The Light of Day

Free* (just kidding) to good home: creepy soundtrack bit

This weekend, the previously mentioned folks in the local improv group have been working on — or I guess trying to work on — a short film for the 48 Hour Film Project. They had invited me to contribute some creepy music. However, it seems the plans for the storyline, shooting schedule, etc., have been consistently changing for what is now already the majority of the 48 hours. Whether they’ll have something by the deadline is anybody’s guess. And I think the story they initially presented to me might bear so little resemblance to the end product that there won’t be a place in it for this creepy score I came up with:

Well, maybe it’s “stock creepy” instead of “brilliant creepy”, but that’s what I came up with in a few hours yesterday. Personally, I think I’ll need a quick dose of therapy after listening to it the requisite 500 times. Anyway, if not this film, I’m sure it can be recycled somewhere.

* “Free” is just a joke, and in no way constitutes a release into the public domain or any other such tomfoolery. But you’re free to listen to it and re-connect with your inner sociopath.

General updates

Oooh, “general updates” — how’s that for a knock-em-dead title? And once you notice the bold, sparse minimalism of the complete absence of any illustrative picture, by gum, you won’t be able to resist reading through to the end, glued to this post like the guy clinging for dear life to a hard hat affixed to a steel girder by a single drop of Krazy Glue. And therefore I owe you, at the very least, the return favor of making it worth your while.

I don’t know what this blog is about. I’ve tried to not make it a vanity blog, but it kinda sorta is. I mean, besides it being mine, and being about me… and featuring random glamour shots of me in the upper right, if you keep re-loading the page over and over, which I’m sure you do all the time… there’s a way to run a personal blog that isn’t necessarily the high tech equivalent of wearing a t-shirt bearing “HOT STUFF” in a glittery girlyfont. For example, I could keep it focused on a particular project, and actually stick with it from beginning to middle to end. But my working patterns just don’t work that way. It’s more like, beginning to middle to switching to something else to coming back to it a few years later and realizing I did it wrong so beginning again a different way and then getting distracted again and then realizing the second attempt is missing some of the soul and magic of the first attempt so beginning a third project that somehow fuses elements of the first and second and then years later realizing I’ve made a mess and needing to clean it up and simplify it again…

As I’ve mentioned, I’m getting my feet wet on Tracktion 3. I haven’t yet had a chance to use it as much as I want, but so far it seems well worth the upgrade price, if only for some of its new features. (The looping features aren’t that interesting to me; I’m just not a looper.) I took one old old old old old song that I’m too embarrassed to name in public, and did something nice and tidy with its second half, which kind of puts a smile on my face and makes me go, okay, I can leave it at that and call it “definitive”. I used Tracktion’s improved stretching algorithm to bring a sluggish studio recording closer to the tempo it was typically played live. And telling you it was ever “played live” should indicate how incredibly old of a thing I’m talking about.

I’ve recently gone to some improv comedy shows, and it has got my mental wheels a-spinning. I think these are the kind of people I need to recruit for my film project. In fact, I’m pretty certain of it. Beyond that, though, it’s just inspiring to see people push themselves to be as creative as possible, on the spot, in front of an audience, with no pre-planning, no guarantees, no safety net. Just to expand my universe a little, I stayed after for one of their “open jams”, which is more like a series of games and exercises. It was fun, but it was slightly unnerving to be whisked back to 1987 and the realization that I was once again in the midst of theater people…

I want to put a better quality audio player on the site, to make it easier to hear a wider range of my stuff without leaking bandwidth to Chinese bots… and this is pretty important to me… not because I have anything against the Chinese, but because I want to have a lot more music available than I do… but at last check, there are some minor technical problems with my DivShare account, causing me to not be able to do what I want to do the way I want to do it. Hang tight.

Tracktion 3

I write about Tracktion a lot, because it’s affordable, has a cool (dare I say “fun”) interface, and it’s what I use when I’m doing my stuff. So basically, I can’t not be writing about it. But, I’ve been putting off upgrading from 2 to 3. The upgrade doesn’t cost all that much, and since this is something I use all the time, I might as well.

I haven’t had time to really dive into it yet, but just from playing with the demos, one thing I like right off the bat is the “text” plugin. It’s a plugin that doesn’t actually do anything, except that you can write notes to yourself in it. You can insert as many of these in as many relevant places as you need, sort of like leaving 3M stickies all over the project to remind yourself what you were doing. Yes, I’m sure the developers spent a whopping 20 minutes implementing that feature, but still, I think it’s great.

