Today’s #bandofsketchers prompt was sounds. Trying to work out how to draw this. Sounds can be acoustic or geographical. For instance the sound of music, or Plymouth Sound, an inlet into the sea. I decided to draw a combination of sound waves disturbing the surface of water as we don’t live anywhere near a sound. Felt pen drawing.
Look at me!
Listen to me!
See the news!
You can’t loose!
I’ve been watching TV with subtitled recently because my hubby is increasingly hard of hearing. But when the subtitles are being done in real time there can be some very strange results.
When nature programmes like Winter watch is on for instance, a ‘Willow Grove’ becomes a ‘Willow Grope’ , or on the news ‘set a new trend’ becomes ‘said a newt rend’! The subtitler sometimes retypes the words to clarify, but sometimes they are real howlers. I wish I could remember the best, but they flit by so quickly. Still it’s fun to watch out for them..
See that shining light? Thats the Sun, so bright.
Reflected shadows and bright highlights, a firy beacon beyond the horizon. It rose eight minutes ago. But light is not infinitley fast, and so it takes that time to travel the 93 million miles or so to get here. If you could hear the Sun sizzle the sound would take hours or even days, as the speed of sound is far slower ( thats why lightening always flashes first and then the rumble follows). But sound doesnt travel through a vaccuum. I get so irritated with Sci-fi films. Outside in space- no one can hear you scream… you need an atmosphere to hear, as molecules bump into other molecules and sound propagates…. soundwaves make your eardrums vibrate and tiny bones send that movement to your brain…
Sizzle on Sun, silently….
We sang together
Stood and sang
The Music rose
Like kneaded dough
Pummeled and pushed
Low voices rumble
Carrying the highs
Leasure and pleasure
Bang! Crash! Flash!
It’s not bonfire night and yet fireworks are going off all over the place tonight! Don’t know why but it sounds horrendous. When I opened the back door to let the cat in he didn’t want to come in though. He’s a tough outdoor cat. He prefers being outside. So I gave him extra food. I keep going to the door and calling him, that wsy if he does decide he wants to be in I can let him in….. I’ll put him some more food out later…. At least the whiz bang crashes seem to have settled down now!
When you live with someone with bad hearing loss, be prepared to repeat yourself. Sometimes endlessly.
He has hearing aids, but he doesn’t always remember to put them in, and even when he does he can’t always hear me. I repeat things, but because he has lost the higher frequency sounds my voice can be too high to hear. We end up in a guessing game. I say a word say ‘splurge’ for instance, and he will say ‘Forge, force?’ I repeat, then ‘sort? Sports?’ repeat again, trying to pitch my voice lower…. ‘splits?’ finally he gets it. The energy it takes to communicate is hard work. Tiring. Irritating. But ultimately we communicate.
My bush radio, and behind it a CD player and cassette player.
The radio takes a large square battery. It tunes in to Long wave so I can get Radio Four (including test match special). Its a real Bush radio from the 1960’s? I found it at a car boot sale years ago covered in splashes of emulsion paint. I gently cleaned that off (with a knife!) and when we put the battery in it worked!
I used the cassette player to listen to my fortieth birthday present, a boxed set of the Radio 4 series of the Lord of the Rings. We listened to it one weekend. Thirteen episodes, six episodes one day and seven the next. The epic series starred Micheal Horden as Gandalf and Ian Holm as Frodo. It includes parts of he books that don’t appear in the films. It’s not as complex as the original books, but very good.
Finally my CD player. I’ve got cds but I don’t listen to them very often. The whole lot of equipment is getting very old. But they have worked well for me. It would be sad to get rid of any of them. That’s the trouble with built in obsolescence.
Two tankers draining slurry from Portmeirion, the local pottery firm. This is the third day they’ve been doing it. The sound of diesel pumps and engines is so annoying. Have the TV on to drown it out. Usually on a sunny day I’d be in the garden. But the fumes from the lorries goes everywhere. I need to do stuff. The house vibrates when they do this. It might not be very audible in the video. But if we didn’t have double glazing it would be worse! I know they have to do it to keep the business going but this is too much today! I took videos of them from inside the house, with the door closed and the door open. On the one with the door open it was twice as loud. The diesel fumes are being blown away by the wind.
As I write this the pumps have just been switched off. The engines are still running…. No! It’s started up again, must have been changing tankers? The trouble is there is never any warning. They start about 9am and then go on all day. Yesterday and Monday it was just the morning. I want to scream. Would post video but takes up too much memory.
I just read a post on Facebook about a friend who’s neighbours THREE streets away are constantly playing loud music with a strong base beat. I suggested this and remembered a time a long time ago when I had similar problems…
“Can you reply by sitting outside his house in your car with your speakers on full blast playing Mozart?”
“When our old neighbours years ago used to play loud pop music I would wait till it went off late at night then play Mahler or Brahms through the wall at them, full blast…. Talk about passive aggressive. In the end it was so bad it kept the neighbour on the other side awake and she was eight months pregnant. I finally snapped and took my personal alarm, pulled the pin out of it and put my hand through the neighbours letterbox. (it was a terraced house). No one came to the door, so I went to the other neighbour and explained what I’d done. I was just coming out of there and my student neighbours started to come out to catch a taxi to the city centre. I stopped them and asked if they were at the local polytechnic. When they said yes, I asked if that meant they were intelligent. Because wasn’t it obvious that the noise they were making was disturbing their neighbours? They said it hadn’t mattered in the halls of residence, so I politely pointed out this was the ‘real’ world. A bit later the police arrived. I explained what I’d done and they decided to take no action!