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I am a self-professed Anglophile. England has fascinated me
for so long, I can’t remember a time when I didn’t want to live there. But it
was England’s music – its sounds – that cemented my connection with the
country. As a musician, how a place sounds is just as important to me as its
customs and appearance. So it seemed only natural when sound shaped both of my
journeys to England. This May’s trip even began with a song: as I caught my
first glimpse of England from our plane, I listened to Peter Gabriel’s
“Solsbury Hill.”
It
was originally my dad’s idea to record sounds during our trip. From London to
Paris to Liverpool, we captured sounds of ordinary life. We came home with over
twenty recordings, seemingly of random moments: gentle reminders to “mind the
gap” on London’s Underground; the crowd singing a Beatles song in Liverpool’s
Cavern Club; the creak of a churchyard gate in Dartmoor National Park. But,
listening to those recordings, I realized that they were reminders of how
England felt, not just of how it looked. The sounds we captured preserved
details that I would have forgotten without the recordings.


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