Last Thursday saw me engaging a creative activity that I've never done before: audio reading. Naturally, I had no clue as to how I would do it, but then I did know those who could show me and provide the facilities my student privileges yielded. Again, it all boiled down to the lovely Boningtion sound studio, aka my second home.
The studio also had sound booths that I could use for clear and concise recordings. This was practically insightful and very useful for the task I had volunteered for the Light Night project. I basically had to record myself reading this relevant passage from The Rainbow, by D.H. Lawrence:
'Already it was a history. In every phase she was so different. Yet she was always Ursula Brangwen. But what did it mean, Ursula Brangwen? She did not know what she was. Only she was full of rejection, of refusal. Always, always she was spitting out of her mouth the ash and grit of disillusion, of falsity. She could only stiffen in rejection, in rejection. She seemed always negative in her action.
That which she was, positively, was dark and unrevealed, it could not come forth. It was like a seed buried in dry ash. This world in which she lived was like a circle lighted by a lamp. This lighted area, lit up by man's completest consciousness, she thought was all the world: that here all was disclosed for ever. Yet all the time, within the darkness she had been aware of points of light, like the eyes of wild beasts, gleaming, penetrating, vanishing. And her soul had acknowledged in a great heave of terror only the outer darkness. This inner circle of light in which she lived and moved, wherein the trains rushed and the factories ground out their machine-produce and the plants and the animals worked by the light of science and knowledge, suddenly it seemed like the area under an arc-lamp, wherein the moths and children played in the security of blinding light, not even knowing there was any darkness, because they stayed in the light.
But she could see the glimmer of dark movement just out of range, she saw the eyes of the wild beast gleaming from the darkness, watching the vanity of the camp fire and the sleepers; she felt the strange, foolish vanity of the camp, which said "Beyond our light and our order there is nothing," turning their faces always inward towards the sinking fire of illuminating consciousness, which comprised sun and stars, and the Creator, and the System of Righteousness, ignoring always the vast darkness that wheeled round about, with half-revealed shapes lurking on the edge.
Yea, and no man dared even throw a firebrand into the darkness. For if he did he was jeered to death by the others, who cried "Fool, anti-social knave, why would you disturb us with bogeys? There is no darkness. We move and live and have our being within the light, and unto us is given the eternal light of knowledge, we comprise and comprehend the innermost core and issue of knowledge. Fool and knave, how dare you belittle us with the darkness?"
Nevertheless the darkness wheeled round about, with grey shadow-shapes of wild beasts, and also with dark shadow-shapes of the angels, whom the light fenced out, as it fenced out the more familiar beasts of darkness. And some, having for a moment seen the darkness, saw it bristling with the tufts of the hyena and the wolf; and some having given up their vanity of the light, having died in their own conceit, saw the gleam in the eyes of the wolf and the hyena, that it was the flash of the sword of angels, flashing at the door to come in, that the angels in the darkness were lordly and terrible and not to be denied, like the flash of fangs.'
It took quite a few takes to read it all correctly, but it was easier when I recorded each paragraph separately. After finishing in the sound booth, I then uploaded the wav. files to the usual mac suite computer I use in the studio and started editing on Adobe Audition (yet another very pretty software by the company, which acts as a digital workstation for audio files). This was a fairly short task, given that I only had to trim the intervals at the beginning and end of each recording and then appropriate them into the same composition. Lo and behold (I had to make a SoundCloud account because embedding an audio file into blogger is infuriating and stupid):
I was meant to get a recording of a female voice as well, but correspondence had gone awry and thus, the female voice talent could not make it to the recording due to other commitments and limited time related to this project.
I recognise that there is a general disappointment about this project already. To elaborate, there was at first confusion as to the actual date for showcasing our piece in front of the Arkwright building - it was meant to be on the 28th, coinciding with everything else happening on Light Night... but then as one can see on the publication in my previous post, this was changed to the 26th. There was also an issue with the duration and maintenance of the piece; was it on for just a night or was it running until the 28th? The latter suggested an alternative rearrangement on displaying the LED lights, which involved a few health & safety hiccups from the university. But it turns out we were only doing it for a night anyway, and thus we stuck to the original plan of laying the LED strips of light across each step. Then there was a lack of technical insight, as our tutor had little time to show us how to program and handle the hardware/software required for the display. So it was mainly a matter of discussing ideas, which eventually became a boring norm of these meetings. Personally, I'm not that disappointed, because my own technical contribution stemmed from this recording. I feel like I've learned something from this project, and I feel like I may also gain another insight from the event itself.