Copyright Floy Krouchi 2019
A radiophonic essay by Floy Krouchi and Nathalie Battus
In the South of India, on tribal land, the Irulas aborigenal tribe hold a ceremony to tell their story and confrontation/clash with the ways of the modern world.
This music drama, played over 7 days and 7 nights, unfolds like a symbolic tale. We recorded traces of the performance to capture the oral memory of the last men. The words themselves , with the langage , are disappearing.
The sound leaves an imprint which becomes an immaterial monument part of our collective memory.
As it pursues a vanishing fragment, « Nothing but bones » revisits the action at the heart of this drama, reality turned into fiction turned into history, narrative frought with time metaphores.
They came in the forest,
They shot their rifles
And killed a great black ape.
We let them do, we didn’t speak a word
We thought, they’ll surely give us a piece of the meat,
But then they roasted the animal, ate it
And we were left with nothing but bones.