Imagine the fragments of film looping through an old camera.
Wiped clear of sounds and picture.
We see a jittering projected light on the screen.
From the speakers just noise, the static of dust.
Though an enthusiastic believer and dedicated user of modern technology, I am nostalgic for a movie played on an actual projector. This is, of course similar to the way people become misty-eyed about the smell and tactile sensation of reading a “paper” book, or the reassuring crackles of vinyl! My father, at great expense, recently got his father’s Standard-8 home movies restored and transferred to hard drive. These date back to the 1930s and are wonderful to watch, but I feel that several very important atmospheric cues are missing from the viewing experience:
- finding the correct number and height of books to prop the projector up
- the darkened room and sense of togetherness for the occasion (“someone look after the lights”)
- the momentary disappointment at some malfunctioning or wrongly labelled spool, expired globe, or overheated component; always ending up being a false alarm (“don’t bump the projector”)
- most importantly the sound
I have created soft repeating rhythmic patterns for the voices, as well as a half spoken “minimalist” buildup that very clearly imitates the sounds referred to. These are dispersed within a melancholic song that blurs the harmonic centre through unexpected shifts up or down a half-step, and through long sustain tails in the piano.