Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts

Monday, 11 April 2016

Sigourney's Synaesthesia

    Recently, I made the acquaintance of the talented Sigourney Young, a woman who shares with many of us the same view of the world, all except for one big, little detail. Sigourney is a synesthete, meaning that when she listens to music she sees colours. I kid you not! And no she is not tripping! So this week you can add this word to your vocabulary – synaesthesia.
    In some instances synaesthesia is described as a condition, or even a neural phenomenon. I prefer to think of it as an amazing phenomena as there is nothing debilitating about synaesthesia. If anything a synesthete has an enhanced ability to appreciate the world around them.
    Once Sigourney realised that she was a synesthete she decided to share her view of music by painting it, so she went into production and opened her own store – Not Your Sigourney. This is how I came to know about Sigourney. To quote Jerry Maguire she had me at synaesthesia. Until this point I was not aware that such a view existed. But let's face it most people with synaesthesia don't even realise they have it, because they naturally presume that what they see is common amongst all of us. But enough from me. Let's get Sigourney's take on all this.

© Sigourney Young
listening to the music

As someone who experiences the neural phenomenon of synaesthesia, can you describe to the rest of us what this looks and feels like?
    I have a form of synaesthesia call associated chromesthesia. That means I associate the sounds I hear with colours.  I like to describe my synaesthesia like this:
Say you walk the same way to work everyday and there’s a blue house there. You know the house is blue but you don’t notice it, it’s just there and you don’t really pay much attention, it just is.
    If someone was asking you about it, or you were feeling particularly interested one day, and you really looked you could explain that it was blue. That it’s a little lighter on one wall, or that it’s a darker blue under the roof. It’s always there, and those colours are always like that, but you were filtering it out.
    That’s how I feel about the sounds around me, including music. Everything has an inherent colour, it just is. When I’m not concentrating, or when I’m thinking about something else, I don’t see anything because I’m not processing it, the same way I don’t ‘see’ the colour of every house I pass. It doesn’t mean it’s not there, just that I’m filtering it out.
    So on a day to day basis it’s not something I think about often, is just is. This means though that sometime I don’t realize that I’m processing more of it than I think I am. I get really on edge if a song is playing out of bad speakers and is missing some of the colours, or I get this vague feeling of messiness in my head when I’m in loud busy places. 


When did you first realize that not everyone quite sees the world as you do?
    I actually didn’t realise until 2014 when I was 25! Until them I thought that everyone experienced music this way and I just wasn’t describing it right. I would try and talk to friends about really loving the red in a song, or joke about how all the top hits had magenta trumpets and the same green bits as last season, and they’d all look at me like I was mad! I thought I was just using the wrong descriptions and if I could find the right words they’d understand. Turns out it was just me and that finding the right paints was the best way to get the message across!  

© Sigourney Young
responding to the music


When you listen to a piece of music more than once, does the colour representation of that song change each time?
    Everyone who experiences synaesthesia has an internally consistent experience. What that means is that the same sounds are always the same colours for me. But that my colours are different to those of other people with synesthaesia. Within my own experience, things are consistent.
    When I listen to a song of paint it more than once the colours stay the same however my interpretation on that day may change the way the painting looks. For example I may concentrate more on the blue melody than on the orange guitar and this would change the look of the piece, but not by much. Whenever I paint I try to focus on the sounds that are truly characteristic of that song and these always come through.


Do ordinary sounds stimulate the colours you see?
    Ordinary sounds do stimulate colours but not as clearly. Music is perfect for my synaesthesia because it gives me time to process the sound and pick the colour. Every sound has a colour but a lot of ordinary sounds are short and sharp, not prolonged and so it’s hard to hear enough it it to understand the colour properly. That being said - car horns are usually purple, scraping gravel is grey, and the birds outside my window are bright greens, yellows and magentas.

© Sigourney Young
let it dry


Can your emotions effect how you see the music? 
    Yes, I also have an emotion-colour synaesthesia which means I associate emotions and memories with colours. These experience how I picture the song in my head but don’t impact the colours I hear. For example I once painted a piece that reminded me of my late grandfather. I always associate the song with him and before I painted I thought it would be more sorrowful dark blues and purples. When I listened properly and painted the notes through it was bright yellows and blues so while my emotions impact my memory of music, it doesn’t impact the relationship between the sounds and colours.


