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Journal Entry #4 Mall
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Place- Mall Rosevelt Field,  Wednesday Feb. 25, 2015 at 4PM

Closest sound- Friends talking, hangers sliding, music, rattling bags

Medium Sound- mumblings of other peoples conversations, cash register, occasional store announcements

Far sound- clothes falling on the floor and being folded (it was very faint but I could still hear it)

3 Essential Sounds-

Talking

Hangers

Bags

one word- Fun

 

Max’s Journal Entry
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1- 2/26/15 11:30pm Emily Lowe Design Studio

2- Taylor speaking on the other side of the room and the door’s constant opening and closing.
3- Patrick is talking and cutting things. You can hear his ruffling with paper.
4- The sound of my paintbrush as I paint.
5- There is a lot going on right now and hard to pick out any one sound. There is also music playing.
6- Busy.
7- Music, talking, door’s opening and closing.

 

Journal Entry: 2/26
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Walking back from rehearsal, 2/26, 10 p.m.

1. Farthest: Cars whooshing by in the distance. Someone clearly having a party in Constitution Hall, with music and screaming muffled through the walls.

2. Medium: Three (drunk?) girls complaining about being hungry, probably on their way to Hofstra USA. The footsteps of someone a ways behind me. Door to Estabrook Hall opening.

3. Closest: My own footsteps on the asphalt, mixed with the quiet but slippy sound when I reach an icy patch, and crunchy if I step on hardened snow. The cold wind blowing a high pitch.

I feel cold, alone, and miserable. It’s just one of those winter nights where you wonder why you went to school in New England when there are drama programs in California and Florida. (Of course, getting back to my warm room and remembering that life isn’t so hard dispels that thought).

One word: Bitter

Three essential sounds: Distant cars, wind, footsteps on inconsistent terrain

Field Recording: Drunk Improv
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2/27, 11:30 p.m, 12th floor of Alliance.

When my friend Tina and I get together, we improvise stories about wacky celebrity behavior. This is Tina talking about … well, I won’t even explain, because children might be listening … but it’s a story we got WAY too into, with lots of laughter and weird voices.

Journal Entry
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1. Walking home 2/19/2015

2. Farthest – cars on the turnpike, cars on Westbury Ave grinding their tires through salt and ice, a NICE bus starting up and pulling away, car horns in the far distance

3. Medium range – boots crunching on the snow, my friends walking ahead of me talking, slipping of shoes on the ice, a thud as someone falls down, and subsequent assorted curses

4. Close range – i become intensely aware of my own labored breathing, my waterproof coat zip zip zipping as i walk, my keys rattling in my backpack, the zippers on my backpack cling-ing together

5. A modern-day arctic exploration. The sounds of the ice and snow crunching and cracking, as well as the sounds my friends and I made as we struggled to walk home really contributed to the “Long Island Ice Hell” of it all.

6. One word – frigid

7. Three essential sounds – snow crunching, ice scraping, people breathing

Journal Entry: The lights go down and the curtain is ready to ascend
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Golden Theatre, 7:02pm, 2/19/15: A 7pm performance of “A Delicate Balance” on Broadway

Farthest: Sirens from outside, the soft tread of actors’ feet on the stage behind the curtain. A woman down in the orchestra section seems to fancy herself a big star and laughs heartily so the whole room hears her.

Medium: A woman twenty feet away from us asking quite loudly if the people sitting in front of her can “sit back a bit, please.” An impatient usher giving directions to the bathroom. Hushed chitchat about what the show might be about, or about what celebrities might be in attendance tonight.

Closest: The stranger on my left is taking his sweet time unwrapping his Kit-Kat and the sound is driving me CRAZY. Michael gushes to me over how excited he is to see Glenn Close onstage. The person directly behind us has forgotten to turn his phone off — it rings loudly, and he scrambles to find it buried deep in his bag.

Sound levels: generally people trying to keep their volume down and not draw attention to themselves as the show was just about to begin. last-minute arranging and chitchat before the houselights go down.

One word: Tingling

3 essentials: Unwrapping a candy bar, hushed chitchat, cell phone ringing & subsequent fumbling.