Night Lights

Sitting in my car waiting for my passenger...
I sit and I wait... wait and I sit....
Headlights from my car bounce off the living room window illuminating
a dark room i guess.
I turn them off -
There is the moon above lighting up a deep dark blue sky
street lights that loom from a block over I can see visibly from the back yard
A short in my car radio causes a blinking light... 8:30.. 8:30 8:30... (I'm late)

House lights....
the light in the bedroom goes out-
the light in the living room comes on-
I can tell that my passenger is getting closer to the door as
lights travels with her
closer and closer to the door
The porch light comes on....
the car door opens the interior lights come on
dashboard lights come on.... oil.. seat belt.. gas.. check engine.. (oops I hope that goes off)
Headlights turn on... headlights bounce light off the living room window onto the bushes and onto the side of the house
Shade of red lights my path as I back out of the driveway... more headlights cross my pass..
streetlights... houselights... moonlights the night...

Pictures from the web....

THE SOUND ASSIGNMENT I

As I have observed in this assignment, there are many sounds that just unnoticed. Sounds can be overlooked as just noise. But if you only listen you will hear the sounds you wouldn't ordinarily hear. From the sound journals and now to this group project.. I can say I have more appreciation for sound.. so to speak. I enjoyed watching the film about Glenn Gould because it put everything now into perspective.

My group canvased the grounds in search of sound... the elevator door; from the clashing or banging the door makes as it opens to the bell that rings that chimes (I'm here). The squeaky door in the women's bathroom, the sharpening of the knife.. cars, traffic.. etc. etc. There is sound everywhere you go and as you get there. Not one sound more significant than the other.

I have to say that I enjoyed working with my group. We worked hard to find the right sound, be creative and to make the project complete. Though we had some issues in the editing room... I am now learning that is to be expected.

SOUND JOURNAL

August 31, 2007

Western & Country Club Boulevard

I park my car at the gas station and roll down the windows….
The rumbling sounds of engines on cars big and small play all in unison
Wipe me down.. wipe me down… rap music plays from a car
While from another car I hear that someone is listening to talk radio
or possibly a self help tape
A car skids to a stop unable to beat the yield light
Sounds of a truck changing gears as it pulls out of
The parking lot
A lady talks on a cell phone
A man talks on a cell phone
The beat of music is coming from another car…
windows rolled up so the sound is
Muffled….
The Pepsi advertisement banner blows in the wind making a flapping sound
Cars speed off their engines rev
A bell rings in the distance..
Its coming from the gas station as it hangs above the door
A horn blows
Ignitions cuts off
Ignitions start up
A vacuum cleaner is running across the street
People talking as they walk back to their car
A car alarm goes off



September 2, 2007

In the AM…
Sounds of the coffee pot as it brews its finest
The dripping of the faucet
Sounds of the television from the next room
Dog barks then scratches at the aluminum door
Pouring coffee into the cup, the sound of the spoon as
It stirs into my cup
The coffee cup makes a clanking sound as it hits
Up against the class table,
Beep….the snooze alarm going off a second time
The phone rings
Voices
The phone clicks
The channel changes in the next room
Sounds of music, church, news, the kids channel
A child cries
More scratching on the door
The squeaking door is opened
My slippers slide across the floor
Birds chirping
The dog collar jingles
Claws are heard tapping on the tiled floors
The refrigerator hums
The air clicks off
Wooden floors creek, a child steps are heard coming down the hall
A little voice speaks




September 3, 2007

At the BEACH…
Waves rush in
The tied wash's up sand and sea weed
Bubbles on the sand pop
A child screams in the distance
A child laughs
The plastic bag rustles as it hangs from the beach chair
I pull the Arbor Mist bottle close to my lips
The wind blows across the bottle top
I hear a high pitch tone coming from the bottle
I take a sip, my lips smack
As I sip the wind blows across the bottle top
The tone becomes lower… lower… then low
A lady collecting shells walks by and as she adds a new shell to her collection the shells clink against one another.. the bag rustles
A couple walking on the beach talk… laugh..
Sounds of other children laughing
As I watch while they throw rocks and pebbles into the water
It makes a plopping sound
Birds flyover head squawking..
The sound of the wind blows against my ears…