A natural sound laces the corners and creases of the places where students gatherLife itself is the embodiment of all that is possible, with a soundtrack included. To the PCC student wandering aimlessly down their path of future endeavors, that soundtrack represents a medley of accumulated cultures and vast differences in interests. It is every mood, every emotion, and every style compounded into one ornate and intricately eclectic atmosphere; and we all share it.
To those graced with working auditory systems, no sound is cancelable, no noise unheard by those in distance of its sound waves; a shattered window, a raucous crowd, a lonesome preacher of some lost and forgotten cause, all within earshot come together to create a symphony of their own.
“The marching band practices on the football field, so that area has that Motown feel. A lot of percussion and popular band tunes,” opened Evan Hauser. Hauser, music major, sits in the K building as his friend Patrick O’Connor picks away at his electric guitar.
“The K building has that jazz sound. A lot of jazz gets played here. Its one of the main genres offered,” replied O’Connor.
As one ventures outside of the K building, the sound begins to transform. A flowing stream runs parallel to the Greek styled Jameson amphitheater where an iron horse stands fixated on nothing in particular. The sound here is less constructed than in the K building. Here the addition of brass has been excluded, replaced by a more acoustic sound. The stream putters along to a classical tempo until a little past the C building.
“This is the area of world music, where all the jam sessions happen, and all the hippies chill,” said Amin Marcano.
Marcano sits in front of the E building, where multiple divisions of academia commingle. Here can be found the photographer, the writer, the ecologist, and the economist all hearing the same. Here can be found the jam.
“Yeah the east side of the pond is definitely where all the hippies hang out. More of that jam music acoustic stuff. over here [the west side of the pond] we’re oftentimes doing something called the ‘Schism.’ Sometimes with a beat, or acapella, we just take turns flowing. This is the hip-hop section,” said PCC student Alex Stamatis.
On the west end of campus sits the W building. Its halls echo with dance numbers of countless perspiring students. The tapping of feet and the shaking of limbs carry throughout the building continuing until they are met with the sounds of cold hard construction in the works.
From the top of the R building the sounds of metal hitting metal can be heard as construction workers bang out the earthliest of crunk beats.
“It all meets here, in the quad. The mixture of all the different kinds of sounds, its everything here,” said 18-year-old music major Michael Soto.
Soto hears what every PCC student can hear daily, the collision of experience and the melding of perspective. Born into his own skin, he hears on his own, but he cannot escape these shared sounds: The PCC soundtrack.
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