So we sampled
The building: the metallic stairs, the dishwasher, the elevator
The surrounding area: trains, a few bridges, the traffic lights
The tram: both from the outside on the street and we hopped on hopped off thanks to the fact that two stops are really close to each other and we have OV chipcards.
We used a frying pan mostly and a hammer.
We ultimately used three devices, the laptop with the IK multimedia mic, a handheld sony recorder and a mobile phone.
This is a plate from the story. It refers to one of the original ideas written around 1998. Although most of the plots and scenario have changed, this and the Glen scene (the opening of the main arc) have remained almost untouched.
He watched her pour into the measure and thence into the jug rich white milk, not hers. Old shrunken paps. She poured again a measureful and a tilly. Old and secret she had entered from a morning world, maybe a messenger. She praised the goodness of the milk, pouring it out. Crouching by a patient cow at daybreak in the lush field, a witch on her toadstool, her wrinkled fingers quick at the squirting dugs. They lowed about her whom they knew, dewsilky cattle.
The subliminal kid moved in seas of disembodied sound- He then spaced here and there and instaff opposite mirrors and took movies each bar so that the music and talk is at arbitary intervals and shifted bars -- And he also had recorders in tracks and moving film mixing arbitary intervals and agents moving with the word and image of tape recorders-- So he set up waves and his agents with movie swirled through all the streets of imaige and brought back streets in music from the city and poured aztec Empire and Ancient rome-- Commuter or Chariot Driver could not control their word dust drifte