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By Hiya Swanhuyser

Published on November 06, 2007 at 4:20am

A musician friend recently confessed his true dream: to be a foley artist on an old-fashioned live radio show. You know, with sheet metal to rattle for thunder, and shoes to drop for walking. Considering the vintage of the genre, he'd also get some sort of bell contraption for the sound of a telephone ringing. If he were really lucky, maybe he'd even be presented with the holy grail of noise engineering: the need to simulate a creaky screen door slam. At Transistor Radio Theater's performance of Too Late for Tears, someone does just that. As a company of actors voices the noir thriller's script, and between genuine prerecorded advertisements from long ago, a foley artist sits in onstage. The whole thing is broadcast on 88.9 FM, Neighborhood Public Radio, so even if you can't be part of the live studio audience, you can enjoy the revival of a nearly lost art form.
Sun., Nov. 11, 8 p.m., 2007