For those of you that don’t know, aside from my status as migrant journalist for The Bloomsburg Daily, I am a professional sound editor. If you don’t know what a professional sound editor is exactly, don’t worry; most people don’t. It’s generally understood from seeing all the “behind the scenes” documentaries on TV and the DVD bonus materials that it takes a large crew to make what goes up on the screen in the finished product seem so, for lack of a better word, real. But it’s not just hair, makeup, lights, and set designers who create the illusion because movies are not just moving pictures. They are moving pictures with sound.
We all know when we are watching a movie that certain things have been played with to make the picture look the way it does: in addition to makeup artists and costume designers, there may be special effects (like computer generated graphics) or stunts (gun and fist fights, car chases). And we all know that when we watch a scene, it’s been constructed from a series of shots that, in some cases, are filmed over the course of not just hours but days or even weeks. A lot of attention gets paid to how things look on film. But even more things are changed in the sound than in the picture.
As a sound editor, I have changed the accents of characters and sometimes, swapped their voices out entirely for someone else’s. I have altered the dialog in other ways, too. I have changed a performance from sad to angry or flat to funny by swapping out the performance of the lines with that of a different take. Actors rarely say things the same way twice so when I find a new performance, I shave words or stretch them out to fit in new spaces, raise or lower the pitch of an actor’s voice to match the mood of the original performance, slow things down, or speed them up as needed.
Sometimes the actor says the wrong thing and I put different words in their mouth entirely and often I am called upon to bring actors back into the studio to re-record their lines for any or all of the above reasons. And that’s just what a sound editor does to dialog. Every foot step, punch, car horn, helicopter pass by, dog bark, bird tweet, door slam, gun shot and alien spacecraft lifting off has been created, recorded, or selected and then placed by a sound editor. Whereas movie audiences routinely admire the skills of the visual team – how good the actress’ hair or makeup looked, how cool the special effects were – when I do my job right, no one even knows that I’ve done it; sometimes, not even the director!
In thinking about the importance of sound (and hopefully, making it a little more important to you, too), I have come across a couple of interesting articles on the internet lately. One, from last year, is about emotional memories.
The gist of that article is that scientists have found that the same part of the brain which processes what our senses percieve is geographically the same part of the brain that stores emotional memories. While this revelation in itself may not be terribly interesting to most non-neuroscientists, it leads to an interesting question:
Is the reason why the sound of a dentist’s drill can put many people into a state of instant anxiety because where the brain processes what it hears and what it remembers about other times it heard that sound is, in essence, filed in the same place?
And then there’s this article, which reminds me of an experience my friend Aaron Hurley had recently. It occurred to him that his kids all grew up with call waiting and voicemail and he wondered, will they even know what a busy signal is? Aaron did some research to find the answer:
“I individually asked six kids aged 8 to 15 (8, 9, 11, 13, 14, 15). Even I was surprised that the older kids were just as clueless as the younger ones. In fact, even after explaining the whys and hows, only the 9-year-old seemed to have any vague sense of what I was talking about.
You see, she’s a pretty dark kid and it was her exposure to age-inappropriate cinema that allowed her to remark, ‘Oh! Like in a scary movie when the phone won’t work?'”
Isn’t it amazing how, in just the last decade, technology has changed our lives so much that not only do we not know how to wait for anything but we don’t even know what a busy signal sounds like anymore?
The ramifications for my career are one thing that these articles highlight for me: how people feel about something is linked to how it sounds and which sounds they have in their memory already. But think about it this way – there may be a person or event you haven’t thought of in years and then you hear a song and suddenly, you are right back where you were the first (or last) time you heard it. Of course the way all the senses work is linked to memory – not just hearing but also sight, touch, smell, and taste. But naturally, I’m more interested in emotional memories tied to sounds. So here’s my little sound experiment. Care to participate?
What do you think of when you hear this:
What about this:
Or finally this:
Share what memories these sounds brought back for you by adding your comment below.
Photo credit, The Power House Museum Collection.
I remember dial phones. We didn’t get touch tone until I was a teenager. I doubt most young folk know what touch tone means. I still wear an analog watch a find the ticking of a clock comforting.
Miss Judy! (Was that her name??? Yes! I googled it. Nice article here: http://standardspeaker.com/opinion/everything-i-need-to-know-i-learned-on-hatchy-milatchy-1.722232#axzz1g9IANpkd) My family lived in Athens PA from 1957-1963 and so my brother and I spent our early years in the Land of Hatchy Milatchy.
I used to look forward to sick days so I could stay home and watch Hatchy Milatchy in elementary school. I think Hatchy Milatchy mornings were followed by Captain Kangaroo…remember him? I can’t remember much about his show, but I remember his red suit with the white trim.
Yesterday I showed my 13 year old great neice, Hannah, an antique phone with a dial, and showed her how to put her finger in it and “dial” She was amazed and said she always wondered how those “things” worked and was particularly fascinated with the little gizmo what stopped your finger when you got to it. What was that thing called?
And even before Miss Judy (in the 1950’s) Nancy and Hal did the Hatchy Milatchy show. She had long dark hair and he was bald with a mustache. Dr. Phil like. Anyone elae recall those people?
Somewhere at my parents house resides a beige rotary phone, always liked the sound it made when changing numbers.
We had a rotary phone in the kitchen right up until about 2005. It had a very long cable, so it was nice to talk while cooking. But sometimes I would be in such a hurry when dialing that I would hurt my finger on it!
The clock means something to me because every house used to have one. Now, we know what time it is because the cable box or the computer or the cell phone is never far from sight. How ridiculous does something like the Swatch watch craze seem to the kids of today? “You wore a plastic bracelet? That had the time on it? And sometimes, you wore MORE THAN ONE???”
Hatchy Milatchy: yeah. I remember rust-colored carpet, a TV that was an offical piece of furniture, with wood carvings in the cabinet, and that song. Oh, that song. Remember her magic easel? She would roll paint on a canvas and “magically” (through chroma key) a picture of many colors would appear underneath. I loved that easel.