Frabjous Day

24 Feb 2011

A few things I’ve been up to:

Map Of Metal is an amusing site that maps through the years the progress of heavy metal in all its incarnations.

Manufactoria is a little flash puzzle game that involves building logic machines. Great music too.

There appears to be a TV series called Inside The Actors Studio, and I’ve been watching it on YouTube. It’s a series of interviews conducted with various actors. So far I’ve watched it with Hugh Laurie, Robert Downey Jr, Johnny Depp, and Angelina Jolie. Here’s a snippet with Kevin Spacey:

12 May 2010

Recording the apocalyptic narration, part 01

So a friend was making a short film for an art college project, and asked me to contribute a voice-over-narration-type-thing.

I thought I’d make a blog post on how I went about it.

I have no proper recording equipment; the only microphone I have is a cheap-ass ten-euro-at-Argos mic whose intended use is for shouting at people on webcams. I’m plugging it straight into my computer’s microphone jack.

This does not bode well for sound quality. Those mics are of the minimum acceptable standard for anything, and the mic inputs on computers are notoriously shite - you really need a proper mic preamp if you want a good recording. I suspect this latter point is the source of the noise problems to come.

First comes the question of the script itself. Said friend wrote it, and it was good, but I gave it a few tweaks, because fairly often what seems ok on paper just doesn’t work in speech.

This is an odd phenomenon. On the one hand, having to read something aloud seems to highlight any minor awkwardness in flow or sentence structure - long sentences with big sub-clauses usually just don’t work, for example, because by the time you’ve got to the end of the sentence, the listener can’t remember how it began - but on the other hand, the spoken word is often completely incomprehensible in writing.

I heard somewhere that this first penetrated the public consciousness during the Watergate scandal, interestingly enough. Transcriptions of tape-recorded conversations appeared in newspapers and the like, and people were bloody confused by them - they were just jibberish. How could elected politicians be so inarticulate?

But of course, we’re all like that in speech, because our social interactions are largely understood through body language and inflection in the voice, rather than what we say. I find it very frustrating when people don’t recognise this; my mother, for example, thinks you’re not listening unless you’re staring straight at her.

Anyway, I tweaked a few things, and started trying to get a good sound from the microphone.

Mic placement is everything. The position of the mic, X and Y, is important, because depending on where it is it’ll pick up a different tonal spectrum from your voice. This is something the human ear seems remarkably deaf to. I guess something in the audio processing part of our brain compensates. But microphones can be a lot more senstive to this than you’d think. By placing the mic below you, looking up at the roof of your mouth, you get more high frequencies reflected into it. By placing it higher, you get relatively more bass; this is sort of counter intuitive, as you’d expect the proximity to your chest to increase bass - it doesn’t seem to. Closer to your nose, maybe a more nasal quality.

Also, the distance of the mic from the source is important. For some reason, mics tend to exaggerate distance; if you’re six inches away, you sound like you’re three feet away. If you’re three feet away, you sound like you’re speaking from the wrong end of a cave. To get a good, hard, radio-presenter sort of quality, you need to be really close.

This creates another problem. When you speak right into a microphone, breath noise becomes a real issue. Again, we don’t hear these things in speech, but the microphone sure does. If you’re not careful, every plosive T and P, and every sibilant S and fricative F smacks the mic with twice as much volume as the vowels, and makes for a completely bizarre sound, likely distorting your recording in the process.

Oh, that’s the other problem; you need to control the input volume somehow.

Signal-to-noise ratio is important. The noise, any hiss or hum in the background, is constant, so if you can increase the volume of the main signal - your voice - you can make the noise seem relatively quieter. So the louder the input signal, the better. Until it distorts. The problem here is that you’re sitting on an unfortunate knife-edge; too quiet, and the noise seems too prominent; too loud, and you distort the recording with a big crunch. There are various clever studio tricks to cope with this. I don’t have the ability to use any of them.

I ended up sitting my guitar amp on the table, the mic on top of that (oh I’ve no useful mic stand by the way…), and keeping it a few inches from my mouth. I leaned in and out a little as the voice got softer and louder, respectively.

Next came the actual recording itself.

2 Nov 2009

I sometimes think we should have a “Guilty Pleasures” night: a night where we all watch films and listen to music which we each won’t admit to secretly liking.

Mine might be Top Gun.

Yes, I know, it’s the most ’80s film of all time. Yes, I know, it’s all a bit gay and improbable and predictable and silly and I know that even if you account for all that, it’s still not very good. I know that the music is Kenny Loggins.

And yet, secretly, embarrassingly, privately, deep down… I like it.

To be fair to it, it has a couple of redeeming features. Kelly McGillis is one:



Apparently I have a thing for the smart, curly blonde teacher type…

But more importantly, the Grumman F14 Tomcat - the fighter jet in the clip above.

It’s like… a Tyrannosaur. It’s big, it’s heavy, but it’s beautifully elegant. Maybe the best looking fighter of all time.

And like I said with the dinosaurs, I find it interesting that people don’t really take these things seriously: silly kids’ toys again.

Yes, ultimately they are meant for killing people, but then that’s not why I like them. It’s the sheer brilliance in engineering, the triumph of intelligence overcoming previously insurmountable physics, and a genuine awe at the forces involved.

I love, in the above clip, seeing the aircraft carrier’s blast doors (which are real) rise into place to stop people being blown off the deck when the biblical power of those jets is spooled up.

I love seeing those ethereal purple flames (which are real) hovering out of the tailpipes, the result of the afterburner dumping unburnt fuel into the exhausts to act as a short-term-only rocket boost.

I love seeing the steam pouring from the under-deck catapult (which is real), which pulls the plane from a standstill to 250kph+ in about three seconds.

I love seeing the all-moving tailplanes (which are real) flanking the fuselage like bat-ears as the jet rockets down the catapult.

I love seeing the variable-sweep wings (which are real), which swivel forwards or backwards depending on the speed of the plane; straight out for low speed maneouverability, swept-back like a dart for supersonic flight.

I love thinking about the idea of a plane that travels faster than its own sound (which it can).

I love thinking about the forces involved in turning at such high speeds - the F14 can pull up to about 8g, and it weighs maybe 30 tons. So the wings, under a hard turn, have to support the equivalent of 240 tons of aircraft. At various places in Top Gun, you can see them actually bending slightly under the strain.

I love thinking about the strain on the human body while performing such maneouvers - all your blood, effectively eight times heavier than normal, sinks from your brain into your legs, creating hypoxia. G-suits are designed with pressure devices built into the legs to keep the blood in the top half of the body. Extreme positive g-force creates a loss of colour vision first, with a brownish tint to everything, sepia maybe, and then tunnel vision, as your peripheral vision degrades. Eventually, a full blackout may occur. Pilots have reported brief but vivid dreams during this time as they recover.

I love thinking about radar (which is real); a strangely magical technology.

And Top Gun has some of the most beautiful and evocative flight sequences ever recorded.

I even… sort of… like the music (gulp).

2 Nov 2009

The Gumball Rally, 1976. One of my favourites.

A feel-good car-chase/road-trip movie, with magnificent cars (a 7-litre Shelby Cobra, a Ferrari Daytona Spyder…), eccentric characters and silly police who can never catch anyone. Perfection.

Also one of the few car movies that seems to accurately capture the sound of these machines. It’s almost orchestral, the way the deep growling baritone of the Cobra sets off the majestic soprano howl of the Ferrari.

I swear Raul Julia’s performance (as Franco) in this is one of the best pieces of acting in the world ever.