How I voiced the game
Let me entertain you a bit and talk about how an ordinary person can suddenly turn into a sound engineer if the Motherland says “it is necessary”.
It was at the GamesJamMicrosoft hackathon, where we made a small game with a small team about a rainbow and a furry eye on legs.
(this is Benjamin, get acquainted)
So, on December 6th, the hackathon started. We were born a conceptual idea, and, therefore, began to actively try for the good of the project. Who as he could.
Personally, I don’t know how to do anything - neither write code nor draw. But is it necessary to bring at least some benefit to society? So in the evening, looking at how the team works selflessly, I volunteered to make sounds. I left them to languish over the code and art, and went home. Why me? Nobody can make sounds with us anyway - so it doesn't matter who.
But sounds are necessary, right? And what. There is a voice recorder, there is an editor. Sounds are all at hand - here the glass rings. Here the lighter snaps. You can breathe into the microphone, again.
I thought so: sounds do not come from nowhere. They are recorded by people. And then, if necessary, modify. Nothing too complicated. In our game, there are running colors and a furry eye on the legs - no one knows how they should sound. As I think, it will be so.
For example, I need to write down the stamping - it’s to knock on the table. And then accelerate, raise the tone and multiply.
It is written in our backlog that you need to make an “ice sound” - and what is the sound of ice?
With this in the kitchen - in the freezer there is just a mold with ice.
The sound of the jump? You need to tap on a tin bucket to get an echo, and then draw it.
And as for all sorts of screams and squeals, everything is clear here. And so I squealed with inspiration, crowed and clicked into the microphone, pounded on the table and made other sounds - for recording.
And then she sat for a long, long time, listened to all this nonsense and twisted all kinds of sliders in the editor, superimposed, cut, slowed down.
And in such a simple way, armed with a voice recorder, an editor, household utensils and vocal chords, I recorded 30 sounds, no sounds.
Does our toy really need a lot? ..
In two nights I called the girls and said: Sounds are ready! Go? “Don't ...” the dying voice answered me from that end. - Get some sleep…
But to sleep, as you know, I did not go to bed.
Instead, she decided to make music.
In general, I have about the same attitude to music as a guinea pig to the sea.
That is, no.
In childhood, my mother, who wanted to play the piano, took me to a music teacher. From the lesson - the first and last - I only remember that you need to hold your hand, as if there is an apple in it.
After class, the teacher told my mother that I should try myself in something else.
Not in the music.
But there is nothing to do. After all, there must be music in the game. Did I know about music? That the hand should be held, as if in it an apple. But this, of course, did not save the situation.
The Great Encyclopedic Dictionary reported that music -“This is a form of art in which the means of embodiment of artistic images are in a certain way organized musical sounds.”
You can already work with this! Sounds I can provide. Organize in a certain way too.
And I took out all sorts of cups and pans, which were vertebral, and began (and time was approaching three) to knock on them. It turned out harsh metal sounds. But there was no poetry in these sounds. There was no feeling.
Then I took my grandmother’s crystal out of the closet and poured water into it to a different level. The crystal is not mine, and my grandmother seems to be too, so I took a fair amount of risk by knocking a glass of wine with a table knife.
But nothing happened, and the sounds were recorded. That is, the first part is completed. Now it was necessary to organize them.
In a certain way.
I knew (besides the apple) that there are rhythm and melody in music. So, the sound of the pan was responsible for the rhythm, and the ringing of glasses of different keys was responsible for the melody. But at first, when I thought that I could make a melody out of several “tinks”.
Then they all mixed up, overlapped each other, then I recorded more sounds, then for a long time I turned different sliders of unknown purpose in the editor. There was no time to find out what all these sliders mean. When there is little time, there is no time for friendship, only love.
Here you can listen to the iterations (which survived) - from an irregular pan to the final version.
By five o'clock I soared to the realms of clear sound, where I learned to feel the difference between “zink” and “zenk” and felt an almost Buddhist emptiness in my head. When the work was finished, it attracted the only listener who was nearby. The young man listened to my humble track8 with a stone face and said that it was very conceptual. But he said this in such a way that I understood that tomorrow they could beat me for such a conceptuality. And we urgently need to do something.
