Cumbernauld Is PURE CINEMA

Made a visit to the centre with my old pal and incredibly talented audio engineer, Keir Long. As mentioned in my previous blog entry CUM 2 CUMBERNAULD. I’m working on a piece of music based round the centre and Keir came to record the ambience. I’m also very much hoping he’ll get into the music with me too; frankly he’s one of the most naturally musical individuals I know.

On this clear, frosty night Cnauld was the most cinematic I’ve ever found it. The sunset and blue light swathed the place in this beautiful diffused atmosphere. Armed with a Zoom field recorder, configured in Mid Side and a vintage AKG D230, omni directional, broadcast mic. Myself and Keir set about exploring with our ears.

Keir led the way as I had hoped. His ears are better than mine. My dad used to call my cloth ears and my mother was convinced I had such voracious wax build up because her father drove tanks and armoured cars in the war.

  • Service tunnel ambience

  • Interior traffic noise from ventilation conduits

  • Transformer Hum

  • Red Car Park ii (needs heavy rain)

Sounds That We Found:

  • Escalator Rhythm

  • Pigeon flutters and cooing from the derelict Falcon restaurant

  • The Lifts (excellent Sub Bass, mechanical noises, beeps and tings)

  • Ramp Ambience (we collected claps to make impulse response / convolution reverbs)

It is likely that some drums will be based off the escalator, sub bass will come from the lift shaft. Other than that I have a melodic synthesiser theme that I want to incorporate. We will make digital reverbs from our Impulse Responses, this will mean any one can have access to the ambience of Cumbernauld town centre and i like that idea a lot.

LETS SEE WHERE IT TAKES US …

Photos below are taken with a Canon 90d (ISO 1600+) and a Zeiss Distagon 18mm (28.8mm on the Canon’s crop sensor)

What is it about abandoned trolleys that’s so compelling? Someone once saliently pointed out to me that it is the cheapest way to get your shopping home… Though I hope no one lives in the service tunnels.

You will find many photos presented in the 2.35:1 widescreen format. Know as Cinemascope this format uses anamorphic lenses to squeeze a wide image on to film which is then de-squeezed by the projector lens. I have used this format to press home the Cinematic nature of the way I perceived the centre this night.

Inspired and well executed graffiti; it heartens me greatly that cursive is making a comeback in Cumbernauld. You will find a really lovely ‘Tyler is a slag’ in this cursive in a previous post. Can’t say it’s the same person, but there is a correlation.

This Monkey tag was spotted a few times. Totally different aproach than the cursive ‘peepeepoopoo’ - I like the smiley face roughed into the drips.

Cumbernauld College looking like a Pokemon / Interstellar Star Ship.
Yes the street lights are purple.

Keir in the blocked of access to Allander House (right) and the Penthouses (Left). Middle corridor is an active fire escape which leads out to the Tryst Road.

A beautiful crack

Just so you know, all of Cumbernauld Town Centre is slippery when wet. The dogged re application of this sign deserves respect.

Nothing in this photo is in focus and that is why i like it.

I’m sorry but this scene is sublime. Can you not imagine some sort intrigue unfolding here, this scene is so ripe for film making it hurts.

The blue hour was special

More evidence of the blue hour being special.

It’s hard to describe how enthused I was by this trash compacter.

I MEAN COME ON! The only thing that would make this photo better is if it was on film. I really love this, so much atmosphere.

At the shop end of service tunnel.

That trolley again

A staff smoking library in the service tunnels, that is a pile of books on top of the bin and a rat trap on the floor.

Decaying Tannoy / Fire Alarm? Fair Play to that cable.

Keir looking as cool as he is in Red Car Park II.

PRETTY CINEMATIC EH?


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