover stands grumbling.
Sometimes I encountered a powerful frieze or tableaux other times
a chaotic front passing across the city ...and the intersecting events,
whooping an’ crashing, moments that deflect the dark calm off
course. Everything you would expect arriving unexpectedly. That’s
what the city night has to offer. I made my body move through, collecting
senses, gathering data and structuring the night-time routine in all
its variations. Over time I was discovering new themes: Film Noir,
Vinyl Records, The Tubular Ear, Bogeymen, Basements or the Architecture
of Holes, Moles, Worms, Disorientation and Anti -Cartography... sub
categories and processes. Later and later on I spent the night’s
time walking lines across the city drawing up plans for my radio world
that could raise glorious gothic architecture on these foundations.
My radio world that could be built on these industrial estates, in
the cabs of these lorries that thunder past, in the vestries of these
monolithic churches, in the morose rooms of those teenagers after
bath, after dusk, after kisses.
