Imagine…
Imagine it’s 1975-maybe 1976.
Imagine you’re living in the era where Harley Davidson is still part of AMF, Vietnam is about to be unified into the Socialist Republic Of Vietnam, the US hasn’t even begun to cope with –let alone recover from the traumas suffered in that conflict. The world hasn’t even heard of Sylvia Saint and is soon mourn the likes of Agatha Christie, Max Ernst and Howard Hughes and Ferrari has only recently revealed the 308.
Imagine you’re living in the era where Harley Davidson is still part of AMF, Vietnam is about to be unified into the Socialist Republic Of Vietnam, the US hasn’t even begun to cope with –let alone recover from the traumas suffered in that conflict. The world hasn’t even heard of Sylvia Saint and is soon mourn the likes of Agatha Christie, Max Ernst and Howard Hughes and Ferrari has only recently revealed the 308.
Imagine, you’ve met an energetic young upcoming director, who has a visionary idea of what Science Fiction combined with Fantasy should look like, feel like and most of all SOUND like –that will change the face of Science Fiction as you know it...
Imagine that this young director has just gotten funding from 20th Century FOX and is trying to get his vision onto celluloid and he wants you to do the sound.
Imagine you are Ben Burtt, sound designer for Star Wars, you’ve already designed the sounds of R2-D2, the light saber, you’ve discovered the Wilhelm-Scream.
Imagine you are just speeding back from the Mohave Desert, windows down as a last but futile gesture to at least pretend there is some cooling.
Imagine you’ve spend a long day hammering on Antenna support wires while recording. You’re tired and you want to go home. It’s been a long day. What? It’s been a long week. Worse: a long month! Deadlines are coming up and still so much to do! And now George Lucas asked you to do the sound of a TIE Fighter too! It’s just too much!
Imagine you just hit your Sound Designers Vacuum.
Imagine you try to ‘hear’ a TIE Fighter in anything, but nothing you hear appeals, you can’t think of anything that will make a sound that remotely could be that sound. In your mind you’ve played every recording, mixed anything remotely together, but nothing, nothing you can think of is worth even trying!
Imagine the frustration, the helplessness, the hopelessness. How are you going to tell George that you haven’t even got the faintest clue on where to start?
Imagine that in front of you there is a truck. This truck is loaded with piglets and it is in trouble. It's swaying form left to right. The driver tries to keep control, but fails and the truck topples over, spilling piglets all over the road.
You’ve been so lost in thoughts that you react too late, no time to brake! All you can do is take evasive maneuvers, dodging piglets that are flying left and right past your open windows…
SQEA-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL!!!!!!!!!!
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