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Skit works
his evil magic on innocent white noise...
Unfortunately, these have come
into the public domain backwards! "These?" Allow me to explain; it's
actually a run-on from UnCaged: 33'4'', which you can read about on
the next page, coz it came out several days afterwards. White, pink and
brown noise are often used to mask background sounds, that's what that track
was all about, silence by other means, but Skit wondered about alternate
uses. You know, could you make ears bleed with it? He's very interested in
things like that. And, as luck would have it, we had only a few days to
produce our 10th 35 minute aural torturer for the RPM Challenge's monthly
cousin...
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Our Twizz has a white noise
machine in her room to help her sleep peacefully (not that I'd be snoring in
an adjacent bedroom or anything), I didn't want to think of white noise in
any other way. But Skit insisted.
"Look what happen when Skit
mess with EQ!" He grinned fiendishly, lifting one of the frequency bars with
a click of the mouse.
Suddenly, this peaceful bringer
of sleep was hissing ferociously at us. I slunk into the corner, dropped to
the floor and put my head on my knees in distress.
"Skit not finish yet! Hah!" He
shouted, continuing to manipulate controls I could no longer see.
I started to tremble and sob
audibly. It engendered no empathy.
"What about THIS!?" He
continued without mercy.
It was worse. To be honest, I
could have used a fresh tissue, but didn't want to give him the satisfaction
of asking. I wanted to leave The Mmatterialisation Chamber, but I was in an
awkward position, and it's not that easy getting up again at my age.
"AND THIS!"
I was just waiting for him to
shout "IT'S ALIVE!" by this point.
"HARSH WHITE NOISE, YAS!"
You'd think he had invented
something completely new, and maybe he has, only time can be the judge of
that.
"We can't possibly put that
out," I said, "it could permanently damage people's hearing."
"You big girl's blouse." He
replied, poking me in the face with Twizz's dressing up wand, I knew the
game was up.
"Alas, I fear I am undone by
your skilfully crafted expostulation." I had no choice other than
concession, and he accordingly made me wear Twizz's fairy wings for the rest
of the afternoon.
So here it is, our 10th
cacophonic symphony for Mr. Lien and crew. Who Is Earthshine? Why, by some
strange coincidence, it just happens to be an anagram of 'harsh white
noise'. And as we usually say at this point, small world...
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