why we love this
Felisha Ledesma unfurls sumptuous tones, personal voice recordings, scatters, and a heavy, onyx-like sparsity in this beautiful touchstone of sound holding patience, and patience shaping presence.
about the record
A gorgeous swell of intimate soundscaping from Felisha Ledesma, dispatching two extended, richly absorbing pieces woven from everyday detritus: synths, strings, voicemail, found sounds. Using AMQRโa software synthesizer built by Ledesma together with Ess Mattissonโboth pieces here shimmer with elusive timbres that occupy a realm that feels lost between worldsโneither electronic nor acoustic, but more a sort of observational sound that radiates togetherness and warmth.
Operating at insightful levels of synesthesia, Ledesma poetically turns ostensibly humdrum sources into clouds of smokeโemails, voicenotes, walking along the water, a poem attached to an email, walking alone in New York during lockdown, going for a swim at sunset in the desertโall turn into a smudge of memory. When โBeamsplittersโ opens with a tangible human presenceโa voicemail from a friendโit startles with its earthly pull, eventually getting lost in a tangled spool of found sound, leaving just a trace of iridescent, intimate reverie.
- 1 - Golden Mirror 9:43
- 2 - Beamsplitters 9:56
Embed
Copy and paste this code to your site to embed.
€26,00
out of stock
- 1 - Golden Mirror 9:43
- 2 - Beamsplitters 9:56
Embed
Copy and paste this code to your site to embed.
why we love this
Felisha Ledesma unfurls sumptuous tones, personal voice recordings, scatters, and a heavy, onyx-like sparsity in this beautiful touchstone of sound holding patience, and patience shaping presence.
about the record
A gorgeous swell of intimate soundscaping from Felisha Ledesma, dispatching two extended, richly absorbing pieces woven from everyday detritus: synths, strings, voicemail, found sounds. Using AMQRโa software synthesizer built by Ledesma together with Ess Mattissonโboth pieces here shimmer with elusive timbres that occupy a realm that feels lost between worldsโneither electronic nor acoustic, but more a sort of observational sound that radiates togetherness and warmth.
Operating at insightful levels of synesthesia, Ledesma poetically turns ostensibly humdrum sources into clouds of smokeโemails, voicenotes, walking along the water, a poem attached to an email, walking alone in New York during lockdown, going for a swim at sunset in the desertโall turn into a smudge of memory. When โBeamsplittersโ opens with a tangible human presenceโa voicemail from a friendโit startles with its earthly pull, eventually getting lost in a tangled spool of found sound, leaving just a trace of iridescent, intimate reverie.