For some time Tim and I have been interested in recording soundscapes. Last summer, during the cicada craze, Tim went out and managed to record some cicada-scapes. I’m sure Bernie Krause could have recorded a cicada humping a grain of sand, but by our amateur-soundscaping standards, I thought the cicada sounds that Tim captured were pretty fabulous. My favorite moments would be when a cicada hit the microphone, or a plane could be heard flying overhead, fading in and then out of the cicada summer-haze. We’ve not posted any of these soundscapes, but if for some reason there is a great internet-outcry to hear them, we’ll post them. Then you too can slobber in an ecstasy of sound as cicadas hit microphones at minute fifteen.
The eventual plan was to put an EP that would be part soundscape and then part cicada-electronica. The electronica end of the plan never became a reality, as it was contingent upon a lot of time and most likely outside help. So the recordings sat.
Eventually however, video artist and photographer Meggie Miao (who also happens to be Tim’s girlfriend) approached us and asked us to record a song about cicadas that she could use in conjunction with some footage of cicadas she had shot. So Tim and I went away and wrote a cicada song, though not the song we envisioned. It did however use the cicada-scapes. So part of the original plan was implemented.
The resulting video, thanks to Meggie’s excellent writing and directing, looks absolutely spectacular. And who knows, perhaps there will be an electronic cicada song yet…
Hey little Lucy do you hear that sound? Do you know what it is? I'll give you a hint, the shells are in my lawn, And the husks are in my trees. It's cicadas. It's cicadas. It's cicadas. Hey little Lucy with your hot pants on, Do you wanna take a ride with me. To see a movie about monster bugs, And make sweet love to the buzz. Of cicadas. Of cicadas. Of cicadas. And if we make sweet sweet love, Then maybe we'll get hitched. Even if the American empire falls, Man that's a bitch. But I'll still make love to you. Yes, oh I will rise, Seventeen years later, just like cicadas, my Lucy. Cicadas. (yelling)