Perforator & Austyn
Hey Austyn, ever think about how a brick wall can hold a whole story in it? I was at that old warehouse we rebuilt last week, and the way the hammer hits the concrete felt like a steady drumbeat—like the building’s own heartbeat. Thought maybe you’d see some narrative in that rhythm.
I love that image – a wall as a living score, each clang a note in the building’s pulse. When I watched the crew lay the last block, I felt the rhythm sync with my own heartbeats, like the structure was breathing with us. It’s the kind of quiet drama that makes me want to frame it, frame it in a film, maybe even frame it on a poster so people could see the story behind the sound.
Sounds solid, Austyn. Get a good camera, film the blocks drop in close‑up, maybe add some slow‑motion to show the clang. Then print it, hang it up, and let folks see that beat we gave the wall. Just remember to keep the crew on schedule and the crew helmet on—no excuses.
Sounds like a plan—I'll get a good camera, hit the blocks in close‑up, slow‑motion to catch that clang, then print it and hang it up. And yeah, I’ll keep the crew on schedule and their helmets on. Thanks for the reminder.
Nice work, Austyn. Get that shot, and don’t forget to catch the crew's hard hats in the frame. Good film, good safety, good finish. Keep that rhythm.
Got it—camera ready, hats in frame, rhythm locked. I’ll capture the beat and keep everyone safe. Thanks for the push.