shouting at the world but not the hummingbirdsby: Thendara

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your all puppets


I was so tired this week. Driving too far each day and suffering in head neck and back tension even with the yoga.

Recording birds and bees for a sound installation due this week (thank you COCA Heaven and Earth Five)

Then I realized I was running out of tiem for the last noise project, how could I miss the very last one?

This has been a wonderful journey and my life will miss the weekly challenges!

Thank you for all the fun.xo

The Last Postby: Laura

I don’t think I could have made a really big noise count this week. I walked through the 4th of July fireworks in the park and at the beach. I rang a small bell (as did over one hundred others) to send my roommate and her new husband off to wedded bliss. I also sang along, loudly (although I have an untrained voice) to the eleven hymns in their wedding program. I joined in on a neighborhood street festival today (currently audible from my window). When I really think about it, the sounds that matter are often part of a larger chorus.

Finale-grrby: Andrea

some people stopped

some people flinched

some people laughed

Attack of the Night Bugleby: Caspar

Photo of a bike with a bugle on the handlebar

The Bugle Bike

For this last challenge I unleashed the awesome bugle bike upon London traffic. Sounding out both a signal of attack and a warning of hazards ahead, the bugle fog horn allowed me to claim my space within the traffic and alert others to my presence.

Three Cousins and A Widowby: Roxane

End. Peroration. I made noise in an underground car park, and then moved to a lift. Dissatisfied, I started to encourage people to sing. My mother sang Happy Birthday three times. Then her cousin came to visit and I got him to sing in public. My aunt is a wonderful soloist, but my recording of her failed utterly to convey the beauty of her voice. I ran out of time. Peroration. I wanted to end with something beautiful, but I didn’t like all the words in David’s song. So I tried many versions of ways to cloud some of the lyrics with other sounds I made and collected.  I’ve enjoyed the noise challenges, they’ve stretched my experience and skills, so I’ve learned a lot. Thank you.



p.s. “peroration” is ‘the concluding part of a discourse and especially an oration’.

the end is the beginning is the endby: Ana

So, I’m back. And I’m supposed to be noisy. I just cannot. Everything, from where I left some years ago, seems new to me. I’m mesmerized. With the ability of understanding the others without a big effort, with the astonishment of realizing how much I’ve changed (I thought I barely haven’t).

I missed the loud conversation around me. I miss some silence, here and there. I was not there. I am not here. I am between, somewhere.

An end. Strange.



This is only a filming of the scream. The scream can be heard here (caution may crash browser):

10 megabytes of auto-generated noise, all on one html page, filling up one entire free account.

The way a physical scream can cause public annoyance or even hearing damage, this digital scream can cause browsers to slow down or to even crash. But as is with every scream, if you can withstand this initial bombardment, then beyond is beauty waiting to be discovered.

Questions about how we use the space we are given, physical or digital.

Questions about what it means to “scream” and about what “silence” means in the digital world, versus the physical world.

Questions about the potentials and boundaries of the new city, the internet, the neocity.


For each Noise Intercepted challenge, I have treated the internet, the raw stream of the social networks, as my city. For this is the new city, the city. I have treated the data, the words and images and sounds of social network sharing human beings, as the noise with which I sculpted. Via soundscapes, films, visual poems, interactive software, and finally a noise filled web page, I have heard the heartbeat at the center of it all. A binary pulse of zeroes and ones, with life crammed between each bit.

Thank you Labspace Studios for the machine codes with which I ran on.

My ending scream of silent datum is but my beginning whisper of neocity noise.

whatby: David

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you prefer him

an excerpted conversation with my daughter, initiated by me, but ended by her in a suprising revelation.

DOODLEby: Steven

For the end I have created a doodle. I made some noise and picked up my pen and this is what I came up with. I don;t know what this says about me, but I think it says something about the noise I made. I see it as a very short poem.


Case Closedby: Richard

The Noise Challenges have been an prompt to listen more closely to the sounds around me, and in many cases to record them. But the act of recording – no matter how well intentioned – has always felt slightly parasitic. Perhaps that’s too strong a word, perhaps ecouteristic (rather than voyeuristic) would be closer. Certainly it involves me attending to the unwitting “performances” of individuals and objects and nature, and passing that experience through the prism of what I feel and know.

This challenge was a chance to create some noise myself, maybe even an inadvertent “performance”, and not to watch, listen and record, but to let someone else do the responding. So I did something I haven’t done for nearly 30 years, something I last did on the London Underground. I busked.

There are several well-recognised busking pitches in town, and I didn’t want to damage anyone’s income, so I chose three other locations, all slightly removed from traffic but not from footfall, and sat down and played. I even used the same guitar I busked with before. I wasn’t busking for money this time, though, so my case stayed shut and there was no cap on the floor. Instead, I received:

* 2 thumbs ups
* 4 nods of approval
* 1 small dance
* many, many smiles
* several interesting conversations
* 1 biscuit (slightly dribbled on – I said I would eat it later, but I didn’t)
* some advice
* 2 compliments
* and slight sunburn on my forehead and nose

I felt well rewarded.

