
Band Under Bridge by g.a.harry
Three men under a bridge, brightening days.

Band Under Bridge by g.a.harry
Three men under a bridge, brightening days.
A little while back Varun Nair, Chris Prescott, Fiona Keenan, and I took part in a live foley film performance that was an assignment for our MSc in Sound Design. The point of the performance was to perform foley and sound effects in real time alongside a silent film made by some Edinburgh College of Art students from the previous year. It then occurred to us that when you think about it, if we could perform the audio elements, we could perform the video elements as well. If our aim was to improvise a soundtrack, why do it to a piece of fixed media like a film? Why not take the film and put it into a form that allowed the picture to change according to the sound?
So, while Varun, Chris, and Fiona built devilishly clever Max/MSP patches to create and manipulate sounds, I built one that would let me do the same with video. I wanted to be able to respond to their sounds in kind with the ability not only to re-edit the film on the fly, but to apply visual effects that would correspond with the ones they were using for sound; the result being a completely improvised film.
Surprisingly, it worked. In the end we found that in spite of its indeterminate beginnings, the film did manage to carry emotional and narrative weight. The most interesting point of all was that every member of the audience had their own interpretation of the film and was able to construct their own storyline according to the moments that were meaningful to them, not us. Fascinating. Thrilling.
Even more thrilling is that we have been invited to do it again at the Glasgow Film Festival. The piece is called Glasgow: Symphony of a Great City, and is a collaboration between Chris, Varun, and myself, filmmaker Susan Kemp, and poet Fiona Rintoul. Susan is shooting a bunch of brand new footage for us, and Fiona is providing us with (and reading) a number of Glasgow-related poems. To round out the sound, Varun, Chris, and I are going to go hunting for some Glasgow soundmarks to use in the soundtrack.
Along the way Varun and I are going to keep a running log of our progress, both with the location recording side of things, and with our respective Max/MSP patches. So do keep checking back. It should be interesting (I hope).
We’ll be performing on 18 February at 17:30, at the CCA Theatre. More info here. If you’re in the area we’d love to see you there.
These are the images I can hear. Juxtapositions. Claustrophobic closeups vs. expansive panorama. Blinding whites vs. richest hues vs. heavy fire-lit dark. Open vs. closed. High vs. low. Between them all sits a beautiful movie.
















Director
Spike Jonze
Original Music
Carter Burwell
Karen Orzolek (as Karen O.)
Cinematography
Lance Acord
Sound Department
David Boulton …. adr mixer
Thom Brennan …. foley editor
Lawrence L. Commans …. boom operator
Marie Ebbing …. music editor
Simon Ellegaard …. sound re-recording mixer
Coya Elliott …. assistant sound effects editor
Mark Fay …. boom operator
Malcolm Fife …. sound effects editor
Michael Fowler …. adr recordist
Alan Freedman …. adr mixer
Fabrice Galli …. comms assistant
David Jobe …. foley mixer
Bobby Johanson …. adr mixer
Tom Johnson …. additional sound re-recording mixer
Ren Klyce …. sound re-recording mixer
Ren Klyce …. supervising sound editor
Michael Krikorian …. production sound mixer: second unit, Los Angeles
Scott R. Lewis …. mix technician
Zach Martin …. sound mix technician
Jeremy Molod …. assistant supervising sound editor
Chris Navarro …. adr mixer
Chris O’Shea …. second boom operator
Juan Peralta …. sound re-recording mixer
Richard Quinn …. dialogue editor
Andrew Ramage …. sound mixer: second unit
David Raymond …. boom operator: Los Angeles
Ronald G. Roumas …. sound recordist
Jurgen Scharpf …. sound mix technician
Brian Seagrave …. audio post-conform
Clint Smith …. sound recordist
Rachael Tate …. adr recordist
Eric Thompson …. adr mixer
Mark J. Wasiutak …. boom operator
Mark Weingarten …. sound mixer
Matthew L. Weiss …. boom operator
Gary Wilkins …. sound mixer
Zach Wrobel …. boom operator
Aaron Zeller …. sound utility
Peter Gleaves …. adr mixer (uncredited)
Rick Gould …. boom operator (uncredited)
Visual composition implies sonic composition. Depth, breadth, and framing force the ears and build the world anew frame by frame. We fill in the sonic space left empty by the image with our own thoughts and personal sounds. These are the images that pull hardest on my ears.