And then I remembered about such a thing as an online piano.
But here the bear’s problems rose upright. Who stepped on me without sparing my ears. Sounds? There are sounds. And to organize them in a certain way did not work. That is, it turned out, but this image was such as if an octopus was brought to the piano with a violation of motor functions. And then I came up with this.
We need some more or less meaningful sequence of sounds. And I have a computer keyboard - on which there are letters - and the keys correspond to sounds. So, the sequence of sounds in this case will be the same as the sequence of letters? Well, that I can. In the letters, I hoo! And she began to print tongue twisters.
And really! Some tunes appeared. Some are more meaningful, some less. Well, in general, as ordered. Very quickly a tongue twister was found that sounded piercing and poetic on the piano, and besides, it perfectly reflected my state of mind.
The most unpromising unpromising of the most unpromising unpromising.
It turned out that typing tongue twisters was no easier than pronouncing. I trained for a long time in a quiet Word file until I learned how to play the “futile” with the virtuosity of a real pianist. I went in cycles and went to bed with a clear conscience. At the beginning of the seventh.
The team listened to music the next day, praised me for my dedication and did not beat for the first track, and even accepted it as musical accompaniment - hurray!
And filled with a sense of "hopelessness" remained to amuse us like a funny story. Other tongue twisters, of course, were not bad either, but I was incredibly lucky with the “futile”! Immediately in it, and depth, and feeling, and poetry - the same that I unsuccessfully searched for in my grandmother's crystal.
If I had a real piano, I would be scared - all the keys are the same, and it is not possible to remember where what sound is. And I know my native clave far and wide, everything is clear - and you can not be distracted by the search for the desired key. You can even make simple melodies - you know what sound should be next, and you look for it using the artistic poke method (literally). And you can remember. Because “e” is easier to remember than the “eleventh white key on the right”.
So, the whole next day I was entertained by typing different words on the piano, decent and not very, and listening to how they sound.
Here it is very beautiful, for example, the word "cattle" sounds. And I made a melody from this “cattle", poking the closest letters.
Organized sounds in a certain way, so-and-so!
It was at the GamesJamMicrosoft hackathon, where we made a small game with a small team about a rainbow and a furry eye on legs.
(this is Benjamin, get acquainted)
Exposition
So, on December 6th, the hackathon started. We were born a conceptual idea, and, therefore, began to actively try for the good of the project. Who as he could.
Personally, I don’t know how to do anything - neither write code nor draw. But is it necessary to bring at least some benefit to society? So in the evening, looking at how the team works selflessly, I volunteered to make sounds. I left them to languish over the code and art, and went home. Why me? Nobody can make sounds with us anyway - so it doesn't matter who.
Sounds at hand
But sounds are necessary, right? And what. There is a voice recorder, there is an editor. Sounds are all at hand - here the glass rings. Here the lighter snaps. You can breathe into the microphone, again.
I thought so: sounds do not come from nowhere. They are recorded by people. And then, if necessary, modify. Nothing too complicated. In our game, there are running colors and a furry eye on the legs - no one knows how they should sound. As I think, it will be so.
For example, I need to write down the stamping - it’s to knock on the table. And then accelerate, raise the tone and multiply.
It is written in our backlog that you need to make an “ice sound” - and what is the sound of ice?
With this in the kitchen - in the freezer there is just a mold with ice.
The sound of the jump? You need to tap on a tin bucket to get an echo, and then draw it.
And as for all sorts of screams and squeals, everything is clear here. And so I squealed with inspiration, crowed and clicked into the microphone, pounded on the table and made other sounds - for recording.
And then she sat for a long, long time, listened to all this nonsense and twisted all kinds of sliders in the editor, superimposed, cut, slowed down.
And in such a simple way, armed with a voice recorder, an editor, household utensils and vocal chords, I recorded 30 sounds, no sounds.
Does our toy really need a lot? ..
In two nights I called the girls and said: Sounds are ready! Go? “Don't ...” the dying voice answered me from that end. - Get some sleep…
Music in the night
But to sleep, as you know, I did not go to bed.
Instead, she decided to make music.
In general, I have about the same attitude to music as a guinea pig to the sea.
