slapstick broccoli
So, there I was, walking down the street with my full-time personal Foley artist, when I was accosted by a deranged cerebral technician who was asking for the penultimate flavour of Bangkok. Fortunately my Foley artist has a lot of experience and she knew just the sound to confuse the technician who then proceeded to accost someone else.
I tell you, having a personal Foley artist is such a marvel of modern sound usage. The tricky part is that she has to have with her a large variety of items to allow for the plethora of sounds required to accompany the serial events that describe our passage through time. The quick thinking she has to do has been replaced with an enigmatic foresight that allows her to reach into her sound bag and pull out the sound device that is needed with always a few moments to spare, allowing for extremely precise timing. For sure, that precise timing has come in handy on more than one occasion.
I highly recommend you get your own personal Foley artist.
4 comments:
I prefer to be silently deadly.
Interesting. Does her sound bag have wheels and a pull up handle.
I do enjoy broccoli. I will add here that I thought your spelling of broccoli looked wrong so I spelt it with 2 l's and that looked wrong too, so then I looked it up in the dictionary and according to my Collins English Dictionary I was right, we were both wrong.
Ha! is said Foley Artist only someone you can see? ;)
zhoen: so you need a mime instead of a foley artist.
Deb: no, she has a strap that goes over her should. The sound of the wheels would overcome some of the sounds she has to make.
Thank you for the spelling correct, I have updated the title.
Tony: no, she's always right beside me.
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