For someone raised in and around Boston I have always had a strange calling to explore California. With previous visits to San Francisco, I had enlisted a swift take, a first impression that wasn’t so lasting as much as confusing. I am not sure if it was merely being dipped into the whirlpool color bath of the city too fast without steeping in the culture or just a result of particularly muddled convergences of place and time. I did however get tickled with a charm that stuck to my shoes like wet leaves from the park that you find when you get home. So, I was by no means deterred from returning to the city when I was given an opportunity to assist photographer Joseph Linaschke on a job. The locations for his shoot were around the North Beach district. I took it upon myself research the area ahead of time. I booked a room at hotel that appealed to my personal customary taste and jotted a few notes about restaurants near the hotel. I read that the area had a particular orientation to Italian culture which perked my interest and had me saying to myself The North End in Boston is Little Italy too and I started to listen deeper to the language that writers were using about the area. After all, I was using the same set of ears and sensory processing I used for listening to music and perhaps with this awareness I could hear the the genuine tones of my destination’s history.
I often feel like listening to an music album from start to finish is like travelling from one point to another and eventually reaching a physical destination in addition to the obvious emotional and artistic developments. As if, after progressing through the songs, the listener has taken great strides to be transported. While travelling in a car provides the opportunity to listen to long stretches of music it also resets our hearing when we step out of the car in a new place. Cracking open the doorway in a parking garage near Pier 35 in San Francisco’s North Beach district was as potent to hear as the first notes that emerge from the crackling fuzz of a record player.
As I ventured into the residential area I noticed the sound shift from the bright echoless open air of the bayside to a muffled hum softly bouncing around in the tightly packed dwellings. Here this heartwarming homestead reverberation sounded safe and yet carried a mysteriously hushed pulse that undeniably pushed through the pavement like willful grass growing up through the cracks. It is this familiar longing in such vividly voiced areas that makes me curious about hearing into the past. The stories of disappeared days that are told by sounds sustained in the landscape might lack detailed reports but the personification of beats and melodies can inspire the imagination to create the characters and set the stage. I felt a particular familiarity with the sounds as they mirrored the North End of Boston. Why would I want to even explore this cryptic musical language? Will it tell me something just simply fascinating or perhaps deliver an important message?
I carried these questions up a steep street where elements of the audio mix seemed to peel away like flakes of old paint and tumble back down the hill. I stopped halfway up the way to the Coit Tower to look at the view behind me and a lovely couple approached me looking up past me smiling as if to say, without words, we hear it too.. it’s up here. What was it? I continued climbing and reached the lawn at the tower. I sat on the wall that bordered the lawn and hung my gaze upon the spreading horizon out over the bay. There it was, like a giant salad bowl of noise, filled halfway with every single layer of the city’s sound and halfway with an impenetrable silence that hovers over the hill like a lofty blanket. I closed my eyes, dug into this silence and heard a vulnerable dreamlike orchestra. Out of the sound field, like little crackling fire sparks, came some quick notes of gentle animal footsteps on leaves nearby. I opened my eyes to see a coyote, ears forward, staring back at me. In one easy move It’s ears turned outward and it’s eyes looking deep into mine softened with kindness. It seemed to say, hello, I am the Coit Coyote, thanks for listening, have a nice day, before it danced back through the tall grass under the Cypress trees.
As I descended the hill, which seemed so steep that even sound itself couldn’t defy the gravitational pull of the incline, I felt like I had won a prize. I had endured a self-motivated scavenger hunt to discover a secret sound that commonly goes unnoticed to the inhabitants of it’s location and I was determined to find this sound in other places in North Beach. Motivated more by hunger, and less for the prospect of my mission, I went to Molinari’s Deli, where the transparent sound was quite delightfully buried in the patron’s excited voices as they ordered from the menu. Here the sandwich makers laugh and sing while they work. It is a place where sounds of celebrating family and food merge in music so me and my sandwich moved on to the hotel. The most special home on the hunt for the hidden sound of my fascination was at The Historic San Remo Hotel that I stayed at. Standing in the plant lined foyer, with coyote like ears I could swear I heard the faint haunting of romantic voices and laughter. And in my room as I played guitar I could hear sympathetic tones glisten like treasure in the dark gray fog cover that had suddenly hung like curtains in the sky.
