{"id":317,"date":"2018-08-22T00:43:06","date_gmt":"2018-08-22T00:43:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.wri-101c-f18.andrewrippeon.com\/blog\/?p=317"},"modified":"2018-08-22T00:43:06","modified_gmt":"2018-08-22T00:43:06","slug":"blog-101","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.wri-101c-f18.andrewrippeon.com\/blog\/blog-01\/blog-101\/","title":{"rendered":"Blog 101"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Perhaps the most vivid experience I can recall with sound is hiking the Colorado Trail. The aura of a Rocky Mountain hike has no equivalent. It is remarkably quiet, yet bountiful with noise. When the breeze slows and the trees settle I can hear every breath I take. Simiarly, I can hear the crushing of leaves underneath every step, or the buzzing of a bee on an individual columbine. Virtually everything in the mountains emits some sort of noise, but it is at the hiker&#8217;s discretion to choose which noises they want to embrace. It is in this ambiguity that I find fascination.<\/p>\n<p>By the same token, Lucier&#8217;s &#8220;I Am Sitting in a Room&#8221; provides a certain ambiguity in how the message can be received. Personally, and especially in the beginning, I had a hard time ignoring his speech impediment. After his initial stutter I had difficulty refocusing and the substance of the subsequent words became irrelevant. It was only after the track looped about ten times that I was actually able to enjoy what were now just a collage of liquified noises. However, maybe that&#8217;s the point. As his stutter becomes less distinguishable, his precision on the pronunciation of the other words is also compromised. Lucier could be implying that eliminating imperfections may come at the cost of the integrity of the piece.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Perhaps the most vivid experience I can recall with sound is hiking the Colorado Trail. The aura of a Rocky Mountain hike has no equivalent. It is remarkably quiet, yet bountiful with noise. When the breeze slows and the trees settle I can hear every breath I take. Simiarly, I can hear the crushing of [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":14,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-317","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","category-blog-01","entry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.wri-101c-f18.andrewrippeon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/317","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.wri-101c-f18.andrewrippeon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.wri-101c-f18.andrewrippeon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.wri-101c-f18.andrewrippeon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/14"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.wri-101c-f18.andrewrippeon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=317"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.wri-101c-f18.andrewrippeon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/317\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":321,"href":"https:\/\/www.wri-101c-f18.andrewrippeon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/317\/revisions\/321"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.wri-101c-f18.andrewrippeon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=317"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.wri-101c-f18.andrewrippeon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=317"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.wri-101c-f18.andrewrippeon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=317"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}