I am doing work experience at Resonance FM, part of the experience i guess is writing a blog. I started out by turning up on monday greeted by richard and chris, in a somewhat quiet studio, sound art hovering in the background from the night time party shuffle, and large amounts of unwashed mugs. the first task was to nip over to a neon sign ridden internet cafe to get some photocopies of press releases that resonace got. But as i exit the building, the street is filled with flashing lights and uniformed personal directing traffic, with superior officers standing around looking important. My next task was to put some orders together, of t shirts and cds, etc… i receive the same sort of packages myself, so it was fun to be on the other side of royal mail. So Tuesday rolls around like richard rolling a ciggarette, and im on the phone straight away ringing different mobile numbers to find a replacement engineer. An engineer found and a lot of missed calls, my next mission is on to get some A4 paper. As i stroll over to ryman’s stationary shop, i am encountered by a toothless rastafarian weilding a guitar exclaiming “mon i give yu a chewne if ya share the wealth” i reply “i don’t like music” and continue my journey to ryman’s. An hour goes by, and i end up writing a jingle for my Dad’s show - Hooting Yard On The Air - which turns out successful, some editing from richard aids it’s radio presence, and then down to the archive room. Me and Ryan (another guy on work experience) are set out to create the jingle, and after countless minutes of technical difficulties, we are up and running recording. But then my disfunctional speech made it almost impossible for me to pronounce machinations, and my bad reading, so several times mispronounced troupe with toupe, but all ended a-ok. Then we had to create some sound fx, so once we had returned from the res-kitchen with a plunger and empty water-dispener bottle, we record both of these being bonked and plonked, play a little with effects, and the day ends. So today i went in played with the effects on the jingle and got it all practically done. Then i dubbed some strange french pop music, and an interview. My father appears to do his show, seems to be hot and bothered. Before he goes up to the studio he says to me “your so unreligious, who is the 13th priest of the (something) Jesuit Church?!” and i reply “is it Giva-Shit?” then i listen to my dad’s show and exit. until tommorow, for a lesser packed version of this. Ed