Live sound mixing

thought to myself as I gazed around the room. I was sitting on a large leather reclining chair and all of a sudden, the rug started moving beneath me. I was confused and a bit out of sorts. For a few minutes, I sat still as a statue, waiting for the sound to come back, But after five minutes, I thought, I must have been hearing things. Then twenty minutes later it started happening again. Now I was really confused; I leaped up to see a huge moving lump in the rug. I exploded…

In the argument, the breakdown is caused by the semantic noise caused by the word “busy” and physiological noise and the breakdown could have been avoided if the wife mindfully recognized the semantic noise and responded more appropriately. As the wife’s paralanguage in the discussion with her husband about the trash continues, the paralanguage of voice variation becomes louder and the tone gradually becomes more intense while the husband stays calm. Psychologically the wife feels she in not…

My visit there was with my cousin who previously attended and graduated in 2005 from the education program. He now lives in Orlando and is a successful gym teacher. This was the first highlight of the school because he was a student who now has a job, something that can be difficult to do in the education field. He showed me around campus and immediately I noticed and…

“I can’t sleep!” I shout to myself so loud the silence responds with an echo coming from the streets. I say this not because I am frustrated that I cannot sleep but because I know that today is a horrible day. I am the last of my race that isn’t dead or forced to battle others from my kin. This is not a blessing; I am a free 19-year-old man because I was a coward 14 years ago. A while ago, there was a sub-race of humans, that I belong to, called Vocatio Dei. This name loosely translates to…

I didn’t know what to do. We were alone and stranded on an island from a deadly plane crash. No place to go. No one to help us. We were all sitting in a small circle in a small cave thinking of ways to survive on the island. However we all knew that that was not possible. I was trying to think of ways to get rescued or how to get food since I was the leader of our choir. With all these gloomy thoughts in our heads, I suddenly heard a deep, harsh note. It sounded like it was from a shell or conch…

I walked through the chairs toward the conductor’s podium and felt as though hundreds of stares were burning into my back. I sat down next to my new stand-partner, and, despite her best attempt to hide it, her grimace clearly revealed her feelings. I couldn’t blame her: I was a seventh-grader playing in a high school level orchestra. She was a senior stuck with the baby. Making music in an orchestral setting is, at its core, collaborative. For the team to work, there must be trust. Of course,…

It wasn’t unusual to see Sterling Gray sitting at a large lunch table alone. It was more unusual that anyone would notice him at all, what with him darting from class to class as soon as the bell rang, hoping to avoid getting caught up in the crowd of high schoolers. Sterling was hearing impaired you see, deaf in one ear and barely able to hear in the other. He had been that way since the sickness almost caused him death as a small child. Most people always saw him wearing headphones, so they…

1. What ideas or points did I identify with this week? Some ideas/points I identified this week are the pros/cons of being a freelance musician and challenges ones is faced with as a musician. A freelance musician is an independent worker who performs for a living. This musician may perform at parties, clubs, studio recordings, hotels, formal concerts, etc. One must also take in count how much expenses are when one is a freelancer. Some may even need a second job. 2. What ideas or points…

The endless scream has woken me up again but this time the scream seems more quite, what it seems like a person has screamed for so long they had lost their voice, yet they continued screaming. As that time I lifted up my head, on my left is what seemed to be construction tools with blood on their tips. The room smelled like blood that has been left there for a while. As I turned my head to the right the next thing I knew was and guard with and white apron punched me, and screaming in my ears of…

“Pew-pew-pew--chk-chk”, were the sounds going back and forth from two innocent and audacious children playing in the backyard. Until they noticed a queer view between the wooden spaced fence. Matt’s orbital is tremendously keen, so he noticed a filthy pool behind a dilapidated house as he pressed his frontal into the fence. Within seconds, it aroused his sense of curiosity. “John!We should go in!!!”, exclaimed Matt. “Definitely, bro!!!”, John blurted out. As they inhabited the abandoned…