I suppose I will either amend this post or write follow-ups if I discover any other goodies.

Newly unearthed Handywisdoms

By “unearthed”, I mean I’m sifting through notebooks and miscellaneous papers that have accumulated in a small cardboard box in the corner. The wisdoms below were written around the edges of a staff memo, while sitting in an eighth-floor office where I processed auto loans — a data entry job — sometime around May 2003. I’ll even kick things off with an inspirational photo of the sky across my street after yesterday’s thunderstorm, so it’s like those cheezy new-agey feel-good posters — only more verbose and neo-quantum.

Every event has some relationship with every other event in the great family tree of things that happen everywhere.

Everything that happens is a member of a family and can be connected to everything else that happens.

Whenever you move something, you make something.

Every object that you have is a thing that is happening.

Every action you take is an object that exists.

What you’re doing right this second is probably not exactly what you think.

Everything that seems wasteful or irrelevant is actually necessary, but usually for reasons far more complex than you would guess.

All the things that bother you can be looked at in an entirely different way when you really think about how they are connected to everything you care about.

Whether there is a “master purpose” or “ultimate meaning” is irrelevant, because every event and every object is related to any purpose or meaning you could ever choose for yourself.

Funnily enough, I actually kind of believe all this, or at least believe that there are benefits to looking at life this way — and just think, it predates all that “Secret” and “What the Bleep” stuff! As I recall, it actually made me feel better about trudging through auto loan applications that day as well.

Ideas

Here are a few ideas that have been vaguely floating around in my brain:

1. Improvisation club/network - advertise locally, inviting musicians and singers who like to improvise to join a network or mailing list, so we can all call on one another to participate in projects. For me, in particular, to get more recording projects going that start as improvisations, but can then be refined with editing and overdubbing (this is just something I really enjoy).

2. Microfilming - filming things so up close that they are unrecognizable. A children’s version of National Geographic magazine, called World, used to do these, but they were done as a “guess what this is” game rather than an artistic expression, so some of the pictures weren’t as aesthetically pleasing as I’d like to… “shoot for” (pardon the pun).

3. Live sessions - bringing a laptop with partially-complete sessions on it to a gig (making sure there are backup copies on another computer!), and actually recording guitar and vocal tracks in front of an audience. I wouldn’t be able to do multiple takes or punch-ins — without alienating the audience — but if I performed like this more than once, then I could cherry-pick the best bits from each show. Yes, there would be some bleed-through and audience noise on the vocal track, but I can manage with stuff like that. I could also have the software I’m using projected on a screen behind me.

Added 7/23/08:

4. Music theory book - “Music theory for people who hate music theory”. Kind of self-explanatory here.

5. DVD based on the “So You Want…” series - again, self-explanatory.

Vocal session, 7/12/08: Bemoaning Moments

Vocal for “Bemoaning Moments”:

I’ll start embedding higher-quality versions instead when I figure out how. These look so much better when I play the Quicktime right on my computer…

Questions from internetland: amps and mics for lead guitars?

Reader and musician/music enthusiast Jordan Hoek chimes in with a question:

I really like the lead guitars in workers theme, undue strain, and broken wheel. What amp do you use, and what kind of effects do you use? Could you go into more detail in how you record it? Just stuff like, mic positions you generally use, how loud you put the amp, and whatever else.

I almost never use amps or mics for lead guitars! I know it’s sacrilege, but I have a lot of fun simulating amps. There’s such a diverse range of tone you can get with a few effects and adjustments. I’ll tell you one trick that I use a lot, to make it a little more “live” sounding: I use a good deal of compression BEFORE the distortion and/or cabinet simulator. This gives it more sustain and almost feedback-y sound. Also you can have more sustain with less actual distortion this way, and have long, sustained notes without turning the tone of the guitar into a total square wave (i.e. still have some guitarish “character” to it and not need to make it “metal”).

My current chain of effects for lead guitar tracks in Tracktion: multiband compressor set to only compress the midrange, resonance filter (with resonance set to zero) to act like a noise gate with a more interesting roll-off at the end of notes, an equalizer to give a pre-distortion midrange boost (inspired by Brian May), the amp simulator (includes distortion), and finally, subtle touches of chorus and reverb.

