SoundScape: Proposal 1
I usually sit out on the balcony attached to my room every night. I plan on using that location for inspiration for my sound project. The time is 10:23 on a Monday night. This is what I hear:
The fast, soft tick of rain as it hits the paneled roof above me. My window air conditioner sputters and hisses in my left ear. My lighter as my thumb rolls down the circular starter making a click, I hear the lighter fluid igniting like a balloon letting out air. The flicker of the flame and the crackling of my cigarette as I inhale. I hear a car go by—its rubber tires streaming through the rain filmed concrete. It hits the sewer top and a loud clunk echoes between my apartment building and the one across the street. I hear the conversations of people walking down the street- not words just murmurings. One passes on a cell phone. My neighbors walk out their front door talking. I exhale the smoke from my lungs, and I can hear it over the drops of rain on the cinder half-wall in front of me. I can hear the beat of a backpack as it thumps against the person’s back as they run from the rain. A helicopter passes above- its propeller beating through the air. It’s so loud I can’t hear anything else for a few seconds until it slowly fades into the distance. The boy who passes each night, belting out a new song, walks down the opposite sidewalk singing “When You Were Young” by The Killers. A gust of wind blows and the wooden screen door to my room opens silently and slams closed. It hits its wooden frame loudly. Another car passes, this one traveling quicker than the first. The same sound of the tires, just faster, but the rain stopped. I hear the squeak of its windshield wipers on the dry Plexiglas.
