“loren chasse places his ear to the earth and becomes a microphone… hands on stones, stones against stones, a cymbal, dust blown, a strum, earth sounding, earth turning, leaves, wind, tones, drones, moments fading in, fields fading out, something from another atmosphere, something as another music, not music of the spheres, but this sphere, a music of the earth rolling, like a cloud floats, like blades of grass walked upon, with gentle tones droning, the music of dirt, the music of dust, the moving back and forth in wind, tones ringing, and more tones ring, quietly, strings are plucked as though moved by wind, and then breeze, and pause, and begin again, in another place.
here, sounds move like rolling a coin along the ground on its edge – simple, gentle, yet full of wonder… music at its most tactile nature, quietly rubbing dirt clods in your hands until dust… drift, a whole lot of drift, of small crackling presences, clear wind, field recordings of unknown activities, and tones again but this time more present – more music, and then a feeling like sagebrush rolling in wind, desolate, and then the tones return, and there are all these moments when desolate becomes beauty. there are shifts and also stillness…
we are told we are on a footpath, but even more so, we are submerged inside of an ear-path, where the earth is transformed not through handling, but through listening.
loren places his ear upon the earth and begins his journey. we’ve all wished at times that we could present our dreams, or other complex things inside of us, to others exactly as we can see or hear them within us. in this case, loren has given us access to this little listening space inside his head, for we hear things we could only hear if we were inside him – it is the sounds of the world, sometimes manipulated by his hands, resonating through the earth and moving into us through his ears.”
steve roden (august 2008)