Does your view of colours work in the opposite direction? IE Do you look at colours and get reminded of songs that you’ve heard before?
    This very rarely happens to me. I sometimes see colours and this of specific genres, for example when I walk past golden tall grasses I’m reminded strongly of certain indie/folksie/guitar heavy pieces. I can look at my own pieces and reconstruct elements of a song based on the colours I’ve put there but that’s also because I know what sound I must have heard to end up painting yellow, green etc.

© Sigourney Young
authentification


What prompted you to start painting the music?
    I started painting music a week of so after I discovered I had synaesthesia. That first month I thought of almost nothing but categorising the sounds I encountered. I remember doing laps at the pool and being so focused on the sound of the bubbles. I painted over 100 pieces in the first few months and was inspired mostly by a drive to share my experience with others but to also better understand my own experience.


As a topic dreams provide endless fascination for me. For instance I can tell you that there’s almost always a train in my dreams, and that my dreams are the only place I escape my tinnitus. When you dream do those music colours overlap your visual landscape?
    Dreams are wonderful topics but surprisingly I don’t experience any synaesthesia when I dream. Now that I think of it there’s never music in my dreams, perhaps my brain’s taking a break!


Whose music are you currently enjoying at the moment?
    I’m really enjoying Halsey at the moment. I love that her music is surprising. So many of her songs have this wonderful dark under layer like a hollow black while others have the bright interesting beats and highlights in the music. Each one is just wonderfully textured!




Where to find the talented Sigourney:
Etsy Shop - www.etsy.com/shop/notyoursigourney

    A big thank you goes to Sigourney Young for agreeing to the interview, and sharing her fascinating perspective.

Sunday, 27 April 2014

Listen to the Music

    Listened to a lot of music this weekend. From The Beatles to The New No 2. Oh yeah!

Melissa Gaggiano Illustration

Friday, 10 January 2014

Feel Good



I was feeling low, down in the dumps,
I took a walk near the gas pumps,
Entering a store not knowing why,
I walk out with 3 vinyls, happy is I.


I picked up from the vinyl store:
Lionel Richie "Dancing on the Ceiling"
Labelle "Lady Marmalade"
The Electric Light Orchestra "Don't bring me down"

Saturday, 22 December 2012

C'est Chic

    I was a child of the 80s but I was also exposed to the sounds of the 70s, including disco.  Perhaps I am showing my years, but I do find it hard to get into today's music, unless it happens to be the more indie musicians.
    Anyway, this song, "At Last I Am Free", by Chic has such a profound effect on me. When I was nineteen I actually broke down and cried at the dinner table when I heard this song playing in the background.
    I hope you enjoy this song as much as I do...

Thursday, 10 May 2012

Who Are You

    I loved this song so much when I was a little girl. I played with my Barbie dolls, climbed trees and wanted to rock out to music like this. Decades later this song still gives me pleasant chills.

Friday, 30 March 2012

The Swing Stage

    A couple of weekends ago I checked out the Swing Stage, which was part of a local festival. The Swing Stage just happened to be sponsored by one of my favourite bloggers - Candice de Ville.
    At the time my Canon EOS 1100D was undergoing maintennance so I whipped out my super old Ricoh camera and bought 400 ISO film. Following are just a handful of pictures from that afternoon.

Image by Melissa Gaggiano
Image by Melissa Gaggiano

Image by Melissa Gaggiano

Image by Melissa Gaggiano

Image by Melissa Gaggiano

Image by Melissa Gaggiano



Wednesday, 15 February 2012

Admiration, Projects, Ideas and Music

    So what is happening in the world of Melissa? I am reading Neon Angel by Cherie Currie and I am hooked, line and sinker. I am so into it that I have created an ipod playlist that includes Joan Jet, David Bowie, Blondie, Billy Idol, The Divinyls. What is the theme here? Well I guess it's vintage rock mixed with essence of pop - old school baby. 