For Workers’ Theme, since it’s a remix, the lead guitar was done within the last year or so and I used a special stored combination of effects I have set up within Tracktion. There’s a YouTube video of me playing it, too, and I punched in a short section using slide instead of fingering… and I had a capo on the first fret, because I guess I wanted to be able to occasionally hit open strings, and the music is in F minor.

For the last part of Undue Strain, I actually used my Crate amp (80 or 100 watts, not a huge amp), probably at a medium-ish volume, and an SM57 hanging in front of it. Using an amp is extremely unusual for me! This was about ten years ago. I’ve never been careful about mic placement, so I’m not the person to go to for tips on that; I’m guilty of just putting the mic “somewhere close” and then using EQ to get the tone where I want it.

For Broken Wheel, I was recording on one of those digital portastudios, and used a built in amp simulator, but probably tweaked it a bit. And I think I used one or two foot pedals before the input; I know I at least had a slow phaser on it. Sometimes it’s interesting to put an effect like that before the distortion, because it puts some randomness on which harmonics get emphasized by the distortion. I did takes both with a slide and with regular playing, and made a composite from bits of both. I remember sort of trying to go for a “Momentary Lapse of Reason” sound there, though I don’t know if I pulled it off. ;)

How I simulated amp tone in the mid to late ’90s

Before I had access to good amp simulator effects, I got reasonably passable tones just using an equalizer after the distortion. The main thing you have to do is completely filter out the upper frequencies, anything over 4K or so (so it doesn’t have that “buzzing bee” tone), and scoop out a big chunk in the middle somewhere too, so you’re left with an emphasis somewhere in the higher midrange (anywhere from about 2K to 4K), and then another lower one somewhere. Sort of an “M” shape. Even using a wah-wah pedal left in one position will kind of give you an interesting tone.

Thanks, Jordan, for letting me post your question!

P.S. - in the early 1990s, when I was struggling through my first solo project, I borrowed one of these and used it for most guitar parts.

Guitar overdub: Bemoaning Moments

Whatever question you’re going to ask me about the tie, the answer is “no”.

Gotta record the vocal for this soon, dammit…

Enjoy!

Happy 7/4!

Wow, the internet is dead today. But I guess that’s to be expected, since most of the blogs I read are by Americans, and today is the day we’re all out celebrating our liberation from those silly British folks, what with their nasty teeth and quaint figures of speech.

This is only “pretend sarcasm”, of course, since the American Revolution is one of the historical events that I actually feel happy about (with my relatively limited “just enough to get through school” awareness of history). But it would be funny if we were actually thinking about England at all during this celebration, since they’re the ones that should be liberating themselves from us. We, on the other hand, need to focus on liberating ourselves from something else: oil.

It’s a serious, hard-core, textbook example of addiction. I’ve heard projections of gasoline reaching $7.00/gallon by the end of the year. And what are people going to do? Are they going to actually reduce their driving, or are they going to consider it a necessity to continue to travel the same number of miles regardless of how little sense it makes? Do they understand that this is the equivalent of everyone in the world getting a pay cut?

It isn’t just that individuals can’t afford it — society can’t afford it. Those of you at the top, enjoy your priveleged position while it lasts. When your billion dollar business is suddenly splitting at the seams because your minimum-wage slaves can’t even make it to work anymore, maybe you’ll start to realize this is your problem too. Sure, you’ve got enough stashed away to afford the gas, but unfortunately the truck drivers couldn’t afford to keep hauling it to a station anywhere near you. Have fun with your “money” now. (Even if we get let off relatively easy, my take on it will be cynical; financial analysts have complex mathematical models to determine the optimum number of lives a CEO can ruin without ruining his own.)

We can each try to restore normality for ourselves in the short run by raising our own prices, but everyone else will have the same “solution”, forcing us to raise ours again, escalating the game of “economic chicken”, until we eventually realize that everyone has always been interdependent, and acknowledge that such a short-sighted remedy isn’t a solution at all. We have to smash the needle. We have to go cold turkey.

But how can we have a “wealthy” lifestyle without a car? That’s one of the fundamental, defining symbols of wealth: having a fabulous new car and driving it around everywhere. We’re so blinded by the addiction that we can’t see past this. What’s the point of having more money if we don’t have the wheels to prove it?

