Archive for July, 2006

Even though that last story was told as an amusing anecdote, it points, as some of you quickly realized, to some fundamental and important ideas about sound and the way we perceive it.

The question “What if we could have the sound of nothing, rather than silence?” is not a question about sound. It is a question about psychology. Many questions about sound are.

My director continued:

“What I mean is that sound, you know, when you’re out in the middle of nowhere and there’s nothing there… You know, not silence, but an absence of sound.”

And, although there’s a complete logical stump-jump here, I do in fact know exactly what he means.

Of course there is no such thing in the natural world as ‘an absence of sound’.

The quietest natural environment in which I’ve ever been was a cave in Jenolan in Eastern Australia. I was helping some friends complete a geographical survey. They were also divers, and needed to survey a section of the cave that was underwater. I couldn’t help much with that part of the exercise so I sat in the cavern as they disappeared into the inky black water and listened as their scuba bubbles trailed off into… silence.

There was no sound. No water lap, no dripping, no wind, no airconditioner, no next-door tv, no conversation down the hall, no computer drives, no distant traffic. Nothing. After a while, if I moved, any little noise I made sounded unnaturally loud. It was dead, dead quiet. Silence. Well, no actually. Not silence. I could hear my breathing. I could hear my blood moving. I could hear my heart beating. Wow, after a while it was actually noisy. I knew at that moment that human beings never, ever know true silence.

But we nearly all have some experience of that deep contemplative quietness of nature, or the dark black hush of the early morning hours, or the unbearable silent weight of gaps between speech at a funeral.

The question my director is really asking, then, is a different one: “Is it possible for us to have our audience feel that kind of mental silence within the bounds of what we are doing?”

And the answer, in my educated opinion, is that in this particular excercise we will achieve that effect. Because it’s not about the sound we put there, in that place where silence is, but rather, how we get there and what we have encouraged people to be thinking at that time.

Listening is only partially about hearing.

Black...

OK. I’m working (for free) on a small but very tasteful commercial for a major world charity. The sound is subtle but significant. At the very end of the ad, the pictures fade to black, and a simple piece of explanatory text appears.

This morning I’m playing what I’ve done to the director, an awfully nice but very intense chap.

“So, what do you think for the end when we fade out, then?” he asks.

“Oh, I dunno. Silence I guess. I thought that worked pretty well. Unless you want some other kind of thing there…”

He looks deeply thoughtful, and runs his hands through his hair.

“I was thinking, rather than silence, maybe we could just have, you know, the sound of nothing.”

“Uh-huh,” says I. “And that would be different to silence in exactly what way?”

Spam Plant

Alex Dragulescu, a clever man if ever I saw one, has performed a near-miracle. He has taken the torrent of unadulterated swill generated by spammers and turned it into something beautiful.

Go and visit his gallery of Spam Plants to see what I mean, and make sure you take a look at some of his other inspiring work too.

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Thanks jedimacfan for pointing me to Alex’s site!

Spam Observations #26

On the weekend, someone called Ted Herring (or Kenton Winn – yes, you guessed it, SIC* strikes again) wrote to me breathlessly:

From: ted_herring@shit4brains.biz
Subject: Fw: Hi! I have good news!


Greetings Reverend!.

How are you? I hope you are fine. I missed you so much honey. I have been thinking about our last meeting so much…

O-k-a-y… So. That was an important meeting, then? Honey?

…and I’ll never forget all the fun we had together that month.

(Looks like it left more of an impression on Ted/Kenton than it did on me. I must have been really smashed).

About me all the same, same town same city same job hheheh all the same I am bored and I cant wait to visit u next year.

No. God. Please no! I’m not living here, er there, er, wherever we had fun that month.

Almost nothing has changed between us; my hart is waiting for you.

Hart? Hmm. I don’t remember a deer either. Man it must have been perverted.

Hey, and what do you mean by ‘almost nothing has changed between us’? Are you keeping something from me Ted?

By the way, do you remember that distributor of art, who helped me selling different items,

No.

yes, that ones I was reselling to Artists and Collectors.

Nope. Not ringing a bell. But then I guess if I don’t remember a deer…

Their Comicion to our money-bags!!

Right on! (I have no idea what he’s waffling about).

They want to sell their antiques at the Art Market in Australia. But they have some reasons for not opening a branch in Australia for the moment. Maybe next year, this means that I can move to Sydney very soon.

Don’t feel you need to hurry… I might be moving anyway. To… er… Tierra del Fuego, yes, that’s it. To start up, er… an anchovy trawling business…

The only thing I can say is that I’ve worked with this company for a long time and they are really the best bosses I ever had in my life, you know all the time I have in my life for my activities.

Yes, I’m beginning to get some idea.

In short they are searching for people for distant-work. This job will take only couple of hours a day, but blahblah blahblah blahblah blahblah blahblah blahblah blahblah blahblah blahblah blahblah blahblah blahblah blahblah blahblah blahblah blahblah…

…ad nauseum. He signs off:

PS. By the way, you promised me to call and didn’t keep it. It’s no good forgetting your old and faithful friend. I’ll always be glad to here from you,

Remember me to your mates,
Love you Heepss,

Kenton Winn

So mateys. I’m remembering Ted/Kenton to you all. And I’m sending on all your email addresses so he can love you heepss as well.

I know you’ll want to here from and old and faithful friend. And his deer.
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*Spammer Identity Confusion. In case you forgot.

Stalking

The Art of (Cat) War #1:

Use extreme caution when your opponent gains control of the higher ground.

Kate's Tree

Today I buried Kate‘s ashes with the Newton apple tree.