Studio Sounds.

             "And in this world, there is no such thing as harmony."

Cinematic Moment:  "CM Illustrated Week" 10-minute Postcard #1.

We kick off  with this week with a doodle from a Brooklyn recording studio.  At the time, I was working as a copywriter for an ad agency, writing commercials for hospitals and small banks.  The job was interesting, but I hated the concept of being in an office when I could be out in the great big world.  My argument was that I couldn't be expected to ooze creativity in a sterile environment and shouldn't have to be there every other Friday.  God knows why, but my boss agreed. 

 I thought I could write the  30-second spot we were doing for Bon Secours hospital while my boy rehearsed for an upcoming tour.  I hadn't taken into consideration that there were others rehearsing there too, creating the residual noise of an atomic bomb filled with jingle bells.  I struggled for a half hour or so, writing and re-writing the same word 15 times before leaving to get a cup of coffee.  "It'll help me focus," I thought.  Multiply this process by 6 hours and you have 12 over-thought words, a severe case of carpal tunnel, caffeine tics and the bathroom habits of a newborn.  Bon Secours could have offered me a lot more than I them at that point. 

 I finally gave up trying to write and just listened to all the sessions happening in the studio.  A handful of miscellaneous musicians perfecting their craft, each different room holding a new sound.  When aurally ingested as a whole from a couch at the center of the room, however, the harmonies and genres clashed as they poured from beneath the cracks of the studio doors.  It was an interesting concept; cacophony in such a melodic place.