Grandfather's Lost Records

My grandfather passed away last year. As his only grandchild, he left me this archive.

I spent childhood summers at his lake house in Bolu, listening to records with him every evening at sunset. I grew up with this archive, and this music.

The year after his passing, I organized the archive and went through his voice diaries — recordings where he told the story behind each song.

Back then, few families owned a tape recorder. In 1966, my grandfather begged his uncle in Germany to bring one back: a Grundig TK 24. Most recordings were made with it, in home studios his musician friends built. He became familiar among them — whenever a song needed recording, they called him.

All that beauty — fuzz guitars, melodies of Anatolian aşıks, half-forgotten stories — felt too vast to keep to myself. So I opened this channel.

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A fictional archive, made with several tools together — guitar, DAW, AI, video editing — none the foundation alone. Inspired by history, not a recovered recording.