The Dark. Outside.
August 31 - September 1, 2013
recorded from approx 21.55 until sometime after midnight
This is a section recorded on a digital voice recorder from John, who was in a tent in the fields below where we had the radio transmitter set up.
Although the broadcast was in stereo, this recording is in mono and suffers from compression artefacts from the recorder itself as what you hear here is not quite the same as what you heard in the forest.
Regardless, I am grateful for the chance to hear some of the broadcast again.
This recording will be deleted in 24 hours
I’m sitting in the living room, at the halfway point of a 35 pass secure deletion of all the music sent to me for use in The Dark. Outside.
I’m also slightly lost for words.
I arrived at the forest on Saturday morning half expecting 5 people to turn up during the whole 24 hours. Within seconds of unpacking the boot I was proved very wrong. There was a couple of tents in a field and a rather full car park.
There was a catering trailer / tent / thing. I thought that was optimistic at the very last. ”They do know that nobody might turn up?”, I asked.
"Yes". Er, ok.
The Green Tea House, from Moniaive needn’t have listened to my concerns as they had completely sold out.
Anyway, the broadcast starts, a handful of people are there. Brilliant. The luxury of sitting up a hill is that you can’t see what’s happening at ground level. What I was unaware of is that the A712, just before the Grey Mare’s Tail Bridge was filling up with cars. And people. Lots of people. Some of which I would meet as the woefully inadequate 2 chairs and 2 inflatable couches in the Coleman Event Shelter filled up with visitors.
I lost count at 34 people as the stream of people kept on coming up.
I’m not exactly comfortable with crowds, so this was something I’m not biologically prepared for.
So I go down the hill, the portaloo (my one showbiz diva request) is down in the car park.
I was not prepared for what I saw.
Now, usually the A712 isn’t busy. You get the occasional car, van, lorry, motorbike. But there were dozens of cars lining each side of the road. it resembled a pedestrian precinct at one point.
Where the hell did all these people come from ?
There wasn’t 2 tents anymore.
Too many people. I went back up the hill.
The people went up the hill.
People came up, listened, chatted, drank, passed the biscuits, passed the crisps only to be replaced by more as they left.
Strangers asking for French Guy, Ben (Soundhog) laughing at this point. Hands were shaken, photos were taken, Buckfast was offered (I declined).
Music really does bring people together.
I really don’t know what to say except thank you to each and everyone of you who came up, said hello, listened and howled like a wolf ( don’t ask - it’s one of the station idents we had which you can listen to over at https://soundcloud.com/frenchbloke/sets/the-dark-outside ).
on behalf of everyone involved with The Dark. Outside. FM (Ben Hayes, Robbie “Pack Horse” Coleman, Jo Hodges and everyone who helped take the equipment up and down the hill - Ben Ponton, Simon Dell, Innes Smith, Sinclair Smith, Penny Sharp, Chris Osborne, Melanie, Connie, Rory, Jack & Lucy McLean)
Until next time.
meanwhile over at The Galloway Gazette again - http://www.gallowaygazette.co.uk/news/local-headlines/astronomer-royal-to-join-environmental-festival-in-forest-1-3057912