A study of two daydreams. Shot and edited on silent 16mm film, transferred to digital, and dubbed using Adobe Premiere.
Starring: Anna Borchert and Peter Mader
CHECK IT OUT
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1c6BAYStxm8
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
Vocal Part Two
This remix explores the relationship between two-year-olds and college students. Enjoy.
Click HERE for the .mp3
Runtime: 0:58
Click HERE for the .mp3
Runtime: 0:58
Monday, December 7, 2009
Vocal Part One
In the following interview: my friend Anna B's take on death, fate, and 2012.
Click HERE for the interview.
Runtime: 2:13
Click HERE for the interview.
Runtime: 2:13
Monday, November 16, 2009
Final Paper
A poweful excerpt from:
"Plato's Cave, Rothko's Chapel, Lincoln's Profile"
by Mike Kelley
Performed with Sonic Youth,
Live at Artist's Space, New York City,
December 5, 1986.
With Molly Cleator and Adam Rudolf.
Recorded by C. Parkinson.
Click HERE for the exerpt.
Excerpt Runtime: 10:45
Full Version Runtime: 38:04
Monday, November 9, 2009
Unnamed Sound
The following sound was initiated by Bus Route 15, traveling North on Oakland towards Whitefish Bay (marked by dotted line). I got off at Marlborough and Hampton and recorded at Cahill Park, the trail at Buckley Park, and around I-43 at Lincoln Park (all marked with stars.)
The recording itself was taken around the intersection of Palisades and Lake at the World War II Memorial structure.
Click HERE for the .mp3
Monday, October 26, 2009
Field Recording Drift
My Drift strategy was to continue walking from campus until I hit a dead end, while alternating left and right turns every five to ten minutes. On the walk, I was looking for very distinct sounds, which was difficult because most of the area was residential, as well as interesting objects/circumstances for mic placement.
I was lucky enough to stumble upon a rather oddly placed pipe in the middle of a park which turned out to be quite interesting.
Drift One - Pump Pipe
October 20th @ 11:42AM
Run Time: 00:35
Commentary
Location: Public park near the old water pump
Luckily, the Drift eventually led me to a dead end: the beach! Although the next two clips consist of water sounds, they have very different qualities:
Drift Two - Shore Pier
October 20th @ 1:30PM
Run Time: 00:32
Commentary
Location: Pier at Milwaukee Harbor
Drift Three - Beach Rocks
October 20th @ 2:06PM
Run Time: 00:28
Commentary
Location: On top of rock wall near Milwaukee Harbor
---PART 2---
Brian Lis
Film 116 - Field Recording
Drift One - Pump Pipe
While at the park around the old water tower in Milwaukee, I noticed something odd; a pipe sticking out of the grass in the middle of the park. The area was surrounded by trees and shrubs, housing the water tower to the east and a concrete rotunda with a fountain just in the middle. Residential streets surrounded the park on all four sides, but there was not too much activity. I felt inclined to sit down on a bench for a while and just rest from all the walking. I was amazed at how peaceful a park in the middle of the city could be; the sound of birds chirping and the wind calmly swaying leaves of trees. I looked around.
Tree. Tree. Couple walking. Grass. Grass. Pipe?
I walked over to it. The pipe was about a foot and a half tall, white in color. To the right of it lay a small steel door, possibly utility storage. I didn’t question why the two objects were there, because a city needs its various underground infrastructures, but rather why they were placed in that exact spot; unprotected, unmarked, and sitting in the middle of the park. Not too overwhelmed by this thought and pursuing my drift strategy, I shoved one of the microphones into the pipe.
A low resonating hum filled my right ear. At first I thought I heard water dripping; an image of a cave came to mind. The sound felt hollow and vast, suddenly I heard a rhythmic scratching. A shovel perhaps? Maybe someone was in the trap door. Maybe it was a sound emitting from a Metropolis-esque underground, in which the city’s working class toiled with hard labor.
Maybe not.
After a while of listening, the sound became almost angelic. It sounded like a choir holding a note for an endless amount of time, which made the pipe seem even more mysterious.