Director:
François Truffaut
Cinematography
Nicolas Roeg
Sound Department
Robert T. MacPhee …. sound (as Bob McPhee)
Gordon K. McCallum …. sound mixer
Norman Wanstall …. sound
Barry Gray …. electronic sound effects (uncredited)
Graham V. Hartstone …. sound camera operator (uncredited)
Charlie McFadden …. boom operator (uncredited)
Otto Snel …. sound re-recording mixer (uncredited)
Original Music
Bernard Herrmann
AGREE/DISAGREE: 55 STATEMENTS ABOUT THE CULTURE
001. Abundance renders all issues personal and apolitical.
002. All inflection of individualism has been codified.
003. Art about art is over.
004. Art-for-art’s-sake remains valid.
005. As elites dwindle into pointless cliques, they cease constituting a boutique audience.
006. Borders are interesting because they generate difference and hence newness.
007. Bourgeois torpor is infinitely superior to living in an ant colony.
008. Commodity fetishism is a recognizably biological impulse.
009. Consensual hierarchy is not necessarily oxymoronic.
010. Consumeristic cultures being forced to share intellectual hegemony with less consumeristic cultures
is not going to be a graceful process.
011. Desire seems to have boiled down to shopping.
012. Demonize the symbolic analysts.
013. Detachment is now a sentimental viewpoint.
014. Elites are too preoccupied with bunkering to waste time coddling avant-gardes.
015. Even the most individual statements, if copied enough, become assembly-line.
016. Ideologies are often adopted as poses by people who wish to avoid engaging in discourses they find tir’esome.
017. If it feels exclusive, it’s probably doomed.
018. If we can tell it’s yours, it will be taken away.
019. If you possess a recognizable style, then good for you.
020. If you wish to both steal it and vandalize it, it may well be art.
021. If your authorship is detectable, you must conceal the tingle of pleasure you feel upon recognition.
022. If your creation is recognizably yours, you must be punished.
023. In the future everybody will be the same.
024. Individualism exhausts most people.
025. Individuals will not assign themselves social responsibility in the absence of perceived social cohesion.
026. Leisure time is a joke.
027. Linear time feels both laughable and terrifying.
028. Making art while having an audience inside your head is corrupt.
029. Making statements purely about society indicates a lack of individual character.
030. Media manipulation seems dated.
031. Money still dictates the taxonomy of newness.
032. New York is too preoccupied with other issues to generate avant-gardes.
033. One feels pity for cultures unwilling to subsidize difficult ideas.
034. One sentimentalizes liberalism yet also recognizes its obsolete dimensions.
035. Only art that speaks to everybody counts.
036. Other people are irrelevant.
037. Other people’ are the only possible future.
038. Paint is a joke.
039. Personal memory and corporate memory are so blurred together that individualism has become a
shaky concept.
040. Place is a joke.
041. Pre-empting criticism through the clever use of strategy is boring.
042. Relief from anxiety in exchange for individual identity is a bad trade.
043. Security guards are the only modern component of modern art museums.
044. Secretly yearning for a big new movement is laughably naive.
045. Serial innovation by an individual human is the only respectable dimension of creation.
046. Sexual art is often merely therapy.
047. Skill is sentimental.
048. Technology got us into this; technology will get us out.
049. The middle classes are an historically transitory tribe necessary only for the studious creation of new
technologies and will soon be obsolete.
050. Victimology proved unable to generate objects of commodity value.
051. You mistake the effects of social disengagement for dwindling abundance.
052. You mistake the effects of dwindling abundance for social disengagement.
053. You never hear the word “ego” used anymore.
054. Your longing for an end of history reveals your anger at having to be an individual.
055. Your own awareness of your own complicity in the commodification process is no longer of any concern.
-Douglas Coupland
New Republic; 8/21/95, Vol. 213 Issue 8/9, p10-10, 1p

Encounter With the Natives by g.a.harry
A friendly run in with the elusive Edinburgh Drunkie. Often traveling in packs of 10 or more, these strange beast can be very affectionate, though they have been known to turn violent at the slightest provocation.
Reality, the transposition of the real, the transcription of the real into art is not truth. There is no truth in documentary. To take a series of real stories and manipulate them, to re-jig them, into a pattern that best suits my desire and inclination is not creation, is not real, it is craven revisionism. It is hiding Truth behind the veil of true.
This is not based on a true story. The truths that we seek, and the only ones that we can truly find are the ones that happen between events. Truth is the distance between reality and the real. Life is the metaphor that binds birth to death and death to birth. Truth is the distance between two lies. To create, to tell a true story, you must lay yourself down somewhere between the untruths that we create for ourselves and measure the the gap with your heart.
Composition: Gervais Harry
Mixing/Mastering: Varun Nair/Gervais Harry
Video Made in Max/MSP