A Portrait Of Souls And Songs And Dialoguesby: Barbara

 

The soul of my portrait lives in the air among the birds, tree branches, leaves, winds, clouds, and rains where it is possible to look at our earth to remember that we all carry on a dialogue with each other and with earth’s creatures and we are here together because we are part of a whole.The sounds we make during our daily comings and goings connect us and affirm our sharing of life on this planet.

I posted my video for this on You Tube because I think the video has better audio there.

 

City Bird Songs In Trees

 

by: Jesse

my ears eyes nose and brain all filter the noise. what does my mouth make of it all?

Down the drainby: Yuko

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#8

Background pulse by Reggie Watts ‘I just want to’

It might have been better if I’d just stayed quietby: Alex

Full size pic here.

I got keys in my pocket going jing-a-lang-a-lingby: Jennifer

As someone who is constantly surrounded by music, I often think of myself as a collection of songs.  In fact, I even keep an ongoing lifelong playlist that tracks my life through music from the time I came to musical consciousness (first song, The GoGos “Our Lips are Sealed”) to the present moment.  I pick one song a year that captures the feeling, the memory, and the experiences of that year.  It’s my most High Fidelity-like project.

While I was pondering sharing some of this mix for this post, something happened to remind me that our identities (and our sounds) are just as often created by others.  The songs on the list, chosen by my interior sensibility and understanding of myself, may not remind my best friend of me at all, for example, or they may surprise (even horrify) my mother. They put forth a sonic representation of me that competes with–and sometimes deliberately challenges– others’ understandings and representations.

In addition to musical soundtracks or vocal grains, sometimes other aural cues metonymically remind us of people we know and love.  I still can recall the sound of my father’s footsteps trudging down the hall on rust colored carpet that has not graced my parents’ house since the late 1980s.  My father has not been with us since 2011. But still the sound lives on.

My son, for example, does not think of me as a song at all, but rather as the sound of my keys jingling.  Sometimes it is just that simple.  At times approximating 5:30 by minutes and seconds, he begins to listen intently for the sound og my keys echoing down the day care hallway, letting him know that i have arrived to pick him up.  For weeks, I wondered how he knew I was coming and how he was already at the door excitedly screaming “Mommy!”  This past Monday, I heard him and his teacher discussing the keys–”I even recognize them now!” his teacher told him–and I looked down to see my keys, attached to a blue telephone cord, bouncing rhythmically with every hurried step, which they probably have every day at 5:30 for four years now.

So here it is, the sound of my keys, my self.  Since it is 4:48, I’m off to get my boy.

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The Noise Project #8: The Portraitby: Elizabeth

The Sounds of Lizzie: Snorting

I am Liz

I am Liz
Liz I am

That Liz-I-am
That Liz-I-am!
I will not like that Liz-I-am

Will you snort when you giggle?

I will not snort, Liz-I-am.
I will not snort when I giggle.

Would you like to here or there?

I will not snort here or there.
I will not snort anywhere.
I will not snort when I giggle.
I will not snort, Liz-I-am

Would you snort in a house?
Would you snort with a mouse?

I will not snort in a house.
I will not snort with a mouse.
I will not snort here or there.
I will not snort anywhere.
I will not snort when I giggle.
I will not snort, Liz-I-am

Would you snort in a box?
Would you snort with a fox?

Not in a box.
Not with a fox.
Not in a house.
Not with a mouse.
I will not snort here or there.
I will not snort anywhere.
I will not snort when I giggle.
I will not snort, Liz-I-am

Would you? Could you? In a car?
Giggle Sort! Giggle Sort!
You can’t get too far.

I would not, could not, in a car.

You may like to snort.
You will see.
You may like to snort in a tree?

I would not, could not in a tree.
Not in a car! You let me be.

I will not snort in a box.
I will not snort with a fox
I will not snort in a house.
I will not snort with a mouse.
I will not snort here or there.
I will not snort anywhere.
I will not snort when I giggle.
I will not snort, Liz-I-am
A train! A train!
A train! A train!
Could you, would you on a train?

Not on a train! Not in a tree!
Not in a car! Liz! Let me be!
I would not, could not, in a box.
I could not, would not, with a fox.
I will not snort in a house.
I will not snort with a mouse.
I will not snort here or there.
I will not snort anywhere.
I will not snort when I giggle.
I will not snort, Liz-I-am

Say!
In the dark?
Here in the dark!
Would you, could you, in the dark?

I would not, could not, in the dark.

Would you, could you, in the rain?

I would not, could not, in the rain.
Not in the dark. Not on a train,
Not in a car, Not in a tree.
I will not like do it, Liz, you see.
Not in a house. Not in a box.
Not with a mouse. Not with a fox.
I will not snort here or there.
I will not snort anywhere.

You do not like to giggle and snort?

I will not like snort, Liz-I-am.

Could you, would you, with a goat?

