March 2, 2010
I’m not dead, I’m just hella busy
I didn’t make it to The Fudgery this weekend as promised, so my challenge goes untended, and my latest experiment languishes.
I am le sad (as opposed to le tired).
But I’ll be going there this Saturday, I uberpromise.
This week I finish writing my own parts for my First Attempt. I’ll record them this weekend to finish up Step Five: The Framing. Next week I’ll begin the next step (Step Six: The Gathering) by talking to my mother and siblings. From there’s it is aunts, uncles, cousins and a grandmother. Talking, talking, talking. So many words will make something so focused and direct.
I’m basically an editor. Or maybe a distiller. I like that.
Give me your stories, friends. I shall distill them until they are a most interesting and intoxicating brew.
February 27, 2010
Today: fudge and singing!
Today I’m picking up a new endeavor. I’m going to go do some recording at a local place called The Fudgery, where people make fudge in a most over-the-top manner. These employees stir, fold and toss fudge as they make it right before customers’ eyes. They sing and entertain. I will be interviewing employees and people in the crowd. I hope to have a little audio piece cobbled together by the end of the weekend.
This should satisfy the challenge given to me to talk to total strangers.
Check back for some audio and photos.
February 11, 2010
Snow memories: seizing the moment and recording ambient sound
I’m playing around with taking my recorder more places and catching interesting sounds. I’m trying to train myself into hearing interesting stories everywhere.
More after the jump…
February 3, 2010
Playing with recording and editing: Hard Times Come Again No More
Since I’m a touch ahead schedule for my First Attempt, I thought I’d play around a bit with recording, editing and layering.
More after the jump…
January 12, 2010
The Tascam DR-07 and my first experiment
The first recording device I ever owned was a Talkboy as seen in Home Alone 2. I never used it to fake out British-sounding, smarmy concierges, but I recorded anything I could imagine with it. Somewhere there are tapes of my Pakistani neighbor and I singing patriotic American songs. I only know they exist because I’ve not yet had the chance to destroy them.
More after the jump…
