Sound

“The past is an old armchair in the attic, the present an ominous ticking sound, and the future is anybody’s guess.” ~ James Thurber ~

Sound has always had an incredible effect on me. It is what brought me to become a vocalist and a musician. The ability to create a sound that brings emotion to the listener is a very high calling to me. I have been able to use it to good effect ever since I was a teenager.

The ability to identify a sound, figure out what is making it, which direction it is coming from, even if it is very faint, I find amazing. It has an almost infinite range of intensity and pitch. I think of being in a mountain forest and listening to the hooves of a dear walking by our camp in the late twilight of evening when everything else is silent. These same ears have heard the concussion of a cannon being fired that was so loud that it was felt in my whole being and continued on like thunder for many seconds.

Sound is the invisible now. We can look forward to it and also remember it, but it is not the same as in the moment. A picture of Yosemite Valley cannot capture the grandeur of the location. In the same way listening to a recording of your favorite music can never capture or deliver the same feeling as being there as it is made, where you can hear the echoes and reverberations of the sound as it flows around you. The small nuances are like that little bit of spice in your favorite dish.

Think about how sound has affected your life. What are those special times you wish you could hear again? Those times that touched your heart or inspired you. I hope you have had many. Will you…I do… first baby sound…First three notes of Taps…a waterfall…your favorite concert…hail…

My challenge to you this Labor Day is to take some time to close your eyes a few times today and try to isolate all of the sounds around you. Do it where you are right now. You will be amazed how noisy it is, when you listen. Also do the same in a noisy place, like listening to each wheel of a train as it rolls by while the sound of the engine declines into the distance.

This topic came to me as I was standing on the edge of Interstate 5, across the street from a construction zone of jack hammers, nail guns and heavy equipment with music coming from the speakers of a radio station remote broadcast as I was talking to people. It was not like being at the library. It was a wall of sound, yet I could make out each source down to the individual car, tractor, speaker or voice.

Sound has value. I would rather hear my daughter say “Daddy” than see the most beautiful sunset.

Mike Ferrier

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“The past is an old armchair in the attic, the present an ominous ticking sound, and the future is anybody’s guess.” ~ James Thurber ~

Sound has always had an incredible effect on me. It is what brought me to become a vocalist and a musician. The ability to create a sound that brings emotion to the listener is a very high calling to me. I have been able to use it to good effect ever since I was a teenager.

The ability to identify a sound, figure out what is making it, which direction it is coming from, even if it is very faint, I find amazing. It has an almost infinite range of intensity and pitch. I think of being in a mountain forest and listening to the hooves of a dear walking by our camp in the late twilight of evening when everything else is silent. These same ears have heard the concussion of a cannon being fired that was so loud that it was felt in my whole being and continued on like thunder for many seconds.

Sound is the invisible now. We can look forward to it and also remember it, but it is not the same as in the moment. A picture of Yosemite Valley cannot capture the grandeur of the location. In the same way listening to a recording of your favorite music can never capture or deliver the same feeling as being there as it is made, where you can hear the echoes and reverberations of the sound as it flows around you. The small nuances are like that little bit of spice in your favorite dish.

Think about how sound has affected your life. What are those special times you wish you could hear again? Those times that touched your heart or inspired you. I hope you have had many. Will you…I do… first baby sound…First three notes of Taps…a waterfall…your favorite concert…hail…

My challenge to you this Labor Day is to take some time to close your eyes a few times today and try to isolate all of the sounds around you. Do it where you are right now. You will be amazed how noisy it is, when you listen. Also do the same in a noisy place, like listening to each wheel of a train as it rolls by while the sound of the engine declines into the distance.

This topic came to me as I was standing on the edge of Interstate 5, across the street from a construction zone of jack hammers, nail guns and heavy equipment with music coming from the speakers of a radio station remote broadcast as I was talking to people. It was not like being at the library. It was a wall of sound, yet I could make out each source down to the individual car, tractor, speaker or voice.

Sound has value. I would rather hear my daughter say “Daddy” than see the most beautiful sunset.

Mike Ferrier

“The past is an old armchair in the attic, the present an ominous ticking sound, and the future is anybody’s guess.” ~ James Thurber ~

Sound has always had an incredible effect on me. It is what brought me to become a vocalist and a musician. The ability to create a sound that brings emotion to the listener is a very high calling to me. I have been able to use it to good effect ever since I was a teenager.

The ability to identify a sound, figure out what is making it, which direction it is coming from, even if it is very faint, I find amazing. It has an almost infinite range of intensity and pitch. I think of being in a mountain forest and listening to the hooves of a dear walking by our camp in the late twilight of evening when everything else is silent. These same ears have heard the concussion of a cannon being fired that was so loud that it was felt in my whole being and continued on like thunder for many seconds.

Sound is the invisible now. We can look forward to it and also remember it, but it is not the same as in the moment. A picture of Yosemite Valley cannot capture the grandeur of the location. In the same way listening to a recording of your favorite music can never capture or deliver the same feeling as being there as it is made, where you can hear the echoes and reverberations of the sound as it flows around you. The small nuances are like that little bit of spice in your favorite dish.

Think about how sound has affected your life. What are those special times you wish you could hear again? Those times that touched your heart or inspired you. I hope you have had many. Will you…I do… first baby sound…First three notes of Taps…a waterfall…your favorite concert…hail…

My challenge to you this Labor Day is to take some time to close your eyes a few times today and try to isolate all of the sounds around you. Do it where you are right now. You will be amazed how noisy it is, when you listen. Also do the same in a noisy place, like listening to each wheel of a train as it rolls by while the sound of the engine declines into the distance.

This topic came to me as I was standing on the edge of Interstate 5, across the street from a construction zone of jack hammers, nail guns and heavy equipment with music coming from the speakers of a radio station remote broadcast as I was talking to people. It was not like being at the library. It was a wall of sound, yet I could make out each source down to the individual car, tractor, speaker or voice.

Sound has value. I would rather hear my daughter say “Daddy” than see the most beautiful sunset.

Mike Ferrier

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