Neon Angel written by Cherie Currie, with Tony O'Neill

    I am also working on my granny square project - 52 squares down. I just gotta work on that momentum.
    I am brainstorming new photography ideas. And of course Cherie's book has been inspiring me and I have had a whole bunch of fresh ideas burning a hole in my brain since 3 o'clock this morning. So you can imagine I am a bit tired this morning.
    I have saved my first piece for my eventual pinhole camera. It is a baby formula cannister. My next step will be to spray the inside of the can with black matte paint.
    Yonks ago I had a Vogue magazine with this creative fashion shoot involving balloons. I was reminded of the photoshoot when my daughters were playing with balloons the other day. The photography in question was by Sølve Sundsbø and here are some examples from his balloon fashion shoot...

Image by Sølve Sundsbø 


Image by Sølve Sundsbø


Image by Sølve Sundsbø


Image by Sølve Sundsbø


Image by Sølve Sundsbø


Image by Sølve Sundsbø


Image by Sølve Sundsbø


Friday, 2 December 2011

Oh, Christmas Tree


    We have already begun celebrating the end of year festive season in our house. Michael and I bought a beautiful new tree and some decorations. The other day we put it up between watching Transformers. Everyone is quite excited, after all this is the girl's first festive tree.
    The past few days I have been thinking of making somes changes in my life. Maybe it's because it is the end of the year. Or maybe it's because I know I've been eating way too much chocolate. Anyway one day at a time I'll work at it. So that means no chocolate today. And if I am successful my reward will be chocolate. Oh, wait a minute! That can't be right. So maybe I'll just clap myself on the back for each day I go without chocolate.
    Other things I want to do is play more music around the house. Last night during dinner I put on the album Mannheim Steamroller's Fresh Aire V. It was quite a nostalgic sound for me. I grew up listening to that music.
    Here's a sample of the album I listened to last night. I highly recommend you listen to the whole album. It is quite uplifting and dare I say it - spiritual.

Sunday, 13 November 2011

The Invisible Band Member



Many odd years ago My Man was in a rock band. He played the bass and I was The Band’s loyal whatever. You name it I was their audience, photographer, graphic designer, biographer, and all round moral support. For those familiar with Scott Pilgrim you can easily imagine that I was a cross between Ramona Flowers and Knives Chau, minus all the ninja fighting and general awesomeness. Mind you, there were moments when a bit of ninja action might have been called for.
I watched The Band’s development. I was aware of their aspirations and goals. I knew their songs like the back of my hand. I brainstormed with them marketing ideas. I made their flyers and album covers and even developed their first website.
I witnessed The Band consume so many drummers. One of them disappeared to Queensland [with the police hot on the trail]. Another simply didn’t turn up at the gig. Another left a long winded letter about how he couldn’t be a drummer for The Band, which actually read more like a f##k you letter. With the number of drummers The Band went through it ensured an uncanny parallel to fictional band Spinal Tap. I would be no more surprised if one of the drummers had actually spontaneously combusted on stage.
Having such close proximity to this band meant sharing in their joy when they were allowed to perform at the Espy, which for an emerging band was like entering Shangri-la. I knew of their disappointment when sound engineers turned out to be deaf hacks. Publicans who cried poor, trying to get out of paying The Band its pocket money [free beer anybody?].
Despite the smoke haze and the late nights, following and preceding a work day, I got a buzz out of being on this journey with The Band. There were plenty of other musicians to meet with and there was always potential for networking with other likeminded bands. And besides, let’s face it. It was an opportunity to get out of the house.
I remember the first performance with a group of other bands. It was something of a tri-force. The venue hoped that by having three bands that would increase drinking numbers. Of course these were somewhat unknown bands, which meant only their truly loyal friends with no place better to be turned up. What was not funny that night was my splitting migraine. What was sort of funny was the drummer not turning up. What was really hilarious, was seeing a guitarist from one of the other bands using a soldering iron on his homemade stomp box.
Fast forward a year or so and The Band were invited to perform two songs live at Triple R FM… at midnight. After the first song, The Band was told they would have to wait another two hours before playing the next song. So there we were, The Band and me, wait in a decrepit building, at an ungodly hour, exhausted, bored, and our tummies began rumbling. So we jumped into a car and searched for a 24 hour eatery. I will forever be grateful to McDonalds for being open so late. Goddess bless the Big Mac meal at 1:30 in the morning.
Another time I remember between sets trying to explain to one of the singers that his words couldn’t be heard because his nose was pressed against the microphone. He didn’t believe it, until the sound engineer came along with the same advice. I didn’t know whether to laugh it off or go all Knives Chau on the singer.
As the saying goes, all good things must come to an end, and in my case after a few years of following The Band this became very clear to me. A lot of my time and energy was invested in this one band and it was time that I move on to other projects that were more ‘me’ orientated.
I spent so much time working with and supporting The Band. So much so, that the last drummer called me Yoko. But My Man doesn’t agree. He describes me as the invisible band member.

