^- ^Second ^World ^War ^tweets ^from ^1943 ^(@RealTimeWWII) ^| ^December ^9, ^2021
- September i Will be flying to Varna and hike from sunny beach to Sofia through the Balkan mountain 550 km (section 1 of TEAR) I'm not sure of what weather to expect and would love some inputs on what temperatures and weather to expect to pack safely π
I grabbed my bag, put it on my back and stepped out from the village schools central building, the events only a few minutes before plaguing my mind. Although, it seems my day got considerably better when I spotted Miroslav across the field and soon he walked up beside me, "Let's get out of here, Would you like to go to the village shop or something?" He asked.
"Yeah, it seems like the only thing we can do since we're both suspended and both our parents are getting spoken too," I told him.
We talked as we crossed the street "I mean now that we are suspended, what would your dad do?" I asked.
"I don't know, beat me?" Miroslav answered. He looked up and locked his gaze on two bikes chained to a fence near the side of the road. With a devious smile he glanced over at me.
Shortly after we broke the locks we snatched the bikes to ride home.
"Dude, tonight we're going to go explore!" He took a flashlight out of his pocket and tossed it over to me, "You will need it later."
"Where are we going now?" I asked.
"You'll have to wait and see." He answered and seeing as we had just been suspended, what did we have left to lose.
We rode our bikes further and further from the village and soon we stopped at the abandoned hospital on the outskirts of town. Its former name was Twin Mountains Community Hospital and was a well known landmark in our town. Nestled at the foothills of the Balkan Mountains, it was isolated and a depressing building to say the least.
The building was long abandoned and was an ugly communist remnant of the past, some say thousands died within its walls and none could tear it down, for it was government owned and thanks to rampant corruption, its removal had been delayed for decades.
From the outside it seemed like nature had sought to regain it when we eventually walked up to the hospital door, it was rusted shut and prevented us from entering. Yet Miroslav approached the door with a smile "Watch this" he said.
Miroslav grabbed a playing card out of his pocket and slipped it into the gap of the door and with a swipe of the card upwards, he instantly opened it. He looked up at me and soon walked forward, disappearing into the depths of the hospital and I soon followed.
Darkness came in thick velvet curtains like that of a theatre and it was as if the daytime had simply ceased to exist. I let my eyes wander around the room, taking in the spectacle that was the abandoned hospital and I felt insignificant as I stood in the main building
... keep reading on reddit β‘> Yodeling as a vocal technique arose in many cultures around the world as a form of calling and communication. Most well-known is the Alpine version, which later became integrated into the regions traditional music. Yodeling is recognized by its rapid switching of vocal register between falsetto and natural voice, in an extended note. It may also be called a 'warbling' sound, with each variation in tone and pitch ending with a light glottal stop for emphasis.
-RYM
Our current Artist Discussion Club is about a country music legend who dipped his toes into yodeling, but the vocal tradition goes way back before the birth of that rustic American genre.
The ability to fine-tune your voice to the point that it becomes a precise instrument has always fascinated me, from the rapid-fire, mysterious vocalizations of Magdalith to the avant-garde minimalism of Meredith Monk. But then there's yodeling, which takes the voice to a whole new level. There's the yodeling everyone knows, but the vocalizations can also range from high metallic whines to low drones.
So who "fucks with" yodeling (to use you youngsters' terminology)? Who's hipster enough to listen to Stimmhorn? Their Schnee is avant-prog for yodelers, music for hipster shepherds, saying, "I don't listen to what those sheep-shaggers over there listen to." If anyone gives you shit for liking this silly album, just cut them down with a "hee nyee nyee nyee nyee!" Either they'll understand, or they won't.
I grew up hearing music from the Balkans, and I can see how some of it can be appreciated. However, recently I discovered "ganga": >Ganga is a dissonant form of singing, using two clashing notes to project sound over long distances. For example, if one person is singing a "C" note, a second person sings either a half-step above or below ("B" or "C#"). Ganga is traditionally sung by sheepherders across stretches of valleys, for long-distance communication with each other.
I'm having trouble seeing the appeal based on the examples I've heard online: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5tYpWZqOYFo
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pPV583j5a5k
Traditionally, this is done in valleys so there should be a good amount of delay, so I'm wondering whether this has any effect on the dissonance and how it's perceived vs recordings?
I've done a little bit of research and seen the range is split into three sections: Western, Central and Eastern with the highest peak being Botev in the Central region.
I am more interested in areas of natural beauty and variation than I am trying to reach peaks, but if the highest peaks include this then that's fine.
