La quantité de larmes versées à Sydney par les spectateurs, le casque vissé sur le crâne, nous a convaincus, James Merry et moi, que nous étions sur la bonne voie.
I tried to imagine if my grandmother or somebody would put the headset on and they hated VR, (...) And if I would first play them Stonemilker and then Lionsong, Black Lake, and go through all the songs … by the time they would get to Notget they would be like : ‘Yeah this feels organic. This is like drinking milk.
After traveling so much, I realize how gorgeous the Internet is, bringing the home together again. So I’m looking back on a living room in the ’50s where the whole family is, but it’s modern and technological.
Everybody around me had been obsessed with the Internet for years, but the first time I could connect with it is when I could emotionally relate to the sound world that the Internet provides. There is no oxygen there, and everything is downloaded. To me, it sounds very much like your thought process, very secretive somehow. I got obsessed with that, and laptop beats. It seemed to marry very well with the whole internal world I was creating. I picked instruments that are quiet and shy and passive and peaceful : harp, celeste and music boxes.
