Part 2 of The Wiseawesome Series is entirely self-indulgent. I recorded every moment of direct contact I had with Tommy Wiseau, which comes to just over two minutes. The only reason I was in the room (The Room!) was to monitor sound for an interview with the visionary. But as things were wrapping up, I had to jump in. I could not stomach failing to get a photo with the dude. So today's audio begins with the goodbyes between the interviewer and the interviewee, and then you hear me jump in... reeking of desperation... "Can we snap a couple pics with you?!" From there, we hear more of Tommy's shameless self-promotion, the kind he is famous for, and more of my shameless fandom. I even say that this is the "opportunity of a lifetime." That's right. I said that. And since Tommy mentions his trailer, that is today's bonus material. Listen to our interactions and watch the trailer. It will be the best five minutes of your life. THE SUNDAY SOUND: April 29, The Wiseawesome Series, Part 2. For those following along in an RSS reader, click through to the original post to hear today's piece.
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To truly grasp the significance of this series, you need to revisit a post from February: The Brilliance of Tommy Wiseau. At that screening of The Room, it was announced that Tommy Wiseau would be IN PERSON at another screening in April. Naturally, I bought tickets immediately. Now that we're all up to speed, this long-anticipated event occurred Friday. I knew I would be the lucky attendee of a sold-out Q&A session with Mr. Wiseau, but I had no idea that I would spend over half an hour roughly four feet away from the genius himself! Peter Flynn, a dude I know from work (the perks of working in Visual and Media Arts!), was shooting at the screening for a documentary he is doing on art house cinema. He had an interview scheduled with Mr. Wiseau and needed someone to monitor the audio (!!!!!!!). I recorded the entire Q&A session and the entire interview, so I've got some seriously good stuff to share with you all. The whole thing was so amazing (and so many amazing things are happening in my life!), that I decided to create a whole series around it (titular credit goes to my pal Dean Egan for the apt "Wiseawesome!"). From now until the Sunday before my wedding day (talk about burying the lead!), I will share 60 titillating seconds of sound from the exceptionally (charmingly!) crazy mind of Tommy Wiseau. Let's think of it as my extended bachelorette party. Today's minute? The audio from the infamous (!) coffee shop scene, featuring all the glory of Coolidge crowd participation. THE SUNDAY SOUND: April 22, The Wiseawesome Series, Part 1. For those following along in an RSS reader, click through to the original post to hear today's piece. If you know sound art, you know John Cage. For those who don't, Cage was an avant-garde composer who practiced a lot of what I focus on... sound for sound's sake, sounds from the non-standard use of musical instruments, noise as art, etc. He is probably most known for his piece 4'33''. To play this piece, performers sit in silence for 4 minutes and 33 seconds. The piece is whatever ambient sound the audience perceives as the performers sit still. Enjoy this performance of 4'33'' by Hollywood darling, Nicolas Cage. Also, I spent today's lunch break on a few site improvements:
Before last weekend, Brian had never stepped foot in New York City. THIS. HAD. TO. CHANGE. So, as I mentioned last week, we took a mini road trip down to NYC. I am happy to report we made it through our first road trip as a couple! Granted, it was only 3.5 hours. But I'll take milestones where I can get 'em. (Let's hope we survive our next road trip... roughly 2,400 miles [39 hours of driving!] across the U.S. so we can actually live in the same town.) We did all sorts of stuff... from the typical (pizza/cheesecake in Times Square and exploring the Top of the Rock) to the not-so-typical (a trek to see the Ghostbusters firehouse and a stop at the Big Gay Ice Cream Shop with my good pal Luis). Amidst all our adventure, we took a siesta on Umpire Rock, a big chunk of bedrock in the south end of Central Park. We lounged about in the sun and listened to birds chirping and kids playing. Brian suggested I record a bit for the Sunday Sound. I appreciated his suggestion. THE SUNDAY SOUND: April 15, The Sound of Central Park. For those following along in an RSS reader, click through to the original post to hear today's piece. Brian came to visit me this weekend. We had all sorts of adventures, including one that I'll expound upon below! Another adventure, a 36-hour trip to New York City, was delayed roughly two hours because I was determined to give you all my weekly post. BUT ALAS! I wrote the post all up, edited the sound, spruced it all up, etc. and when I went to publish, my stupid blogging client deleted the draft/post. I was so irritated; poor Brian had to hear me complaining for at least 20 minutes. I'm well-adjusted, I swear. But anyway. We went to the Mapparium on Saturday! The Mapparium is a three-story globe that you can walk through. It reflects the world as it was in 1935. I have wanted to check this out (along with the rest of the Christian Science plaza) since I moved to Boston in 2006. I finally had an excuse! Today's Sunday Sound is a 2-minute segment from the tour audio featuring the words of various peace activists. Recording and photography were prohibited, but I like living on the edge! I embarked upon a covert ops mission to take the photo below and sneak some audio. Enjoy! And I'll see you here next week, no matter what trip I have to delay. THE SUNDAY SOUND: April 8, The Mapparium! For those following along in an RSS reader, click through to the original post to hear today's piece. The theme of today's Sunday Sound post: RETURNING HOME. First, I am beginning the process of returning to my commitment to creating. That sounds so non-committal, I recognize. I simply haven't had much creative inspiration lately (I can come up with a number of reasons for this, but that isn't the point). I haven't posted a Sunday Sound in weeks, and the ones I have posted have been decidedly lackluster. I am hoping to move forward and resume the series; my posts may not have the same Colleen sparkle right at first, but I am convinced that forcing myself to resume will stir up some creative juices. So there we are. Returning to my creative self. Returning home. Second, I have been blessed with another option for decent Mexican food in Massachusetts. While there are countless world cuisine options around these parts, there is no MEXICAN. This has always depressed me as a sizable chunk of my life (ten of my nearly 28 years!) was spent in the El Paso, Texas / Ciudad Juarez metropolis. Living in a border town offered all sorts of delights... knowing plenty of Spanish by age 10, an enduring fascination with el Dia de los Muertos, walking amongst a group of Crip Killers (I was excited that they were throwing out my initials!), and a dependence on copious amounts of tortillas, cheese, salsa, and beans. And I returned home when I walked in to El Potro. My roommate and I strolled in and were greeted by the familiar and comforting sounds of Mariachi. That's right. REAL MARIACHIS IN SOMERVILLE. I was immediately transported to the days of my youth when I could easily cross the border in to Juarez and eat outside the mercado on Avenida 16 de Septiembre. That was before all this drug cartel business. I captured one of the most amazing moments of this night... when the lead vocalist held out a note for TEN SECONDS. I couldn't keep myself from screaming out (don't worry, I captured that, too). Here's a listen... And finally, General Conference was this past weekend. It always has a way of re-centering me, but I felt particularly calmed by it at this moment in time. And, truth be told, I really needed some calming. The President of my Church shared a portion of Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood by William Wordsworth. I cut the below audio snippet from his talk. The entire poem strikes me, but mostly this line: We come from God, who is our home. THE SUNDAY SOUND: April 1, Mariachis and Monson. For those following along in an RSS reader, click through to the original post to hear today's piece. |
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