uh, define sound*proof*…
more studio-building navel-gazing today.
the floor where we’re doing the buildout is directly above us, and largely empty save for a bunch of office furniture coated in gypsum dust and general construction detritus. the place is roughed-in, but that’s it. so we’ve been up there laying out imaginary workspaces on the floor with masking tape, trying different configurations & office sizes. generally acting like kids planning their biggest and best tree fort yet.
well today, in light of what we learned at Bethesda yesterday, we’re engaging in a little bit of practical experimentation, a la mythbusters.
holy shit. i just typed that as “mythic busters” before backing that out. take that for what you will.
test #1. the latest floor plan has us near the johns. mmmmmmmm okay…how bad can that be? insert a “ventilation issues” joke if you will, but that shit happened to me (get it?). back in the day i had a room that, despite not being adjacent to the men’s room, was certainly adjacent to the HVAC route outta there. and by 2pm, i knew exactly who had gone to guadalajara for lunch that day and who had not, nowhaddumsayin’? anyway, we’re more concerned with air as a medium for sound than odor, so the first thing we did was flush all the commodes and do some serious throat-clearing to see how much of that filtered thorugh our shared wall. we could hear it, but were just about to declare it no match for our double-wall soundproofing plan when the big momma pipe kicked in – the one that carries water from the subbasement to the top floor and back again. wow. okay. no.
test #2. we’d been telling ourselves all along that the three feet of dead air between the drop ceiling and the structural ceiling made for a good start on isolation. sure, it’d need some insulating foam and all that…but let’s see what we’re working with here. so matt runs up to the 3rd floor, stands directly over my office on the 2nd, picks up a hunk o’ scrap metal, and lets ‘er drop. PLONK. if i didn’t know the structural floor was concrete, i’d've thought the thing was going to come straight through and land in my lap. given the bashing and smashing we plan on doing, it looks like we’re going to need a bigger boatload of isolation.
fact is, people are going to hear us. i mean, i could be drumming in there at some point, and that shit is going to be HEARD, nowhaddumsayin’? so we’ll just have to keep the really gnarly stuff to nights & weekends. which is probably for the best anyway – saves having to explain to people why i’m walking around the building with a passel o’ weapons under one arm, and a load of motor oil and condoms under the other.