Music moves us like the shifty weather through the dynamics of life and the right song can shape our day like magic mood medicine. Here are some select songs that can turn one’s early morning staring at the ceiling exercise into highly motivated, extended workout sessions or a stumble to the coffeeshop into an empowering trail running adventure guided by tempo and melodies.
While these select tunes do all share upbeat elements, their varying tempos and styles compliment a range of motivational tendencies from Sea Wolf’s You’re A Wolf setting the beat perfectly for cardio moves like jumping jacks to Icona Pop’s All Night dance beat giving you that extra pulse of confidence to charge an uphill run. However, this collection of tunes, which runs about 40 minutes, would not be complete without the fascinating journey of pumping the Broken Bells’ extremely motivating, dynamically effective song Perfect World through your earbuds.
I highly recommend downloading these songs for fitness motivation and in general as good vibrations for your soul, but really what I want to know is, what songs are on your fitness playlists?
I am hollow,
a silence still not yet filled with sounds or sights
just a running blur or a smiling champ to greet the day.
the uncharted hours expand the day’s lungs with crisp air
while the kick drum of my running shoes on the forest trail set the beat for a sprint in the park
then fountain and creek
breeze and birds,
the simple symphony awakens.
thoughts come and go like leaves riding the creek water
some falling into hollow pockets with a bubbling voice
trapped and swirled in the puddling pools before they drop down the next cascade
and soon my own hollowness is inhabited with a memory so thick it coats my heart like fresh paint:
when I was a kid
during the fall, in New England
when leaves swirled around in the air
time would slow down like I was dropped inside a snow globe
or sealed in a strong and secure sound envelope
where I would play, quite seriously, a game
where I would try to catch a falling leaf before it reached the ground,
if I caught the leaf it was good luck,
I would celebrate this victory like I won an Olympic event
and howl at the sky.
so on this morning’s familiar trail run
my empty boat of a heart starts to rock on the waves of this memory,
I hear a shift in my hollow breath
I feel the morning air hint at the familiar scent and temperature of fall’s arrival
and time slows the sound against the tempo of my racing heart,
suddenly a large yellow leaf falls in front of me and wraps around my face like a feisty starfish,
I stop in my tracks
I remove the leaf from my face
tears flood my eyes like the creek’s puddling pools backed up with late summer fallen leaves,
I take in my surroundings through a kaleidoscope of teardrop lenses
first to see if anyone witnessed the leaf attack,
no, I was alone,
secondly, to catch my breath
marveling at the fact that I am standing under a memorable tree,
standing in a memory
sparks shot through my body.
two months prior to this moment
I sat under this tree with you
feeling grateful to be in your presence
a big yellow leaf fell towards us,
I picked it up and twirled it in my hands
we smiled and talked and then
I have carried that moment with me through the months of being without you
it is a memory that shines in the hollow’s shadows
the memory stops me in my tracks like a big yellow leaf in the face
now, as I collapse below the tree, I imagine you there with me
as the salty sting of sweat and tears mix
these memories collide
as I clear my eyes and look up into the hollowed out crest
I mutter thanks and help me to the tree
in the silent core
I see an owl shutter its’ feathers
turn a dreamy eye toward me
then tuck its’ head back in.
It is then when I hear the sound to fill my hollow day like a radio wave
from the tree I receive the medicine code
the owl makes it clear:
you can trust discovering these moments,
the sounds that echo in hollow places,
like you trust the changes in the seasons
after all, the owl had seen it all:
the leaf + the smiles
a trail runner fascinated with what love sounds like,
another leaf + the memory pools
and the ever forward motions to reside in gratitude for the creative way it all comes together.
MAGNETIC WEST MUSIC presents... a LITHIA PARK SESSION with
In a way, it's like these days that I spend thinking of my days ahead. From a distance, my wish is a song that I release, bellowing and echoing. The sound is in the air and I hear it float away. Somehow, perhaps you might hear it, while playing in the park with your child, plunging underwater to escape the summer heat or in the nighttime silence that hide in pockets of your town. Or perhaps a squirrel will hear it, lifting its’ head momentarily before returning to its’ task, but either way, this music is good love in the air. My is music is love, a useful gift.
Magnetic West: Can you give an example of how music or sound has triggered an emotion in your life?
