I love memes: I can't get enough of them.
There's one meme doing the rounds which asks you what your soundtrack would be if your life was a movie. I love this meme: I can't get enough of it. Here are the rules...
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)I really love those rules. I can't get enough of them. It's even more exciting because I have a habit of recording real sounds in the real world, then uploading them to my computer using the cables that were provided with the computer when I first bought the computer.
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don't lie and try to pretend you're cool...
Here are my results, spat from random soundfiles on my Atari.
A recording of I Want To Sex You Up by my three-year-old self, peppered by intermittent gasps from the nursing home residents.
The 641-hour opus of found-sound I recorded when I placed a microphone inside a packet of caramel hobnobs, left it on the toilet seat then went on a four week holiday to Rhyl.
First Day At School:
The Windows start-up sound.
Falling In Love:
Rachmaninov's Third Symphony bit-reduced to three kilobytes per second.
The sound that cheese quietly makes at its ultimate culinary and biological peak: something akin to a satisfied "oooooh".
A six-second Homer Simpson clip I once downloaded to impress a friend and try to get into his trousers. I succeeded, and the next six seconds is the sound of me being suffocated inside a trouser leg.
The murmering noise you make when mouthing the words as you read this blog. Don't say you don't read like that, because you do.
Life is Good:
The police scanner in the basement. Shhhh. What police scanner in my basement? There is no police scanner in my basement. I didn't mention a police scanner in my basement.
I totally love this list. I can't get enough of it. (The sound of that, a thousand times.)
The heartbeat of a spider amplified 60,000 times through a complex system of tubing.
The recording I took through the thin walls of my hut whilst my neighbours were having rumpytime.
Getting Back Together:
The derisory voice of the judge sentencing me to 100 hours of community service for recording through the thin walls of my hut whilst my neighbours were having rumpytime.
The slow scrape of entropy I sometimes hear in the bones of friends but am too afraid to mention.
Paying the Dues:
Things I have shouted into the pointy end of traffic cones.
The Night Before The War:
The distant echoes of long-dead kitchen maids calling from inside my oven.
Something by Bon Jovi. Don't know the title but it sounds quite manly.
Moment of Triumph:
A one-second sample which sounds like 'plink', although it's a bit more of a 'ding' with less of a tail-off at the end. Think of the noise your brain makes when you think of a good idea, then mix it with the sound you make when you stub your metal-capped Doc Martins against the kettle when you're playing ticky-off-the-ground in your grandmother's kitchen when she's too busy out back smoking meth. Yeah. That kind of sound.
The applause I hear in my head every time I ever say anything to anyone.
A cover version of Your Woman by White Town performed by beating differently-sized towels with the butt of my loaded shotgun.
A Spanish version of me, a bit like Buzz Lightyear in Toy Story 3, but instead of neat soundbytes, I'm all OMG i'm in spain LOL tanned to the max LMAO i'm such a hombre genial xxxxx ole! :D. Followed by the sound of me crying hard at my inadequacies until the end of time.