Investigative Mailbox

I was recording a mailbox, and smacking it and moving the hinges, and I felt very investigative. I felt like I really wanted to know what the mailbox would give me in terms of sound. I just kept hitting the thing, and moving the hinges, and moving the microphones. I was fascinated by the sounds it was making. It was only until a woman walked up to the ATM next to me that I realized that I looked like a complete idiot and should probably move on. Even after I left, I felt very good recording those sounds.

Walking along Mason Street, towards the end of my drift, I felt like I’d stumbled upon some very good sounds. I felt I had been very lucky. The sounds I picked up were unique, and I liked them a lot. I knew I could do something with them. At that point I had sort of given up on recording anymore. I was already moving on to the reflecting part. It felt good to know that I had enough good material to sift through.