A quick discussion of pleasant and unpleasant sounds:
A few weeks back, I posed a question that asked you to divulge the things that run through your mind as you work yourself into sleep mode. In my own response, I mentioned crafting really good answers to James Lipton’s Actor’s Studio queries.
For those of you unfamiliar, Lipton closes his celebrity interviews with a quick Proust-like session (“what is your favorite….what is your least favorite…”); the answers — reactive and yet somehow deeply reflective — reveal more about the subject than anything gleaned from the previous 45 minutes of standard back-and-forth.
I’d like to use today’s post to address one of Litpon’s questions. As you work toward an answer, try to stay true to your original instinct.
What is your favorite sound? What is your least-favorite sound?
My favorite sound would have to be a church choir on Christmas Eve. More specifically, my own church’s choir singing Veni, Veni, Emmanuel.
I’m rarely at a loss for words, but I cannot offer any further explanation. I can only say you’d have to hear it yourself. When I crave “close-enough,” I listen to the version by The King’s Singers (itunes) — loud, in stereo. Chills. The good kind.
My least favorite sound is the sound of the phone ringing anytime after 11:30 p.m. At my age, no one calling after 11:30 p.m. ever has good news to share. This sound becomes exponentially worse in half-hour increments: 12:00 midnight, heart races; 12:30 a.m., heart races into eardrums, creating that whooshing horse-trot effect; 1:00 a.m., horses now galloping through ears and down sides of neck; 1:30 a.m., I have been stampeded and am therefore dead.
Close runners up:
My second favorite sound is my husband asking, “Wanna swing over to Lowes and pick up those cabinets for the kitchen renovation?”
My second least-favorite sound is a tie between one of my boys saying, “Um….I don’t feel well,” and the actual sound of vomiting.
Okay, so on that note, what say you? What are your favorite and least-favorite sounds?