I also made a point of improvising throughout. Sometimes the best way to create something is just to start, and the Noise Challenges have been a great spur to do this. I often felt I didn’t have time to do them, or do them justice, but I did them anyway and was glad afterwards. I’ve enjoyed participating and I’ve enjoyed the other creations, many of them utterly unexpected.

I might even go busking again.

With apologies to Walt Whitmanby: Alex

On the rim of the North Downs, I sounded my barbaric yawp.

Was it fun? Liberating? Exhilarating? Not really – embarrassing is more the word that springs to mind. And alarming for the unsuspecting man snoozing nearby. Lucky I have some CPR skills.

Was it art? Certainly not! But who needs art in a place of such natural beauty?

So long, Noise Project, it’s been grand.


Dancing in the Rainby: Mike

Dancing in the Rain  (The Noise Project #10)

Being asked to make noise is normally not a problem, but I felt challenged by this request. I was leaving my studio and my home to visit my summerhouse in Newfoundland to open it for the summer. I didn’t have regular equipment so I thought I would have to pass on this challenge.

I was in bed at my summer home in Kingman’s Newfoundland, when the rain began. I raced out of bed and put a drum out on my porch. Yes, I have a drum here, a floor tom. Of course by the time I got out of bed and dug out the drum the rain had almost stopped. There was a plethora of drips coming from the roof of the house. The sound on the drum proved to be very random. I decided to video tape the drips bouncing off the drum.

Being here alone, my partner couldn’t make it with me. Also the trip was labour based, repairs needed to get my 100 year old home up and running. I was missing her and I had a video of her dancing on my computer. An idea flowed from this stock of imagery. Using a ghostly image of her along with the beating of the drum and the pixelization of the rain brought forth the dream of noise.


Broken Angelby: Stephen

I hate gratuitous noise. I can’t think of anything worth doing in Toronto so I offer a noise intervention I did in Frankfurt in May, a guerilla performance piece entitled GEBROCHENGEL (broken angel) which explored the gilded apology and sufficiency of monuments.

In Frankfurt near St. Peter’s church on Klaus-Mann-Platz, there is a memorial with an angel sculpture (aka Frankfurter Engel) for the homosexual men and women persecuted and murdered during the Third Reich. Like other “apologetic” monuments, the Frankfurter Engel statue is situated in a “dead” space – between the back wall of a building and the driveway of a Best Western; frequented by drunks needing a spot.

On 6 May 2013, the anniversary of Marlene Dietrich’s death and 80th year past the Third Reich, I collide the Frankfurter Engel with Marlene Dietrich (who rose to fame in the film Blue Angel, a gay and lesbian icon, and staunch detractor of the Nazi regime) by interacting with the space and sculpture while singing her signature song “Ich bin von Kopf bis Fuß” / “Falling in love again (I can’t help it)” a capella, accompanied by the surrounding soundscape of passer-bys, traffic, drunks, and street sweepers.

Shortly after I completed GEBROCHENGEL, there was a resurgence of anti-gay violence in Europe and North America which has colored my viewing of the piece. I traced the same trajectory through the space, each start offset in a clockwise direction. Over the course of 3 hours, I performed 12 times at random intervals, one for each year of the Third Reich.

Casting key strokes: a writer attempts to make some noiseby: Damon

This is it: my final submission to the Noise Intercepted project.

This week’s challenge was something of a call to arms: “go out there and raise hell!” was the command, although it wasn’t expressed in quite those terms. These are the precise words they used:

“To ceremoniously close this four-month long noise project, we’re challenging you to let go of your inhibitions and make some noise. Follow these instructions: pick a public place, any place. When the time is right, take the opportunity to make some noise. You can scream at the top of your lungs; make a public installation; start an impromptu performance. You can do whatever you want to do, but do it with conviction. Make a lasting impression. Make it count. Make it worthwhile. You have one week to make some NOISE of your own.”

And here is my result – twenty minutes of clatter and chat documenting a Sunday morning spent typing in a park. With an actual typewriter you understand, from the old days. One that makes a hell of a racket every time you press a key.

As I said, it’s twenty minutes long, so maybe it’s only for the hardcore. But it features an extended riff on the keyboard’s lack of exclamation mark, along with an exciting dog incident.

So put down your touch screens and your tablets; hold fast your gestures and your swipes. It’s time to get physical with an inky ribbon and some purple-tinged, punched-out prose…






I enlisted the help of my partner, Davy for this challenge.   We rolled small, plastic balls down some of the steep Lanes in Lerwick.  Noisy!  Erratic!  I didn’t always manage to catch them at the bottom.  They shot into Commercial Street.  I gave chase.  People were bemused.   Great fun.  Great end to the project.



























Equilibriumby: Sarah


I have choreographed a performance that in its final form, achieved equilibrium.