Levick: For me, sound and emotion is more of a music thing, and as you get older you know you get a little more detached from your emotions or I guess you learn to control them and not be slave to them - they go too far…but, I would say that music used to be a very emotional experience for me. I used to be able to put on Angie by the Stones or Bowie’s Diamond Dogs, and that would take me through a whole palette of emotions. I would say, now the closest I come is, every now and then you get that perfect mix and you’ve listened to it in your car and then your boom box, then the other car, and it sounds great everywhere and that makes me feel really good. Sometimes live music will do it, like a good show. Sometimes your having one of those great shows, you’re not thinking too much and just cruising along…people are hanging on every word, you’re connecting…
Magnetic West: what about the same idea in convergence with media? Is there a convergence that stands out?
Levick: like, Say Anything, with the Peter Gabriel song? I always wonder how much they manipulate you with the music in these shows, like what would happen if they stripped all the music, would you still feel what they want you to feel just from the acting? It’s hard to know because they don’t ever do that,
Magnetic West: well, what would be your guess on that?
Levick: my guess is they’re totally manipulating you, and there’s nothing wrong with it, I mean, I’m sure people do movies without music and if they’re able to move you without the aid of music, then more power to them. It’s interesting because I’ve been licensing since 2004 and it took 10 years to learn what they’re really looking for is a mood. What they want is a song that is categorically one mood, you know, they don’t want anything ambivalent. That’s what I’ve been trying to keep in mind when I write for these shows. So, you can have the coolest track in the world and it wouldn’t work for TV, you’d almost have to dumb it down to this is sad .
Magnetic West: yea, pinpoint the mood
Levick: pinpoint the mood
Magnetic West: any specific songs, like you mentioned the Peter Gabriel tune in Say Anything?
Levick: yea, In Your Eyes in that movie….well, the best thing is, lately, since Bowie died ( I’m a huge Bowie fan ) they’ve been using him a lot, and there’s something about hearing a song that you grew up with in a movie that makes it ten times more powerful…I don’t think it makes you like the song more, it makes you like the movie more…
Magnetic West: I know you’ve licensed your music to shows like Shameless, which is one of my favorite shows, is there any of your tracks that standout in their convergence with media ?
Levick: There’s one song they put on Sons of Anarchy that I’m really proud of.,. I got a call for something completely different, they wanted a back porch blues thing, just guitar and vocal, so I called Jeff Pevar and said “ just play one guitar or two and send it to me ” and the whole thing went down in an hour, and I got it and threw a vocal on it, and I remember thinking, this would be really cool on Sons of Anarchy and a month later it was on Sons of Anarchy…it didn’t get on the show we did it for but you know I don’t deal directly with a lot of the shows so I never know, a lot of times I find out later what it was on, like way later, like six months later.
Magnetic West: like on statement?
Levick: yea, but I’ve started thinking more about what shows I’m writing for…like Shameless, they ask for my stuff, and I don’t have a whole lot of time to write songs that I’m not really commissioned to write but sometimes I’ll sit down and go, let’s write something that I can send to that show.
Magnetic West: so around 2004 you started focusing on writing for film / tv , how that get started?
Levick: It was a really weird convergence, I had kind of a late start, I mean , I’ve always been playing music, but I spent my teenage years and part of my twenties just partying so I feel like I’m ten years behind everyone else in terms of where my life should be and my career…
Magnetic West: I’ve always felt like that too, in my twenties I lived in Hawaii…
Levick: you can’t get anything done in Hawaii.
Magnetic West: just hanging on the beach …
Levick: but back then you’re not thinking that it was a waste of time, just, this is great! So, I started getting into serious bands in my mid - twenties, and what happened was, my last band ended in 2001 and I was thinking this is the last time I’m doing this music industry thing. I had just had a kid in ’98 and we were still doing these tours, SXSW and coastal tours, but it was getting harder and harder to be gone. What actually happened was, our first album was put out by this indie label called Pinch Hit that got us on commercial radio, and it charted in some places, it wasn’t great, it never turned into money , but it was nice, and they gave me an advance for the solo album after the band broke up. Instead of going to a studio I decided to buy a Mac and a pre-amp and a mic and basically I spent a year on two songs, just learning how do it, just tweaking and tweaking those two songs. When I was done with that, I just happened to be in the right place at the right time and had friend who worked for this company that asked me to do a couple songs and I was able to bang them out, and I had a partner that I was writing with from the band I was in, we did it together and they liked it, so we just started doing CDs for all these music libraries. When my daughter was going into first grade, we wanted to leave LA because we didn’t like the school systems and my wife had some family in Southern Oregon. So, we moved to Grants Pass and there was nothing to do there. I didn’t know anybody and we lived there for 3 years and in those 3 years I got my catalogue from 20 songs to like 200 songs because all I did was write.
