Jan 2006
What I Learned On My Winter Vacation. A Jost
Van Dyke-otomy.
01/23/06 09:43 PM

Our thanks to Amelia, Greg and John for making sure the recording studio hummed along while we parked our butts on beach towels, and coated ourselves in SPF 30 like yogurt covered raisins.
We know that we owe you guys big time.
The handiwork of our friend - local artist and comedian, Ari Hoptman.
Traveling to another country can provide the chance to see how other cultures approach their lives, solve their problems and pass the time. Surprisingly, in just a fortnight you can see how others view you, how you view the world, and where the two might (or might not) intersect. 'Course, one could write a book about that - I'll just try and share the most relevant stuff.
Less Is More:
No internet. No TV. No radio. No cell phones. No video games.
For those with a multimedia jones, this is Hazelden. And, get this, it's even 12 steps from the cabana to the beach. Cured.
Crabs and Politicians are the same species:
Bury yourself in sand. Avoid scrutiny. When all seems safe, pop out of nowhere. Strut your stuff with the clan. See trouble? Panic, reverse, and bury yourself in the sand.
Repeat as necessary.

If laughter's the best medicine, let's go into every dank, fetid and ill lit nursing home in this country with a 700 inch plasma display, 100 lbs of sand and some cheap beach chairs. Crank up the heat, set the fans to "breeze", and plop Gram and Gramps in front of an endless DVD of pelicans dive bombing a reef. There's perhaps nothing more graceful, peaceful, and amusing. If you can't relax, grin and guffaw, you're already dead.
Meds have costly side effects. Smiles and laughter don't. Door number two, please.
Paradise is not Nirvana:
The Caribbean has beautiful weather, lovely beaches, sailing, snorkeling and a panoply of sounds and wildlife that would be difficult to match anywhere else. Truly, it is Paradise. One would be remiss not to see it at least once in a lifetime. Sadly, however, like everywhere else in the world, you can see racism, classism, greed and mistrust too. Regrettable proof that, indeed, we truly are all created equal.

Don't go to lunch hungry. Seriously. The island clocks are set to Saturn or something. It's likely you'll either expire from low blood sugar or succumb to the effects of imbibing too many Red Stripes from the Honor Bar while waiting for a conch fritter. Odds are Haley's comet will pass twice before your waitress does.
The weather is tropical. The pace is glacial. Relax, it's actually good for you.
Just eat before you go.
Plan, Is A Four Letter Word:
If you ever hear the phrase, "No Problem" rest assured - there is one. Your Plan A, will morph into plan B, then perhaps C , and eventually become plan D all in the course of fifteen minutes. Or fifteen hours. It all depends. Sometimes.
Simply getting a taxi here requires a lesson in "adaptive scheduling". This is an actual exchange with one of the drivers on the island....
SFX: (rrrrring)
Claude, the taxi guy, answers the call in an island patois as thick as the laissez-faire attitude that sways over everything here.
"Talk to me"
"Uhhh, hey Claude, um, I need a cab tomorrow morning to get us over to Little Harbor"
"No problem. Just call me in the morning to remind me"
"Okay, so, can you pick us up around, 8:45?"
"Call me a half an hour before you want to go"
"So I'll call you at 8:15?"
"Sure"
SFX: (click)
Mind you, Claude's cell phone is typically off. He's one of only three taxis we saw on the island. Not taxi companies - taxis.
Oh, and Claude arrived at 8:15 while the call was being placed. Plan E.

Red State. Blue State. Who cares? When you're baking under the sun with little to do it's amazing how boundaries melt away. People were just happy to connect and pass the time. Our first week we hung out with a couple who worked in academia. Y'know, a biology prof is great to have along when you're discovering so much flora and fauna. It was like hanging with Darwin on The Beagle but with better food, laughs and God's greatest gift - cold beer. Thanks Kim and Peggy. Hope we see you again.
To sum things up, the B.V.I. is a great place to visit for a couple of weeks to get away from the nasty cold and limited sun we get here above the Mason Dixon line this time of year. We absolutely loved it. However, to quote a particular Minnesotan named Judy Garland - "There's No Place Like Home"
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Eine Kleine Cox Musik - Orchestrating The
Sound Of Business
01/20/06 08:39 PM

Pretty prolific guy actually. Easily the Kanye West of the 1760's, y'know?
One of this man's great gifts was his ability to hear a piece of music and then write it down note for note.
In our own little way we here at Babble-On try to do the same thing. We have to hear the music in our client's heads and then translate that melody into something harmonious, meaningful, and communicative that lasts about a minute - the sex life of a tsetse fly without the itch or flowers on the pillow the next morning.
The young, gifted Mister Mozart posing peacefully at the keyboard
Tom Witkowski, a veteran writer who's new to Minneapolis ad agency Periscope, came in the other week to record some voice-over and produce a fresh a radio spot with Greg for Cox Business Services. The radio ad he had written was unique because the idea hinged on our ability to create rhythm and melody from simple office sounds. John even composed some distinctive e-mail chimes that worked to glue the whole idea together.
Here's Tom's insight - "To a writer, sound effects are as simple as writing the three letters SFX followed by some vague description of what you're hearing in your head (other than voices telling you to burn the joint down.) So when I started writing the spot “Music” for Cox Business Services, I figured creating a melody out of different ring tones, fax machines and email bings and bongs would be a walk in the park. It's not until you sit down and start listening to a cacophony of office sounds that you realize that there's a bit more to it."... I, of course, figured somewhere there was a catalog of office sound tunes. Turns out, there's not. No fear. By the time I got to Babble-On, Greg and John had pulled about every dang phone sound, email chime and fax feed. After going to work like a mad scientist with a soundboard, Maestro Greg composed a very rhythmic little ditty. It has a good beat and you can dance to it. The spot hinges on the sound effects all being distinctive and recognizable yet coming together to make a communications system symphony.
The gifted Mister Geitzenauer posing peacefully at the keyboard
Here's Greg's take on bringing the spot together - "This was the kind of session that reminds us that people use Pro Tools every day for applications into which we rarely dip our feet. While our recording and editing of dialog/FX/needledrop is a daily occurrence, there's a whole musical face of the program which we rarely see, and which very handily allowed me to make the grab bag of office FX into something that had the
beat Tom was looking for. A couple of esoteric features of the newest version of Pro Tools really allowed me to concentrate on the creative/aesthetic aspects of the spot instead of the all-too-familiar 'are each of these dozen-or-so sounds keeping up with the desired tempo or are they staggering along like a kid on a Christmas gift drum kit?'"
The final mix of the spot hangs together well because, while there is a distinct melody and rhythm, it's still clear that these are office sounds and not some cheap Casio midi file hiding out from its real life as a c'jarked ring tone. And, perhaps more important, the sound-design complements the voice of veteran local voice-over actor Bert Gardner instead of detracting from it. Perhaps the highest praise comes from Tom himself, who offered, -"My compliments to Greg. I look forward to hearing him mixing more of these sound effects into cover tunes likes “867-5309 Jenny .”
Here's the radio spot, "Music" produced for Cox Business Services by Periscope.
Bert Gardner can be booked through his Minneapolis talent agent, Moore Creative Talent, Inc.