For the production of Sealed, I had roughly twelve hours of source material. I recorded myself reading old love letters my parents had written, interviewed each of my siblings, interviewed my parents, digitized audio from old cassette tapes, recorded my random musings and narration ideas, etc. The release version of Sealed has a 22-minute running time. That leaves about 698 minutes of recorded material unheard by anyone but me.
I love so much about that 698 minutes. Some of the best moments were recorded during a conversation with my siblings. We get passionate about every topic that ever comes up. Not an exaggeration. Some probably find that intense, but I am in love with our tendency.
The context of today's sixty seconds: Dad says he'd had doubts all along about marrying Mom. But in reading all his letters and listening to his doting voice on cassette tapes he made for her, I just don't buy it. This spurred a conversation about owning up to doubt.
(As a technical aside, I recorded this conversation between the four of us with an AKG 414 microphone set to a bidirectional pickup pattern. I set the mic on a tabletop stand. We sat two on each side. The levels of each of us recorded pretty evenly. I sound much louder in the track but that is only because I AM much louder. C'est la vie.)
THE SUNDAY SOUND: April 10, Immortalizing Doubt
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