Claire! I thought of you too, wondering if we were actually whistling at the same time and what the ambient sounds in NYC would be.
I had done some practice recordings and research the night before and decided that I needed to create a little sound booth for myself. I discovered the small Formica shelves beside my bed did just the trick and carried them to CAT the next day.
I found the quietest part of the building that I could and set myself up on the floor. My back was to the corner with the shelves in front, effectively forming a little bubble of protection from outside sounds. I put the Zoom on a shelf, took a breath, and hit record...
It took a good 10 minutes before I got my whistle on. Unsure if I should whistle a tune or if just a high pitched noise would do, I found myself in a rhythmic pattern of breathing (quietly) in and attempting to whistle out. Like you, I also began to get dizzy after just a short time!
It turns out that Tasma Street is quite noisy at 11am on weekday morning. There was no shortage of cars driving past, or idling trucks out front and with Nick and Rob building walls in the gallery, my quiet oasis was not so quiet afterall.
I pictured you Claire and visualised the route that a whistle might take to reach New York. Straight out across the Pacific, to Mexico and up the East Coast of the United States, each breath pushing the first one on and on.
Claire! I thought of you too, wondering if we were actually whistling at the same time and what the ambient sounds in NYC would be.
ReplyDeleteI had done some practice recordings and research the night before and decided that I needed to create a little sound booth for myself. I discovered the small Formica shelves beside my bed did just the trick and carried them to CAT the next day.
I found the quietest part of the building that I could and set myself up on the floor. My back was to the corner with the shelves in front, effectively forming a little bubble of protection from outside sounds. I put the Zoom on a shelf, took a breath, and hit record...
It took a good 10 minutes before I got my whistle on. Unsure if I should whistle a tune or if just a high pitched noise would do, I found myself in a rhythmic pattern of breathing (quietly) in and attempting to whistle out. Like you, I also began to get dizzy after just a short time!
It turns out that Tasma Street is quite noisy at 11am on weekday morning. There was no shortage of cars driving past, or idling trucks out front and with Nick and Rob building walls in the gallery, my quiet oasis was not so quiet afterall.
I pictured you Claire and visualised the route that a whistle might take to reach New York. Straight out across the Pacific, to Mexico and up the East Coast of the United States, each breath pushing the first one on and on.