Monday, March 21, 2005
rabid dog attack
Besides learning 'Dinner Bell' by They Might Be Giants on the piano, I have done nothing but play my new bass since last post. I invite you now to imagine a world without love or hate or food or anything except me, playing bass to an audience of myself. It's grand!
I'm hungry, but I don't know whether I'd rather be having a order of bacon or whether I'd rather be having a basket of garlic bread.
I'm thinking about setting up microphones in strategic locations throughout the house and recording everything all the time, all on separate tracks. Then I'll put speakers near every microphone so I can playback important household moments in a spatially realistic fashion. Imagine walking into my house through the front door and hearing the conversation you had with me in the kitchen 3 days ago happening again right then in the kitchen. Confusing!
I'm hungry, but I don't know whether I'd rather be having a order of bacon or whether I'd rather be having a basket of garlic bread.
I'm thinking about setting up microphones in strategic locations throughout the house and recording everything all the time, all on separate tracks. Then I'll put speakers near every microphone so I can playback important household moments in a spatially realistic fashion. Imagine walking into my house through the front door and hearing the conversation you had with me in the kitchen 3 days ago happening again right then in the kitchen. Confusing!
