When I was a kid, this is what I heard every night. The joy these sounds triggered quickly transformed into dread with each passing second: one moment closer to having to brush my teeth. Nooo!
A brief moment with my dad on his 67th birthday. This is the way we do it. Music ©The Orchard Music (on behalf of Time Records); ASCAP, BMG Rights Management, and 1 Music Rights Societies
Last year, my dad showed me a box that I had never seen before. Until that moment, I knew nothing of it’s existence. At the time, he also gave me a set of verbal instructions with it. The whole thing was so unexpected that I mostly forgot the specifics of the instructions. So, I made this piece partly as a record of the instructions, but also because I had a lot of questions that I didn’t ask in the moment. It was a glimpse into so many different versions of him that I loved getting to see. Immediately I began to wonder if this act of sharing a past self with your child is something other people have experienced?
A sketch about voice. The ones we carry with us, through us. The ones that mean the most. The ones we miss every day. Audio excerpt ©Esther Perel