Because of Copyright on the song I could not post it on my blog but I emailed the interview through an .aif file

The Museum of the Moving Image definitely surpassed my expectations. Although the blog assignment is supposed to be about the moving image, our tour focused more on the costume and creative aspects of the film making process. We were able to explore the various costumes which bring the characters to life as well as the prosthetics and makeup used to create these unforgettable personalities. One of the Demos which stood out to me was that of the role which music plays in setting the tone of a film. On one screen we had a selection of various music clips and on another we had a scene playing from the movie Independence Day. It was very amusing seeing how much of a difference the wrong song can make in a given scene. There was actually an amazing sculpture which I could not get a video of but was a great representation of the moving image. The sculptures were all spinning, while the light was on you could not tell at all what was going on and it was actually hard to make out what the sculptures were trying to make out as they were moving so fast but once the lights were turned off and a strobe light was applied we had a real life moving image before our eyes. I would love to go back and see the rest of the exhibits which we were not able to get to. Below you will find a Flipbook video, harlem shake style, featuring Benji Hom, Abraham Velasqez and Crystal Lodico.

My train of sounds

I am leaving work now, it's 5:00pm in midtown. Everyone is going home, everyone is in a hurry. I hear coworkers complaining about the office as I rush by. I'm trying to look for my metrocard in the dark mess which is the bottom of my handbag. I hear a train leaving, with my luck it was probably mine. I hear everyone else swiping their metrocards and tapping their shoes down the steps. The constant DING after DING sound of people getting through is mocking and giving me anxiety. Why don't I invest in a wallet? I finally find it and DING I swipe through. As usual I hear the accordion playing. This little old man is always playing the same tune of a song which I can never name. As I walk down to my usual waiting spot I hear a band playing their instruments across the platform. This song I can make out. It is "smells like teen spirit" by Nirvana. The saxophone, the drums, the guitar, it all blends together to form a more calming jazz version. The F train passes on the other side. Right after the M train passes on the track opposite mine. The D train simultaneously comes to the station. I was right about the train which passed before being mine. The rumble of all these trains is making me impatient. Each time I hear a train rumbling it's way into the station I'm hoping its mine. Finally the B train rumbles in and stops. The breaks screeching. Everyone is crowding in, pushing and shoving. I can hear the sighs of those annoyed. I find a window seat. We leave the station and you can hear the CHUGACHUGA of the train in motion. It always makes me sleepy. I can't sleep. Must stay awake and listen. We get to the next station. The train operator says something but I'm typing as I'm listening so I only got "stand clear of the closing doors please." The CHUGACHUGA begins again. We get to 34th street and I hear the low base of another band playing the drums too far away to distinguish the song. The train operator loudly announcing "DO NOT HOLD THE DOORS, THERE IS A TRAIN DIRECTLY BEHIND US." That's probably a lie, they always say that. We get to Broadway Lafayette and there is a skinny Jamaican man playing a Calypso version of Hotel California. That song always gave me nightmares as a kid. I have to hear other sounds before the song gets stuck in my head. A man talking to a woman next to me is commenting on how much he loves that song, and here I am thinking of how much I hate it. The train is really loud as it makes it's way to the next station. The screeching just gets louder and louder until we begin to slow down. The guy speaking about Hotel California is now complaining about work. He seems annoyed. He caught me looking at him while I was listening, now he knows I'm eavesdropping. It's hard to hear what he's saying with the rumble of the train in my ear. His voice becomes a shh fsh vshh sh shs ss jushh in between the rumble. Now I'm conscious of another couples whispering. So it's him in my left ear, them in my right and the rumble of the train consuming them both. Another older man with gray hairs in his long dreadlocks is jamming out to a song in his headphones. I can hear his fingers snapping. He's really into it. It looks a little ridiculous. The guy complaining just said that he wants his own office. Now we are outside, the rumble of the train isn't as loud. We go through some small tunnels and you can hear the difference in the rumble, softer and louder, as we go out and back in. Finally the complaining guy left. My ears are relived. I get off on the next stop, the train feels so much more peaceful now. All I hear is the soft rumble of the train...chugachuga...Most people are sleeping. The breaks sound like an airplane landing. A ladies phone rang..duhnah na na na na nuhnuh na.. its the same ring tone as my alarm clock and I always think its my phone when I hear it. She answers and says "I'm here, I'm getting off." Me too lady. Finally home.