EMOTIONAL NOISE

This was an extremely interesting module, I myself am a more visual person rather than audio, and it was quite hard for me to connect to the classes in the beginning as I didn't feel like I could relate to the lecturer or understand where he was coming from.

However, I do have a love for music and the classic especially, our teacher was very good at making us listen to the classics and give them new meaning. He was really able to let us relate to the music, asking us primarily: What did you FEEL when you listened to that?

After the first week I was hooked. We looked at how music influences the way a film turns and the way it uses music to make us film an emotion. As an aspiring editor I found this extremely interesting. From there we started to work on our own reflective piece which had to be something about ourselves... In my pitch as I attempted to connect my class with my child hood. But, I later discovered that my child hood is quite different from anyone elses... As I worked in mango farms and waited for my father to come home from flying planes, looking after my little brother at the age of 11 and moving cities at the ago of 10. Running around in fields of green in Cairns and following acting as a dream at age 12. My child hood was an experience. To follow this I used an exert from a poem called 'The Piano', which my aunty Chrissie made me rehearse and learn so that I had clear pronunciation...

Piano

BY D. H. (DAVID HERBERT) LAWRENCE

Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me;

Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see

A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings

And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings.

In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of song

Betrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belong

To the old Sunday evenings at home, with winter outside

And hymns in the cosy parlour, the tinkling piano our guide.

So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamour

With the great black piano appassionato. The glamour

Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast

Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past.

Still gets me every time. The emotion that comes from noise, (cliche as the class is called emotional noise but it's truthful) was the thing I mostly took away from the class, knowing that a song can bring back a emotion or memory instantly fascinates me.