That is, no.
In childhood, my mother, who wanted to play the piano, took me to a music teacher. From the lesson - the first and last - I only remember that you need to hold your hand, as if there is an apple in it.
After class, the teacher told my mother that I should try myself in something else.
Not in the music.
But there is nothing to do. After all, there must be music in the game. Did I know about music? That the hand should be held, as if in it an apple. But this, of course, did not save the situation.
The Great Encyclopedic Dictionary reported that music -“This is a form of art in which the means of embodiment of artistic images are in a certain way organized musical sounds.”
Hello to the neighbors
You can already work with this! Sounds I can provide. Organize in a certain way too.
And I took out all sorts of cups and pans, which were vertebral, and began (and time was approaching three) to knock on them. It turned out harsh metal sounds. But there was no poetry in these sounds. There was no feeling.
Then I took my grandmother’s crystal out of the closet and poured water into it to a different level. The crystal is not mine, and my grandmother seems to be too, so I took a fair amount of risk by knocking a glass of wine with a table knife.
But nothing happened, and the sounds were recorded. That is, the first part is completed. Now it was necessary to organize them.
In a certain way.
Applied Sound Organization
I knew (besides the apple) that there are rhythm and melody in music. So, the sound of the pan was responsible for the rhythm, and the ringing of glasses of different keys was responsible for the melody. But at first, when I thought that I could make a melody out of several “tinks”.
Then they all mixed up, overlapped each other, then I recorded more sounds, then for a long time I turned different sliders of unknown purpose in the editor. There was no time to find out what all these sliders mean. When there is little time, there is no time for friendship, only love.
Here you can listen to the iterations (which survived) - from an irregular pan to the final version.
By five o'clock I soared to the realms of clear sound, where I learned to feel the difference between “zink” and “zenk” and felt an almost Buddhist emptiness in my head. When the work was finished, it attracted the only listener who was nearby. The young man listened to my humble track8 with a stone face and said that it was very conceptual. But he said this in such a way that I understood that tomorrow they could beat me for such a conceptuality. And we urgently need to do something.
And then I remembered about such a thing as an online piano.
But here the bear’s problems rose upright. Who stepped on me without sparing my ears. Sounds? There are sounds. And to organize them in a certain way did not work. That is, it turned out, but this image was such as if an octopus was brought to the piano with a violation of motor functions. And then I came up with this.
We need some more or less meaningful sequence of sounds. And I have a computer keyboard - on which there are letters - and the keys correspond to sounds. So, the sequence of sounds in this case will be the same as the sequence of letters? Well, that I can. In the letters, I hoo! And she began to print tongue twisters.
Zong tongue twister (tink?)
And really! Some tunes appeared. Some are more meaningful, some less. Well, in general, as ordered. Very quickly a tongue twister was found that sounded piercing and poetic on the piano, and besides, it perfectly reflected my state of mind.
The most unpromising unpromising of the most unpromising unpromising.
It turned out that typing tongue twisters was no easier than pronouncing. I trained for a long time in a quiet Word file until I learned how to play the “futile” with the virtuosity of a real pianist. I went in cycles and went to bed with a clear conscience. At the beginning of the seventh.
The team listened to music the next day, praised me for my dedication and did not beat for the first track, and even accepted it as musical accompaniment - hurray!
And filled with a sense of "hopelessness" remained to amuse us like a funny story. Other tongue twisters, of course, were not bad either, but I was incredibly lucky with the “futile”! Immediately in it, and depth, and feeling, and poetry - the same that I unsuccessfully searched for in my grandmother's crystal.
If I had a real piano, I would be scared - all the keys are the same, and it is not possible to remember where what sound is. And I know my native clave far and wide, everything is clear - and you can not be distracted by the search for the desired key. You can even make simple melodies - you know what sound should be next, and you look for it using the artistic poke method (literally). And you can remember. Because “e” is easier to remember than the “eleventh white key on the right”.
So, the whole next day I was entertained by typing different words on the piano, decent and not very, and listening to how they sound.
Here it is very beautiful, for example, the word "cattle" sounds. And I made a melody from this “cattle", poking the closest letters.
Organized sounds in a certain way, so-and-so!