How the Stylus feet of the Water Boatmen remix the pond…
"Music for perhaps a terrestrial life form but one which we don’t normally associate with music, e.g., trees or jellyfish?"
The water boatmen sit motionless for minutes or they slowly skid along. The ends of their feet digging into the water’s tough skin- a membrane overloaded by the concerts above and below. These insects performing their own remix as they go.
Each foot a tiny stylus, picking the full on rave of noise within the water and the air noises around. Wavering ripples, air trapped squeals, high squiggles of fidgeting larvae, the thrashing of tadpole tails dominate the water.[mainly divined by 0coast and soft pop synths]
It is kind of primal score in there, written in the algae maybe, its the swamp thing, the rules from which everything must grow. At times the thrashing of tadpole tails dominates, as they contest the right to grow back legs and mature among the oxygenating weed and cross back and forth through the worlds of water and air.
Various versions co exist across each other, gender amphibious thrash beat ,the clogging slime ruthless in what it permits, the dry shuffle of chintinous water boatmen limbs channel it all, adding their own sound, a skritchy-scratchy movement of their styli feet.
