An Ode to Noise
by Winjer
I’m in love with sound.
The making of, recording of, listening of, cringing from, falling in with sound that permeates the universe. I can go on and on about musicians with whom I feel have the same relationship with sound that I do.
I adore sound and it’s ability to create, destroy and alter moods.
Even with a raging headache, I can listen to music, or just drones, hours and hours of drones. I love firing up my synth and tweaking and shaping oscillators until my eyes no longer remain open.
Beats, blips, rumbles, twangs, splutters. It’s all there to hear. Putting an ear to a closed window to hear the muffled sound of rain on the tarp covering the car in the driveway. Listening intently at a mall, or downtown gathering of people, just all communicating, getting louder with each passing minute as they struggle to be heard, and to hear themselves.
All of these things bring home the fact that I do not create as much as I would like. But now, with some ambient drone on, I record the sound of these keys, and the hard drive clicks, the dog shuffling in it’s sleep. Just capturing it all, an archival of a Tuesday morning, while the rest of the city sleeps.
