Day 120 of 366: Blog Challenge 2012
Since Anzac Day, I have been aware how sounds heard in the background of a TV or radio program can change your perception of the program.
You see, when I was listening to the Dawn Service live from Canberra, I could hear cockatoos screeching in the background throughout the service. But it was far more noticeable during the minute’s silence that came after the Last Post was played.
Then later in the day when watching the Dawn Service live from Gallipoli in Turkey, one could hear the gentle lapping of the waves on the beach just below where the ceremony was held. Of course this was Anzac Cove where our soldiers landed on that fateful day April 25th 1915 (for the uninitiated, see my blog Day 116: “A Dawn Service to Remember” for information on Anzac Day).
There was something special about the lapping of those waves as the Prime Minister read a moving account of the soldiers arrival at Anzac Cove. Both my husband Geoff and I had discussed these two events and agreed how it made the service unique. In one case, the uniqueness of the cockatoos to our own land Australia, then the uniqueness of the lapping of the waves to Anzac Cove.
This made me decide to continue “My Favourite Things” theme and write a blog about SOUNDS. Therefore, I welcome you to the official page on SOUNDS THAT I LOVE. Tomorrow, it will be over to you.
MY FAVOURITE SOUNDS
My all-time favourite sound would be the surf crashing on the beach as I go to sleep at night whilst staying at the beach. I am sure this goes back to my very first surf beach holiday on the Gold Coast when I was 15 and stayed with a school friends family. I had to pinch myself that I was actually “AT THE GOLD COAST” and every night (and morning) I remember the sound of that surf.
Another favourite sound I hear when Geoff and I stay at our friend Greg’s apartment on the Brisbane River. We always wake early to hear the rowers practising on the river. One can hear the calls as the Leader encourages them on. This also is a familiar sound from my childhood as we lived on the other side of the Brisbane River – not far from Greg’s unit. How often, as a child, did I hear that sound every morning during the rowing season? A good memory.
And of course, there is that sound of the rain falling steadily on our metal roof here where we live. As long as you do not have to go out in it, you can snuggle up and feel safe and secure: especially when going to sleep at night or when you are ill. No childhood memories here as we had a tiled roof so this is a good sound that came later.
Then, for me, there is that remarkable sound known and made famous by the music of Simon and Garfunkel “The Sounds of Silence”. Indeed it is the sound of silence: nothingness. I have spoken of it before. It is that time when all is quiet. No one is talking and you are alone in nature preferably, with your thoughts and you can dream.
Now THAT is my favourite sound of all time! Especially when it comes after much activity: bring it on! Here is the first verse of the Sounds of Silence to remind you:
Hello darkness, my old friend I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Within the sound of silence
I believe S & G were saying that the visions around them eg neon lights, writing on subway walls etc left them thinking about all the things modern life has brought. You see, the silence of the night gave cause for dreaming. Someone after my own heart!
When you think about it, sounds eg music, factor into the background of so many movies, TV shows and even as I saw today on our Landline program (about country matters) the dramatic sounds of – would you believe – mushrooms growing, nearly made me jump out of my seat!
Actually, mushrooms do suddenly pop up from the soil in a dramatic sort of way, so the music had served it’s purpose. Tomorrow I will write further about the contribution that sounds make to our lives. Oh, I have found some great things for you!
And, most importantly of all, please tell me YOUR favourite sounds and why you like them. Then you will be part of my blog tomorrow. Leave a reply here, or go to my Facebook page and write it there!
I will leave you with the last two verses of “Sounds of Silence” to give you something to think about at night while you are experiencing your own ‘Sounds of Silence!’
“Fools”, said I, “You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you”
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
In the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, “The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls”
And whispered in the sounds of silence
Until tomorrow …