Oloron 0723 by Luz Léon Noir

I open the door of the church, and hike on to the second floor, there,
i touch and scratch some notes on the organ playing with my feet like a dance, opening up and closing pipes.
Many hours disappear wondering how long a note can last?
When it should stop? how the vibration goes when we mix some keys? Holding on, nothing really exists other than the longevity on the instant, and the expectation of the next one.

The sun starts hiding behind me shining the dark in front like indicating a dark passage to take before and end, and the mirror was showing me everthing behind me: the altar, the imaginary and the red little light at the end of the big mystic church.
Everything was surreal; the smell of chocolate before the rain; some walkers from Santiago de Compostela stoping for visiting the church and listening my slow long notes; and even the man who applauded me after leaving the church. These are my memories from my week in Oloron Sainte-Marie.

This is a series of improvisations recorded in a Cavaillé-Coll organ at
the Church of Nôtre Dame in Oloron Sainte-Marie, South West of France.
Also, the first time that i got the opportunity of exploring with pipes and peddals.

This would not be possible without the incredible support of the association "Oloron Orgues".

I hope you will enjoy it as much as I did.

Exploring sound and space through minimal electronic & acoustic melancholia.