craigb
Late last night I played black noise on my stereo at full blast. Drove the mime next door crazy!
Good thing that Marcel Marceau is dead ... he would have made mince meat out of you! When we met him, he always talked that his hands were about describing the set, and his face were the words. But even for him, he would state time and again, that it was hard to explain because it changed all the time, every night, and a new thought or idea would take over.
He would have made your black noise turn into white noise ... just for you!