Friday, 29 April 2011

Cleaning Music Mix

Ephemera — Retro Housewife Kitchen Rug

Are you anything like me? Do you find it hard to get motivated with cleaning the house? I do! Though once I get started on one thing I sometimes find myself moving on to other things that need doing — and so the ball gets rolling.
Late last night, about two in the morning, I got to thinking about motivational techniques for cleaning the house. I had the perfect answer — music. I love dancing to music, exercising to music and working to music. Something about the rhythm can get me moving.
Following is my own list of inspirational ‘house cleaning’ music:
·      Elevation — U2
·      Jump — The Pointer Sisters
·      Jump — Van Halen
·      Wanna Be Startin’ Something — Michael Jackson
·      I Love Rock‘n’Roll — Joan Jett
·      I Ain’t Gonna Eat My Heart Out Anymore — Divinyls
·      What You Waitin’ For — Gwen Stefani
·      Another Way To Die — Alicia Keyes & Jack White
·      My Doorbell — The White Stripes
·      Saving the Day — Alessi Brothers
·      Ghostbusters — Ray Parker Jr
·      Shake A Tail Feather — Ray Charles
·      We Used To Be Friends — The Dandy Warhols
·      Cherry Lips — Garbage
What music inspires you to clean house?

Monday, 7 March 2011

My Life In Point


So, where am I at this week?

  • I am still reading Mansfield Park.
  • Picked up an issue of Vogue.
  • Have restarted knitting a beanie, after my toddler unravelled my original work. Turned a bad thing into a good thing and used the opportunity to alter my design and notes.
  • I have been doodling some fashion sketches.
  • Discovered that Mongolian flavoured sauce doesn't really do it for me.
  • Started listening to Joan Jett and The Divinyls.
  • Am wondering why I cannot see the extra chocolate on the Double Coat Tim Tams biscuit.
  • Thinking of ways to decorate my daughter's hair clips.
  • Watching Enterprise while I knit.


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Friday, 24 December 2010

Monday, 15 November 2010

It's All About The Albums

I don't think there has every been a time that I wasn't inspired by music. I was always surrounded by it. Whether it was the music I loved or hated. Funnily enough, some of the music that truly disturbed me during my baby/toddler years, has come to be amongst my favorites as a fully grown adult. I guess if you hear it often enough, you get used to it.
I would like to talk about the music that moved me. Now I couldn‘t go through it all, otherwise I‘d be here all night. So I‘ll do the next best thing. I‘ll just talk about the albums that changed and moved me…


When I was about 1O years of age I was blown away by a girl pop-rock band called Shakespear‘s Sister. About a year later, on a Friday night, my parent‘s took me to JB Hi-Fi. This was a monumental evening for me because this was to the night that I would hold in my hands my first ever compact disc album. I was drawn to Shakespear‘s Sisters‘ debut album, so my parent's bought that for me. I felt so grown up beginning my CD music collection with this particular album. The music had a hard edge, but was also very feminine. Sacred Heart is good for a listen if it is the end of the week, your boss has annoyed you, your boyfriend has broken up with you, you‘re recovering from that lovely time of the month, and you are about to get ready for a night in town with the girls.

As soon as I saw Vanessa-Mae: Violin Player being promoted on television I just knew that this was something for me. At the time of getting this album I must have been in year 10. Vanessa-Mae‘s album moved and excited me. Never before had I realised that a classical player could do for the violin what Jimmy Hendrix did for the electric guitar. In fact to describe this album with just one word, I would say — electrifying.

Harry Connick Jr made me sit up straight and listen when he came out with the album She. I was almost through high school — I‘d say about year 11. After hearing the same old, same old on the radio Harry's old school big band sounds blaring out of the radio simply blew me away. Such a breath of fresh air, was this album. He really made me wish I had been born on the banks of the Mississippi.