In my left ear, however, I heard a calm natural setting: birds chirping, leaves blowing past me. Even a squirrel was brave enough to approach me, rustling in some leaves over to my left. The stereo-image was quite ironic. One would never expect that just below this façade of peace and quiet, a system of pipes created such a hollow, mysterious sound. And the only link between the creepy, disorienting, depths of the city and the pristinely planned urban park was an innocent looking, albeit misplaced, pipe.
I was lucky enough to stumble upon a rather oddly placed pipe in the middle of a park which turned out to be quite interesting.
Drift One - Pump Pipe
October 20th @ 11:42AM
Run Time: 00:35
Commentary
Location: Public park near the old water pump
Luckily, the Drift eventually led me to a dead end: the beach! Although the next two clips consist of water sounds, they have very different qualities:
Drift Two - Shore Pier
October 20th @ 1:30PM
Run Time: 00:32
Commentary
Location: Pier at Milwaukee Harbor
Drift Three - Beach Rocks
October 20th @ 2:06PM
Run Time: 00:28
Commentary
Location: On top of rock wall near Milwaukee Harbor
---PART 2---
Brian Lis
Film 116 - Field Recording
Drift One - Pump Pipe
While at the park around the old water tower in Milwaukee, I noticed something odd; a pipe sticking out of the grass in the middle of the park. The area was surrounded by trees and shrubs, housing the water tower to the east and a concrete rotunda with a fountain just in the middle. Residential streets surrounded the park on all four sides, but there was not too much activity. I felt inclined to sit down on a bench for a while and just rest from all the walking. I was amazed at how peaceful a park in the middle of the city could be; the sound of birds chirping and the wind calmly swaying leaves of trees. I looked around.
Tree. Tree. Couple walking. Grass. Grass. Pipe?
I walked over to it. The pipe was about a foot and a half tall, white in color. To the right of it lay a small steel door, possibly utility storage. I didn’t question why the two objects were there, because a city needs its various underground infrastructures, but rather why they were placed in that exact spot; unprotected, unmarked, and sitting in the middle of the park. Not too overwhelmed by this thought and pursuing my drift strategy, I shoved one of the microphones into the pipe.
A low resonating hum filled my right ear. At first I thought I heard water dripping; an image of a cave came to mind. The sound felt hollow and vast, suddenly I heard a rhythmic scratching. A shovel perhaps? Maybe someone was in the trap door. Maybe it was a sound emitting from a Metropolis-esque underground, in which the city’s working class toiled with hard labor.
Maybe not.
After a while of listening, the sound became almost angelic. It sounded like a choir holding a note for an endless amount of time, which made the pipe seem even more mysterious.
In my left ear, however, I heard a calm natural setting: birds chirping, leaves blowing past me. Even a squirrel was brave enough to approach me, rustling in some leaves over to my left. The stereo-image was quite ironic. One would never expect that just below this façade of peace and quiet, a system of pipes created such a hollow, mysterious sound. And the only link between the creepy, disorienting, depths of the city and the pristinely planned urban park was an innocent looking, albeit misplaced, pipe.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Found Audio
Found Audio Edit
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Runtime: 00:50
My objective in this edit was to represent my fear of speaking in public, which was a significant part of my past. In the edit, a man gets ready to perform in front of a large crowd. He is fumbling with his microphone stand and when he finally addresses the public, people continue to talk and disregard his presence. He begins tuning out the room’s sound, becoming more aware of his heartbeat and breathing. The stress of the moment gradually increases and, at one point, becomes so overwhelming that it flatlines. This edit serves as a representation of my own insecurities when speaking publicly and shows how it can sometimes be overly stressful.
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Runtime: 00:50
My objective in this edit was to represent my fear of speaking in public, which was a significant part of my past. In the edit, a man gets ready to perform in front of a large crowd. He is fumbling with his microphone stand and when he finally addresses the public, people continue to talk and disregard his presence. He begins tuning out the room’s sound, becoming more aware of his heartbeat and breathing. The stress of the moment gradually increases and, at one point, becomes so overwhelming that it flatlines. This edit serves as a representation of my own insecurities when speaking publicly and shows how it can sometimes be overly stressful.
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