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THE HANDBAG (Part two)
They came, a steady trickle that suddenley was 400 hundred of them, and blimey it was a sunday night and warm so something was out and about.
And warm yes, so lots of bare skin, no wet coats, a golden kind of feel hung about and yo, the handbag was on form.
Started with picking sounds off the far wall discs, sent through the floor shape filter, and as soon as that came through, this resonance took off, the shape of the room in sound.
[oh yeah? sounds a bit dippy to me. the shape of the room in sound? won't the shape of the room always shape the sound?
....of course, but, if the sound source is from the room at that moment, and it is played back into the room through a filter whose dimensions are the room, well whaT WILL THAT MAKE?]
And she slammed the handbags pitch shift into action and slid the hovering atmosphere down into the subs ,
and the 400 hung about and started to listen, probably as their platforms were vibrating right up to their ear rings.
And before going any further, she took the ceiling plan panner to the case, and bled out the dance floor grabbings , looped and knocked up into a fizzing speed bell, so that they were flung about into the corners of the room at the speed of the size of it.
[ well that's a nice idea. a panning thingee caused by size of room,
HOW to translate size of room to speed though? ]
So the distance moved the sound in time, and this fitted the room so, that a series of reflections began to grow with each swing of the panner. And this grew, as did the vibrations, and the 400 shuffled about and started to
..............well, lie down? dance about ? chat? run away? get closer ?
it was at this moment that she wondered whether sheÕd misjudged the margin.
the effect of the audience on the floor filter was astonishing.