Back before they called it ‘voicemail,’ or at least when voicemail meant something different and more specific, the world had the humble answering machine.
I have always loved collecting sounds. It’s a fascination that began as a child. The beautiful. The bizarre. The historically significant. And things that defy easy description.
Tape is time preserved… frozen in amber. But the moments themselves are fleeting. Transient. Ephemeral.
That’s what this show is about. Chance encounters. One of a kinds. Things that were just barely saved... and in some cases not saved at all.