AGE OF NOIZE#1

It is the Age of Noise
Any type of Fossil Fueled Noise Makers are Fine
As long as their explanation is economic.
We live in the resulting waveform,
With no Greater Plan.
Greek Democracy was defined by hearing the human voice reinforced by an architectural innovation, the amphitheater, tuned to human speech and hearing. sharing information at once, all stakeholders present.
We are now listening instead to the voice of the Automobile.
A democracy of Cars.
Designed for cars.
Voted by cars, ruled by cars.
Forget the human voice.
But a voice does come in to your car. Is it the voice of democracy?
How quiet is your car on the inside, the outside, and which side did you pay for quiet?
BUT we have a hunter-gatherer hearing system as part of our hunter-gatherer operating system installed in our wetware, hardwired to our brainstem, surviving the soundscapes of grasslands, farmlands, city, and phone.
It may be a bit out of place in a city but after a week in the woods we can once again hear in 3D (+time=4D) locate a deer in the woods, hear the distant bell, walk a soft path in the woods with our eyes closed.
This sophisticated system is completely masked by the constant roar of the city
Power generator
Ventilator/heating/ac/fan
Fluorescent buzz
Diskdrive/refrigerator/dishwasher
Radial tires
Diesel motor,truck,train,bus,
Low standing wave traveling the tunnels of stone and glass canyons
Coupling and merging with rumble of subway, muffler,boombox, and brakes
From the basement it’s a throb, first floor a wail
8th floor more smooth and discreet, but from the
Towers of the 30th floor the whole city cries like an open brain
Sirens, guns, and cycles from 40 block radius screams above the AC
How you gonna wear your sensitive hunter-gatherer apparatus through all that except to
Hide deep in a RAM eating trance, filtering out the daily dance of the economy
The hum of the hive,
And everything else you don’t need to survive?
To the sophisticated lying eye the replicant visual world
Entrances and programs with grace and speed.
We highly agree on what we all can see.
Seeing is agreement if no longer belief.
But what we don’t see we have few words for,
No solid descriptions much less agreement of the unseen.
We do have a word for loud but in a court of law what does loud mean?
Since the renaissance we all agree on 3-D
What "the point" is, the math of "where", how to build up a world in a void,
A perspective, a place to put it all. All those glances looks and gazes, points and lines and planes, so when I say to lengthen your x axis and place me at y, 203 you have some way to proceed. Add polygons and logic for Playstation 2.
But how to begin with the river of sounds in the cultural waveform outside my window?
If all your reference points are seen and not heard
How can we tell it with a picture or a word?
But in former times the circumference of your church's congregation was the range from which you heard it’s bell.
The amphitheater was made for the communication of the human voice.
The drum was owned by the ancestor to talk to the descendant with rhythm.
The world spun on its axis to the singing of the two sisters.
The empire was governed through celestial sound.
In the beginning was the word.
You can’t hear any faster.
You can’t shut your ears.
You are immersed and it’s always on.
The ear grows first in the embryo.
String theory is bringing resonance to the foreground.
Perhaps Pythagorean divine proportion will come back as well.To trick the eye, string together thirty frames of stills per second, and we believe----@ sixty frames it’s super cool.
To trick the ear, play fourtyfour thousand one hundred frames a second (double that for stereo) and it sounds like a CD, twice as much and its high end.

But the commodification of the senses into nich markets has us Humpty Dumpty splintered and madly scrambling for some consumable additive design that works for us, that brands us, that combines a rich visual aesthetic with a beleivable soundtrack and a fragrance that is a viable "Me","U" "US".
All the Kings trendspotters and all the kings fashion consultants, critics, divas and spies, couldn’t put "The HUMP" back together again.
But where does that leave us?