Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Listening to the World

Heyyoooo!

Today I recorded sound with Kyndall and another person who I feel guilty about forgetting their name. (Sorry!) I had a lot of fun. We recorded at the park, the beach, a laundromat, and in class. I like to put a lot of effort into the recording of sound. If you don't find just the right sound the emotion of the moment can be thrown off.





Sound Journal 1: Costco

The dense air conditioning fills the warehouse with a dull low resonance. It reverberates of the metal ceiling and causes a calm noise, almost like a sleep machine. The wheels on all the carts cause that calming drone to be broken with the shrill squeaks of wheels realigning. Middle class white families talk aimlessly. Taxes, children, moms, desires, bosses, girlfriends, boyfriends. The ideas and desires of men and women are laid bare across the tiled floor. The produce coolers make the air flow in circles around the isles. This creates almost inaudible wind tunnels. Like tiny little chords each isle plays a different dissonant note. The checkout clerk caps off the noise with the percussive beat of her price gun, creating order to the beautiful chaos.


Sound Journal 2: Wrightsville Beach Pier

The surf crashes against the concrete stands below me. They move at a predictable beat, providing lead up with the waters movement. Each crash feels like a opening to a march. The fisherman talk about women, jobs, real estate, and fish. One man won't stop talking about a tiger shark he caught. The wind caresses my ear drum, bending over it and whispering to me illogical secrets about that will take a lifetime to figure out. The knife going throw the gut of bait fish feels like a serrated violin. Some how timeless in history. I begin to think about the fishermen of the past, how their lives depended on faith. Faith that something was under the murky water below them, faith that the thing that they might catch is edible, and faith the the thing would even bite their line at all. Cicadas sound from the shoreline far behind us. Their chirps seem to match with the surf, forming a melody to the oceans march.

Knox

Here is another song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vko4cMJzOF8&index=2&list=PL7OWc7G-JJW2BkZLczBwWYHxMxyP96iUd

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