For the love of all that is good and holy, see The Book of Life on the big screen.
My production class went to the Institute of Contemporary Art a couple weeks ago to see a video installation called "The Visitors." We entered the room and were immediately confronted with nine huge screens covering the walls, with two screens of the same size positioned in the middle of the room. Each video feed had a dedicated audio channel. Musicians are shown in nine separate rooms of a farmhouse, performing together using headphones as their only connection.
It is hard to describe, so locals, check it out if you get the chance. The ICA is free on Thursdays! Today's sonic delight was captured as I stood in the room. If you can guess what the noise is at the end, you'll win a Sunday Sound all about YOU.
THE SUNDAY SOUND: October 19, Ragnar Kjartansson's "The Vistors."
After I snapped a few photos and recorded for a while, I was informed both were not allowed. Enjoy the contraband.
Writing narrative fiction is totally new for a documentary person like me, and I'm SHIT at it. I know this. I accept this (for now). I have always been good at the technical aspects of writing, and I recently found out that I'm fairly good at adaptation. But when it comes to pulling a story out of my (bum), I find my ideas completely lackluster.
Considering my first script is due in less than a week, I was thrilled to stumble upon these...
PIXAR'S 22 RULES OF STORYTELLING
While I realize posting The Sunday Sound on a Thursday afternoon is mildly fraudulent, I don't want another day to pass without sharing this week's sonic snack. This one's close to my heart as it captures one of my favorite things in life: a standard night at home with Brian (see also: husband, soulmate, boyfriend, in-home entertainment, inspiration, favorite sparring partner, etc.).
These standard nights at home comprise the bulk of our existence (perhaps a sad thought if you ponder it too long), but they're never the moments that are captured or preserved. I want more photos of couples lounging on the couch in their pajamas on Instagram! Dirty hair and a touch of B.O., holding each other as they eat junk food and watch the third episode in a row. Give me more!
This is my way of doing that. Here's 80 seconds of a standard night for us.
THE SUNDAY SOUND: October 16, A Work Night in 80 Seconds.
Please note: Brian does not laugh this hard at barely funny sitcom tropes. It is a fabrication. A hilarious fabrication, but a fabrication nonetheless.
I’m doing my very best to put all my energy into it, for I long so much to make beautiful things. But beautiful things require effort—and disappointment and perseverance.
(He gets me.)
The Harvard Summer School Chorus recently joined with the Boston Modern Orchestra Project
to perform two mid-twentieth century works by Lukas Foss and Aaron Copland. I got to hear the venture in Sanders Theatre of Harvard's gorgeous Memorial Hall.
I am never supposed to record these sorts of things, but of course I always do.
THE SUNDAY SOUND: August 24, Zion's Walls.
Thanks to Gael Ulrich for the invitation.
I have recently been called upon to plan all sorts of random church events. And what do random church events require? Random church flyers (oh, the never-ending charms of lay ministry). As such, I have had to use Photoshop A LOT. It seems I have a natural eye for design and layout but BOY HOWDY am I lacking in technical skill. As a teenager, I taught myself Photoshop so I could resize photos and add text (with shadows!) and... well... that's about it. Brian has taught me a bit more, but DUDE. It takes me ninety years to create the simplest thing. Here are a few of my creations.
For they saw and beheld with great sorrow that the people of the church began to be lifted up in the pride of their eyes, and to set their hearts upon riches and upon the vain things of the world, that they began to be scornful, one towards another, and they began to persecute those that did not believe according to their own will and pleasure.