Quotes About Sound

It filled my head, that muttering sound, like thick oily smoke from a fat-rendering vat or an odour of noisome decay. And as I lay and tossed about, the voice in my ears seemed more distinct, and I began to understand the words he had muttered. They came to me slowly as if I had forgotten them, and at last I could make some sense out of the sounds. It was this: "Have you found the Yellow Sign?" "Have you found the Yellow Sign?" "Have you found the Yellow Sign?

I'd probably want some good compressors, like a couple of Avalons or a couple of the Urei LA-3A's, and perhaps a Pultec EQ.

Mac DSP EQ and Compression, which

We'll either record the multitrack at 44.1k or 48k and then we mix to 88.2, which is compatible with CDs because it's a multiple of 44.1

SSL FXG384 Outboard Stereo Compressor—Same as in the G-Series Console; great for piano or submixed drums. Avalon AD2044 Stereo Compressor—Great on bass and guitars; difficult to recall. BSS DPR-901 Dynamic Equalizer—For vocals, it's like cheating! DBX 902 De-Esser—Quite handy, but not for lead vocals. Drawmer DS-201 Dual Gate—Great problem-solvers.

Spectrasonics, Universal Audio and Waves

Bob Clearmountain.

A sound by itself is a passive, not an active, thing, neither pleasant nor unpleasant. So to make it unpleasant, you have to go out and, in a sense, do something to it.

The brief sound is like a color swallowed by a crack. But what color?

Silence is love just as your raspy voice is a bird.

This was a rare treat: the wonderful sound of memory filled happiness.

unbearable cry pierced the darkness. It was the sound of pain. The sound of birth.

his toenails clicking

toenails clicking

Bear's toenails clicking up

All sound arises out of Silence and dissolves into Silence. All thought arises out of Silence and dissolves into Silence. The universe arises out of Silence and dissolves into Silence. Suffering arises out of Silence and dissolves into Silence. The unbounded spaciousness of Silence, filled with the clear light of Awareness, dissolves the roots of pain and sorrow. Take refuge in Silence and know unshakable joy

Her voice was husky, vibrating, slightly flat, coming in just under each note like a saucer under a cup.

From somewhere a motor roared into life, then another, and still another.

Only the wind made a sound to be heard, a soft soughing that seemed to whisper of the impending rain. The

Let's hear the sound of the baby pianny.

What is this life but the sound of an appalling love.

Sounds come/ to the ear,// transformed.

Somos sólo palabras, palabras que retumban en el éter. Palabras musitadas, gritadas, escupidas, palabras repetidas millones de veces o palabras apenas formuladas por bocas titubeantes. Yo no creo en el Más Allá, pero creo en las palabras. Todas las palabras que las personas hemos dicho desde el principio de los tiempos se han quedado dando vueltas por ahí, suspendidas en el magma del Universo. Esa es la eternidad: un estruendo inaudible de palabras.

When you beat a drum, you create NOW, when silence becomes a sound so enormous and alive it feels like you're breathing in the clouds and the sky, and your heart is the rain and the thunder.