I would not, could not with a goat!

Would you, could you, on a boat?

I could not, would not, on a boat.
I will not, will not, with a goat.
I will not snort in the rain.
I will not snort on a train.
Not in the dark! Not in a tree!
Not in a car! You let me be!
I will not snort in a box.
I will not snort with a fox.
I will not snort in a house.
I will not snort with a mouse.
I will not snort here or there.
I will not snort anywhere.
I will not snort when I giggle.
I will not snort, Liz-I-am
I will not like to snort ANYWHERE!

I will not like to snort when I giggle!
I will not like it, Liz-I-am.

You will not like it SO you say.
Try it! Try it!
And you may.
Try to snort and you may I say.

Liz!
If you will let me be,I will try to snort, you will see.

*Giggles with a SNORT*

Say!
I like to snort when I giggle,
I will!! I like it, Liz-I-am!
And I would snort in a boat!
And I would snort with a goat…
And I will snort in the rain.
And in the dark. And on a train.
And in a car. And in a tree.
This is so funny, so funny you see!

So I will snort in a box.
And I will snort with a fox.
And I will snort in a house.
And I will snort with a mouse.
And I will snort here and there.
Say! I will snort ANYWHERE!

I will so like to snort while I giggle!
Thank you!
Thank you, Liz-I-am

 

Self Portrait with Swarmby: Kate

Self Portrait with Swarm - Kate MacDonald

Self Portrait with Swarm – Kate MacDonald – collage with pencil, 13 x 13″

I was not born clean from an egg
but with a moth
buried deep
in my chest

It has no sound
but a tempo of wings.

Mess-a di voceby: Stephen

Randomly slicing and rearranging samples from my rendition of “Summertime” to create a sonic portrait.

Meby: Jan Olav

Sound Portrait of a “Quiet” Personby: Laura

I am known as a “quiet” person. I find that many of my current sound-producing activity falls in line with this ethos of quietude. But even a life conducted at low volume levels can be entirely frenetic and energy draining. All week I have been produced steady hours of bicycle-wheel humming, shoe-to-pavement thumping, body-in-water splashing, fingers-to-keyboard clicking, and paintbrush-to-canvas scrubbing.

EYESby: Steven

For my portrait I look at what I would sound like. I believe my image would not look like myself but be an abstract representation. This is what I came up with.

 

The Portraitby: Kim

Lately I’ve been having a lot of reason to be angry – the following is my representation of my listening inside….

 

Apnea Suiteby: Mike

The Noise Project: Portrait

Apnea Suite

 

My practice revolves around the idea of unconscious sound generated by the spectator. We live in our own auditory architecture. This can be seen as barriers of sound that have become a personal white noise, or the sounds of our existence. I find myself conducting constant analysis of the sounds I generate so I felt it would be interesting to examine the sounds of my true unconscious self, during sleep. My partner as well as my children consistently comments on the sounds I generate during my sleep.

Apnea Suite is culled from a 7+ hour audio recording of my sleep patterns. I was shocked as well as amused by the sounds I generate during my sleep. Shallow breathing, whistles, coughs, sighs, deep breaths and snoring comprise the source of this composition. I have mildly processed the work. I wanted the suite to speak for itself.

Minya zavoot Roksanaby: Roxane

 

I’m not myself this week.  My hard drive died for the third time in just ten months, so I have been forced to use my very ancient laptop which is so old I’ve had to use seriously limited editing software.  I am lost without my laptop.

I decided to “speak” my portrait!  My questions and thoughts are punctuated by my favourite background accompaniment which reflects my penchant for using the Internet to tune in round the world.

 

Gathering Mossby: Alan

When fielding recording you often spend hours exploring different locations searching for something of sonic interest.  Sometimes you have success sometimes not.  You are often in search of a particular sound, or you will expect to capture certain sounds in certain places and situations.  But, sitting at your desk or workspace you are familiar with this sound world, with often the only sounds been those of basic movement and the interaction between you and the prosaic objects around your person.  That said, staying in the single location for a long time can allow something unexpected to happen, different sound worlds can enter your space.  Open a window and it’s like a continuously unfolding soundwalk. The day progresses, seasons change, temperatures rise and fall.

This short piece I present here is a collection of a few of those sounds, showing how dynamic a sound world can be experienced just by sitting at a window and being conscious of the unfolding soundtrack.

A Closing of Handsby: Richard

On the surface, you could sum me up with a sneeze, a snore, a throat clearing and a mumbled joke. It wouldn’t tell you very much, though.

What really sums me up is my guitar. This is a piece I wrote nearly 30 years ago. It’s a slightly shortened version I recorded at my kitchen table one morning this week, playing the guitar I got for my 18th birthday. The guitar has had its fair share of dings and could use a bit of renovation and some spare parts, but it’s still my favourite and I wouldn’t be parted from it. The piece was originally part of a triptych for a dance company.