One of the key moments of the music process for any production is the spotting session, where the director, producers and editors, along with the music supervisor and composer, review the film scene by scene and come up with a overview for the composer and music supervisor to follow in the creation of the score and placement of licensed tracks. The supervisor helps the director and composer providing recommendations and solutions. The supervisor ensures that the director's vision is communicated to the composer in terms of type of musical style the composer will use. The music supervisor can create spotting notes listing each potential cue or licensed song, its' start and ending times and notes about the moment itself, such as certain accents or mood changes. The entire team then has the same time-coded outline to work from, right through to the final audio mix. A supervisor can produce a video file embedded with potential songs against picture and placing cues as they are delivered by the composer delivering an overview for the producers and director to review.
Once the film has completed its final audio mix, the music supervisor will issue appropriate synch and master use licenses for all songs and tracks, based upon the terms, fees and conditions previously granted in writing. A music supervisor can properly prepare the end music credits for the film dictated by each music license and composer requirements. Before commercial exhibition of the film, a music supervisor will deliver the cue sheet that the distributors will request, and the music licensors will require containing a complete listing of all song and score cues, timings, authors and publishers and performance rights affiliations.
As independent filmmaking continues to reach a wider audience, the responsibility filmmakers have towards the music in their projects increases. The more a filmmaker utilizes the services that a music supervisor can provide, the easier music can be incorporated properly and the stronger the impact of the music will be in their projects.
The next chapter of my life delivered more musical stimulation to select the next track from. In my early years, I played ice hockey daily. Living in a small town meant that the hockey rink was in a larger neighboring town. So the drive to and fro included either the music on the radio or the music in my head. More often than not, the music in my head was more influential or responsive to my current state of emotions. Owing both to its sweeping tune and the content of the movie in which it first appeared, Vangelis' song Chariots of Fire was in the family record collection and I recall being drawn to the powerful melody at the age of 6 but by the age of 9 it had become somewhat synonymous with the a big event on our family television, and a pivotal demonstration of human achievement - The Olympic Games. Chariots of Fire was the official theme for the 1984 Winter Olympics for a reason that many people felt was a anthem of human achievement and of course athletic success. The song would play on loop in my head on the way to hockey matches, it wasn’t pumping me up with adrenaline, it was soothing me with emotional richness. The soaring melody of Chariots of Fire helped me make sense of my engagement with society in the complex world of adolescence and competitive sports. The visuals that were synched with this soundtrack were an imaginary game that I guess, I would now call extreme roadside skiing. In Massachusetts, where I grew up, there was often snow on the side of the road and I would visualize myself on some great 80’s neon colored skis, gliding along beside the car. The snowplows made interesting formations and large mounds to jump off of but unlike regular skiing, even when there wasn’t snow I could be gliding up and down the mounds of earth on either side of driveways, dodging mailboxes, jumping over cars and soaring over intersections pulling off rad tricks in some kind of new Super Mario Brothers level. It was my own private extreme Olympic sport and I always won the gold medal. From the moment I shut the door to I when was at the rink lugging in my huge bag of hockey gear , I had the Chariots of Fire theme song in my head.
The next song that made it to onto the mixtape was a game changer, it’s like I knew it was happening, and it compelled me to buy my first cassette tape, even though I had to borrow my older sister’s boombox to listen to it. I was 10 when the movie Mannequin came out and the movie’s theme song Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now hit me like an emotional freight train. It helped tell the story, assisted my connection to the characters and like music does so well, it supported the emotional content. Simultaneously, as a young hockey fan the song caught my attention again in 1993 for the Montreal Canadians NHL team during their 24th Conquest of The Stanley Cup. Legend has it that while driving home after a lost game, head coach Jaques Demers heard the song playing on the radio and realized it was an empowering song. The next day, at the Montreal Forum he gave each player a copy of the song with a small card saying "We're on a mission, nothing's gonna stop us". And to attest to the power of music the team soon started to win. He played the song throughout all the playoff games and they eventually won the Stanley Cup that year over the Los Angeles Kings in the finals . As a Boston Bruins supporter and Wayne Gretzky fan ( who at that moment played with the LA Kings ) this was quite the departure for me to get caught up in routing for the Montreal Canadiens to win the Stanley Cup but the real reason I was behind le Club de hockey Canadian must have been simply that I was feeling how the power of music, an undeniably sappy song as well, motivated a team of adult men, tough hockey players, win the game and the whole experience swept me of my skates. The song also introduced me to Starship’s other single We Built This City on Rock & Roll - which I thought was wicked rad ( said with Boston accent) and I just had to have those songs. I had seen my brother and sister get cassette tapes and choose their music by going to Sam Goody to pick out their hot new cassette tape with their allowance. Now it was my turn. So there it was, I got my first cassette single, came home, put on my coolest Ocean Pacific shirt and danced around in my own MTV love story. But just when I thought I had figured out how music paired with my adolescence, a new force had entered into my life.
