19 hour Journey

This past Saturday, I went to New York City with my SMP advisor, two of my SMP classmates, and other artistic people to see two art museums. During our 19 hour road trip, I heard many different sounds. In the drive to New York City, I heard a conversation I was not listening, the AC warming the occupants in the van, and the van cutting through the air 50 mph. They were not particularly noticeable sounds but I guess they can all be described as loud compare to the white noise I hear in my room. These sounds change sometimes such as the conversation growing silent as the people involved comes to a conclusion or when the van slows down which made the drive more quiet. If I had to give these sounds some sort of visual appearance it would be a warm fuzzy sweater that sometimes itches. I kind of thought the sounds I heard during the drive was very comforting. The sounds that produced a warm fuzzy feeling would be the rush of the wind around the car and the AC. The sound of the conversation would be the occasional scratchy feelings because sometimes it would get very loud or not noticeable.

When we finally got to New York City, the sound of the city was dull at first because we were in the van. We heard the constant low rumble of cars driving by, and short high pitch horns notifying us the driver's displeasure.  The sound of the city becomes overwhelming as soon as we opened the van door. I could hear music from stores, the cars driving, the horn becoming higher and louder, the people walking and talking, and the constructions of many buildings. The sounds mixed together, and sometimes certain sounds becomes quiet and other sounds become louder. The sounds reminded me of water boiling; the bubbles in the boiling water ascends and pops. I think the the city produced sounds similar to the erratic and fast movement of water boiling.

The final series of sounds that was different from the first two was the sound of being in an art museums. The sound of people in the museum was like a constant roar. It never quiet down or got louder. Sometimes there were high pitch sounds of children laughing or crying, and the rumble of children running before they were stopped by their parents. The sounds in the museum was like being in a mall so it was not really a best time to look at art.