Writer, musician and activist Christopher DeLaurenti on sonic protest and his field recordings of social change.
May 1 2012: It was dusk. One of many Occupy Wall Street marches in New York City had fanned out, trickling through the runnels of towers downtown to a giant marble monument close to the river. Dusk awakened my ears and dimmed my vision. “Sound gives us the city in matter and memory,” writes Fran Tonkiss; streets and buildings lost their uneeded names. Not owners, but gatherings of people, sound, and listening defined this place.