As you may have guessed, my home away from home was the local ice skating arena. A New England community center, a place of practicing teamwork and personal achievement. A platform for goal setting and idolizing our athletic heroes. Of course, let us not forget the rustic accommodations for audience members, sweaty locker rooms, cold temperatures, harsh echoes, hot pretzels, frozen pizza and other standard concessions. I was a rink rat, not by choice, but by vocational location. A place where one of our main goals might be how to trick the soda machine into giving you a free soda, or that magical moment when you find a quarter under the vending machine. But the rink was full of surprises. There were occasions that I would go to the rink with my parents to watch my older brother’s team or to pick up my sister after her figure skating practice. On one specific event I was reluctantly attending my sisters’ showcase competition. It was a routine she had been working on for some time and the public was invited to watch her and her teammates perform. There were so many sequence embroidered unitards, it was a bit overwhelming for a young hockey boy but I considered it part of the deal. After all, I was proud to be an ice rink family. My brother and I both played hockey, my dad was a hockey coach my mother was an ice hockey cheerleader from Minnesota. We were a rare breed and there I was, in my team jacket, sitting on the cold, splintery wood stands and I embraced my world. My sister skated to the middle of the ice and the first warped notes of the song creeped into the air like the familiar warm analogue sound of the cassette deck had been withered by the cold and was feeling skittish about being projected at a distorted volume through what could have been cardboard box enclosed speakers. The song, which never made it on a mixtape of mine, but made an impact on my future discernment of music, was Putin’ on the Ritz, yes, you guessed it - Taco’s 80s version. I remember reflecting upon my awareness that music effects me emotionally and thinking that the vocal delivery of the song was uncomfortably mixed but strikingly distinct, and being a bit confused about how the way the song was crafted fit in with my understanding of music. I paired it with the experience I had going from being accustomed to Peter, Paul and Mary, Bob Dylan and Jim Croce on the home turntable to being enraptured by cheesy 80s anthems and I accepted my fate would be navigating the world of the ever changing musical future, an understanding that even Grace Slick herself would attest to from her days with Jefferson Airplane. As kids, we all had a feeling that our futures were going to be bright with neon colors in a Max Headroom digiverse. So I sat there and let the song pour over me like that liquid cheese sauce on the nachos from the concession stand. I sat there in a heavy trance which welcomed one of those moments where it seems like as soon as you let yourself be ok with an uncomfortable situation then something magic happens? I was snapped back from my daydream with the rhythmless scattered patter of applause. Disturbed by the thought of having to wait for my sister to change out of her costume, I had no idea what was about to happen. What I heard was the reverberated riffs of some 50’s style guitar work slide through the metallic echo chamber of the rink and it caught my attention. I looked to the center of the ice where the spotlight warmed the harsh glow of the overhead fluorescent flood lights . And there she was. In a hot pink unitard with cat ears cat tail and a little bow tie. The song Stray Cats Strut pulsed through the cheap rink speaker. The figure skater, I can’t recall her name, was moving to the music in a way that I didn’t know would effect me the way it did. She had stray cat strut and stray cat style and I was enchanted by her beauty and the song paired perfectly with my emotions. On the way home from the rink, with the beats of Stray Cat Strut in my head, I glowingly asked if we could stop at Sam Goody. There was a new single I wanted to add to my playlist. The Stray Cats' theme song was a pivotal track that I associated with the emotions of my attraction to girls so naturally I considered music as the vehicle of this attraction. So, in the 4th grade when I developed an interest in a classmate and she mentioned she liked Guns N Roses, I immediately went out and bought the cassettes. It turned out that she didn’t have one of the albums and I let her borrow it, which essentially meant to us that we were officially going steady. I was the only boy invited to her birthday party which we had plotted through handwritten love notes passed secretly in class with the aid of our mutual friends . At the party we turned on the strobe light and blasted Guns N Roses’ Living on A Prayer. These patterns of music selection have continued to this day. Music matches well with meaningful experiences because it heightens the expressive language of the emotions. Post your own story here...What songs made it onto your first mixtape?
