‘Acoustics’ is not spelled with two ‘c’s like I think it should be spelled. Nope, one c. I think it every time I type it, which is a LOT. I type it a lot because I am obsessing over the way that the rooms in the new CDC are so dang echo-y. I have a plan (later post), but I am concerned that it will not be sufficient in the long-term.
So.
So I obsess. I obsess about acoustic panels and acoustic tile and homemade acoustic tile and I Google acoustic panels on the cheap and I search the free craigslist section for ‘acoustic’ and just get a bunch of guitars. I am mildly freaking out because money is rather tight and I want this issue solved right now for no money. I search for ‘acoustic grant’ and just keep getting that 2008 article about that dumb cafeteria. I see how you can glue cut pieces of wood – or even burnt pieces of wood! – for beautiful acoustic panels and then my ADHD brain goes nuts. So I drink a little whiskey at night so I can sleep, and then when I wake up at 5 I am already thinking about acoustics and money and playgrounds and carts and grants.
Obsessing is hard.
Brad says
Did you try not thinking about it? Ha! I kid.
Deborah says
I think once you have all the furniture and people in there, it will be less echo-y. Right?
Mom says
I agree with Deborah. Try the back burner with it until you get something in the building. There is a good chance it will become less of a problem. Think of all those wood pieces and books eating up the sound.
Lauren's dad says
At the sporting counter, you can buy nice foam ear plugs. Or you could buy some shooting muffs. And, in the winter, you can wear your ear muffs.
Mom says
Would your builder know of any left over acoustic tile? It would be almost as much fun decorating them as it is to draw pictures all over new carpet in the wrapper.