Plus ca Change, Plus c'est la meme Change.
It’s just your tyical case of Art Imitating Life that wishes it was more artful.
My friend in the City So Nice They Named It Twice, Gotham, The Big Apple, NYC, called me up again. The last we had spoken, I was wandering the streets of Seattle looking for an appropriate gift for the Girl Cub. I had gotten an idea based on an old tradition of ours when we both lived in the same city at the same time. We would take long walks and I wouldn’t say we had conversations. We would exchange monologs.
We talked of martial arts, design; everything under the sun and no topic was too taboo or too sacred. The people we encountered on these walks we full of character, you couldn’t make these things up.
A longstanding comment was that we should make a play of our talks. We would of course stage this with multiple treadmills, so that we could walk with a scrolling background to give the impression of us walking. During intervals of the acts, various other performers would encounter us, by scrolling in on another treadmill, which would slide them across the stage if they were standing still, or at a different rare of speed or direction for the way we were headed.
We never did this play, for many reasons; mostly because we never had the time, money or real inclination to work that hard at something that wouldn’t yield that much profit.
Recently, I came across an article on Podcasting. here, and here, It was good to walk & talk with my friend even though we’re on opposite sides of the continent. Perhaps we’ll create podcasts of our adventures and make radio shows of it.
I’d like to do some radio spots and broadcast them on the web. I listened to a few of the old time dramas from the golden age of radio recently and that got me thinking about it.
In time, perhaps I will. For now, I have school to finish this coming week.
My friend in the City So Nice They Named It Twice, Gotham, The Big Apple, NYC, called me up again. The last we had spoken, I was wandering the streets of Seattle looking for an appropriate gift for the Girl Cub. I had gotten an idea based on an old tradition of ours when we both lived in the same city at the same time. We would take long walks and I wouldn’t say we had conversations. We would exchange monologs.
We talked of martial arts, design; everything under the sun and no topic was too taboo or too sacred. The people we encountered on these walks we full of character, you couldn’t make these things up.
A longstanding comment was that we should make a play of our talks. We would of course stage this with multiple treadmills, so that we could walk with a scrolling background to give the impression of us walking. During intervals of the acts, various other performers would encounter us, by scrolling in on another treadmill, which would slide them across the stage if they were standing still, or at a different rare of speed or direction for the way we were headed.
We never did this play, for many reasons; mostly because we never had the time, money or real inclination to work that hard at something that wouldn’t yield that much profit.
Recently, I came across an article on Podcasting. here, and here, It was good to walk & talk with my friend even though we’re on opposite sides of the continent. Perhaps we’ll create podcasts of our adventures and make radio shows of it.
I’d like to do some radio spots and broadcast them on the web. I listened to a few of the old time dramas from the golden age of radio recently and that got me thinking about it.
In time, perhaps I will. For now, I have school to finish this coming week.
posted by mediavore at
11:34 PM
1 Comments:
My darling...if you recall some point in feb or march-it may have been miles bday weekend I was utterly possesed by the idea of podcasts and home recording-so I borrowed by powerbook from work, drove out to brentwood and recorded-and MIXED all four parts of 'Come Again' with bebhain on garageband. Matt recommended we get fancy amplifiers and microphones, but, I think she sounded fantastic. SO spooky to hear a choir of bebhains singing in four part harmony.
What Im driving at is, now that you have your own powerbook, you can podcast all day long by going into a quiet room with the machine and that cheapo mike you have. After finals, that is.
j
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