How has music or sound sparked emotion in your life?
To me music is all about emotion, if there isn't emotion dripping from the music then I can't give it my time. The music that I make is driven by my emotional response to my life experience. In my childhood I associated various songs with specific events or places that my Family was living at the time I heard the music. I always associate the bubble gum pop song "Afternoon Delight" with the JFK assassination because I lived in Dallas at the time it was on the radio a lot and I was obsessed with the assassination, and I still am somewhat. I dont really like the song but it absolutely marks that moment in my personal history. In a similarly strange and dark sort of way Abba's "Dancing Queen" reminds me of a girl that I used to ride the school bus with who passed away when we were in 9th grade. There's this one part of the song where the band really lays into it almost to the point of screaming that always gets me, I always associate that with her because I saw her dancing to it by herself at a school dance about a year before she died and I always remembered that. She was a beautiful person.
How do you think music is important to media and does one convergence of music and media stand out to you ?
There's so many...I suppose MTV was so significant it's hard to dismiss it. We watched when it first came on even though all we really listened to was underground Punk and Industrial music. There was something so magical about the artform. Pre MTV, I think Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody" video was probably the first convergence of this sort that I remember, although David Bowie and Lou Reed were all over it early on as well.
I think that in the world that we are all grinding in today we have unlimited abilities to create visual art to accompany our music and using the opportunity to further express the vision and the emotion behind what we're writing about is a gift. There's outlets everywhere to use this to promote ourselves as well, as an active touring and recording musician of over 30 years I can tell you that this is a great thing and we need to be using. No one better to exploit us then ourselves.
Back at my house, after their performance, we talked about their residency in Iceland and how music has been such a changing force in their lives. We shared our genuine views on the essence of music convergence, the way location and culture support music and story, as well as partaking in several bottles of wine and Brennivín ( a popular Icelandic liquor ). That conversation really would’ve been the one to record, but instead, my mistake to learn from, I had planned to shoot a video interview in the morning when there was better lighting.
The next day we got some coffee and I set up a video interview with them next to the creek in Lithia Park here in Ashland with the intentions of mixing it with some of their concert footage from the night before and making a Lithia Park Session While our conversation the night before about location was more about location effecting the mood and creation of music, in my ignorance, the actual proximity from the camera to the creek to Mark and Chris produced a recording with the sound of the creek much louder than their voices. Yet, again, Chris and Mark spoke so eloquently about music convergence that I had to save it somehow, so I transcribed, to the best of my ability, what they said and although the overpowering sound of the creek washed over some of their words, the collaboration of creek and composer itself, speaks to the heart of the conversation:
I asked them how they think music is important to emerging media
and how sound and music effect emotions.
Mark: It’s the natural progression of music following technology and there's a lot of new avenues that there weren't because of that, like my housemate who is scoring video games, those are avenues that, for composers, wouldn't have existed 30 years ago, so it's nice to have these new creative outlets for musicians and that turns out to be a big part of the final product.
Chris: I think of music as world expanding, all art is world expanding, you share that with someone and that gives them an unknown to explore which happens on so many dimensions and when it combines with media it's still there it's beautiful on the grand scale, people collaborating, and the beauty of that collaboration can still exist with a commercial aspect. I feel music grounds a film in a very human and relatable experience.
Mark: I think that's the most interesting part in general with music is how it skips the filter of the rational mind and goes directly in, and that's what's fascinating to me is being able to feel something that you can't put into words.
Chris: I think the sound of rain, that's one of my favorite sounds, rain on a rooftop, there's something comforting about it, we actually have it on the record. We make these distinctions between sound music but it's just a perspective that we choose to separate.
Mark: We recently became obsessed with this technique called binaural recording which implies the same thing, of capturing the sound of the environment in a really specific fashion and that has had the same effect on me as music by just capturing those environments and whether we are playing music in those environments or not, just the sense of space really transports you to a place without having to see it.
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