Castor Morse has long wandered from forests to meadows, from shores to tides, across oceans and polar circles. He rubbed shoulders with Clétus the hooded horse, a hermit in a dark forest who became an expert in fern camouflage and possessed a technique of pine needle combat. Bob, the Oracle Donkey, who reads the future in the molars of his ancestor’s jaws (Auntie Michelle namely, also known as the canny one), predicted an aqueous future for him. It was with the Guild of the "Cent Hulottes", the revolutionary owls of the West that “Castor Morse” learned the eternal art of TAPKANJETAP (knock when I knock), a famous game of chance which required precision, endurance, sagacity and an infinite ability to transform noisy common objects into soundful devices. Having in turn become a master in that art and been recognized by his peers, Castor Morse plays "poétique du timbre » that provoke shifts in the eardrum.
Device:
The growl of a thistle, the rattle of a slate stone, the roar of metal on a Daf (Iranien drum)..... collide in the resonant receptacle that is Castor Morse's gong. Such a level of stubbornness that it would ring what does not ring and prevent what rang naturally from doing so. Acoustic sources that pass as electronic, and electronic instruments making arrhythmic joke by pretending to be an acoustic source. Role reversals, the choice of materials and instruments, as well as strong and subdued sound gesture, create a fragile and unstable ecology birthing the soundtrack of a daydream.

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