At the same time that Harry Connick Jr found me, Sheryl Crow was another to also enter my heart. My reaction to both these artists were similar. I just could not believe that commercial radio was playing anything as pure as these two. It was like tasting nothing but junk food, then somebody putting something flavorsome, spicy and wholesome on my dinner plate. For the first time in ages I was listening to something real and from the heart.

Monday, 11 October 2010

Dance to the Disco



When I was a kid I loved to skate. It was a real treat going to the Saturday morning roller discos way back in 87. I used to go with three other kids — and their mum would take us.
There would be a morning class, for which I graduated through 3 levels.




We then spent the rest of the morning skating to the sounds of Michael Jackson, Billy Ocean, Kylie Minogue, Cheap Trick, Queen, you name it.
When a romantic song played the main lights would go out, and the effect lights kicked in, and the centrally located disco ball illuminated the room — it was pure magic.
There would also be a dance competition (with or without skates) to “Walk the Dinosaur”, “The Birdie Song”, and “Time Warp”. I once won a bag of Fantails.
Eventually though those days ended. I jumped on the inline skate bandwagon. But was sorely disappointed, as my old roller skating skills and tricks could not be applied to the inlines.
After a few years I wanted to return to the roller skates, but by then I was in my teen years and it felt like my 80s dream was finally over.
That was a fair while ago, and I have long heard that disco is dead. Yet today, a quick glance at google images I type in ‘disco’ or even ‘roller disco’, and discover that it hasn’t entirely bitten the dust. I suspect, for some of the people who lived it, there is still something that lives on in their hearts.
With a bit more research, I came across sites selling skates — brand new. There are dance clubs around the globe that still offer roller disco nights. And there are [gasp] roller derbies again on the rise.
For your pleasure I have created a list of music and movies that fit the roller disco theme. You can have a disco themed party — celebrate the 70s or 80s at your discretion. Or if you are like me you’ll just combine and enjoy it all.




Disco (& Roller Disco) Film Marathon 


  • Roller Boogie (1979) 
  • Thank God It’s Friday (1978) 
  • Saturday Night Fever (1977) 
  • The Last Days of Disco (1998) 
  • Studio 54 (1998) 

70s Disco Music Mix
  • Don’t Leave Me This Way (Thelma Houston) 
  • I Will Survive (Gloria Gaynor) 
  • You Make Me Feel Mighty Real (Sylvester) 
  • Dance Dance Dance (Chic) 
  • Stayin Alive (Bee Gees) 
  • Please Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood (Santa Esmeralda) 
  • You Sexy Thing (Hot Chocolate) 
  • Hot Stuff (Donna Summer) 
  • Disco Duck (Rick Dees) 
  • I Love the Nightlife (Alicia Bridges) 

80s Roller Disco Music Mix 
  • Don’t Be Cruel (Cheap Trick) 
  • Thriller (Michael Jackson) 
  • Crazy Little Thing Called Love (Queen) 
  • Nutbush City Limits (Tina Turner) 
  • The Time of My Life (Bill Medley & Jennifer Warnes) 
  • The Birdie Song (The Tweets) 
  • Time Warp (Rocky Horror cast) 
  • Walk the Dinosaur (Was, Not Was) 
  • When the Going Gets Tough, the Tough Get Going (Billy Ocean) 
  • Rockin Robin (Michael Jackson) 
  • The Loco-Motion (Kylie Minogue) 
  • Hungry Eyes (Eric Carmen) 
  • Ghostbusters (Ray Parker Jr) 

Wednesday, 7 April 2010

D Kid 1 Rocks Out

One of my most favourite Youtubers, Joe, goes by the title DisneyKid1 (he has a heart of gold) has made his own music videos — ever so catchy. You can check them out here…








Sunday, 20 December 2009

Archive Sunday






Years ago I was the graphic designer for a band named Dekker. Their history was rife with disappearing drummers, dealing with dodgy publicans, and the occasional rip off artist/crazy person. On the plus side they had fun trying to write good songs, and I got to begin my experimentations with Photoshop and Illustrator. Above are just examples of my artwork from between 2004 through to 2007 for the band that was Dekker.

To join in with Archive Sunday, simply leave a link below relating to something from your past history, whether it be a photo, art or an old journal entry, or anything else you can think of.