I’ve heard that if a frog is tossed into a boiling pot of water, he will jump out and survive; but if he is put into a pot of room-temperature water, and gradually heated to a boiling point, he will stay in it and die. Shame on the experimenters for being such pricks to the frogs, but take heed of the message: if we weren’t already addicted to our cars, and a salesman came along and pitched to us the idea of paying $25,000 for a car, plus another $10,000 in interest, plus $2000 for a warranty, plus $500 to $1000 per year for insurance, plus $40 a year for state registration, plus $20 a year for state inspection, plus any cost of repairs (most of which aren’t covered by the so-called “warranty” — generally $500 for anything important), plus the cost of oil changes and tune-ups every few thousand miles, plus tickets and surcharges for driving too fast or parking in the wrong spot, plus tolls for the expressways, plus quarters for the parking meters… plus, soon, $7.00 for each gallon of gasoline… we would laugh in the salesman’s face and say, “uh, thanks for the ‘offer’, but there’s no fucking way I’m going to bleed money out my ass just to zoom around in some big hunk of metal”. But, because the frog is already in the pot, we’ll take that five-degree temperature increase, and the trickle of blood has somehow become a fountain, and now we’re asking how we wound up on life support.

This isn’t going to go on forever, because some of us are a little smarter than frogs. God bless the early adopters, those of you who make any kind of changes in the right direction, be it tiny cars, hybrid cars, electric cars, hydrogen cars, hypermiling, car-pooling, biking, vacationing at home, moving closer to work, and/or getting a job closer to home. Some people will laugh at you, at first. Then they will copy you. Then they will mark some day on the calendar to remember you, and how you started the ball rolling that got us out of this mess. You, my friends, are the true Americans… even if you’re not American.

Peace and happy 4th!!!

(Ooh, animated GIF… those were the days… of course, if you’re like me, you don’t see it, because your browser rightfully put the animation out of its misery long before you finished reading the post. In that case, you’ll just have to reload the page and boost my Google Analytics stats, I guess.)

Quick note on racism

I just left a YouTube comment that I’d like to repost.

The video was an edit of some short clips from cartoons depicting racial stereotypes, or at least animals where “you can tell what color they’re supposed to be”. Having myself already seen some brow-raising doozies from the 1930s, most of the examples in this one were ridiculously tame, and certainly not hateful (example: the crows in Dumbo). Yet commenters (as usual) managed to run the gamut from “this is horrifyingly offensive” to “I wish all you f***ing n*****s were dead”.

Since I realize that leaving any kind of carefully-constructed comment in the middle of all that is like tossing a baby into a pack of wolves, I’ve decided to preserve a copy of it here for anyone who might actually slow down and think about it.

The problem is that “racism” is such a broadly defined word — covering everything from unconscious stereotyping to organized hatred — that if you look hard enough for it in your own bellybutton you’ll find it there.

If you break it down, hatred is clearly worse and more serious than stereotyping. As long as we don’t hate, we can work out the stereotyping crap.

That’s it. That’s all I wanted to say. Hatred: bad. Stereotyping: not great, but not enemy number one either.

Stop lumping them together, and your opponent’s argument will lose its fuel. Heck, you may even become friends.

(But where’s the fun in that, right?)

Less blogging, more doing.

That’s my excuse.

For now.

See all y’all as soon as the bug hits again!

My problem with “sucks”

A quick rant to a group of people that aren’t reading this anyway:

When you hang out with a group of people, physically or virtually, and you finally realize what it is about the group that bothers you, good luck expressing or resolving it. Maybe it was impossible to understand from your perspective, but I’m completely serious when I say I can’t carry on a conversation with people that use the word “sucks” as often as you. It’s not a language issue, it’s a “way of looking at life” issue. If you’re sitting in a studio, trying to record a guitar part, and you botch up take 7 and say “that sucked”, that’s fine. But if you swing the word “sucks” around like a machine gun to wipe out entire songs, albums, and artists who actually put some effort into their work, without you putting any effort into explaining why, or even having the humility to acknowledge that your opinion is subjective, it only makes your armchair righteousness look all the more pathetic.

In short, if you haven’t tried to cut your own, then none of us give a shit what you think of ours. People who have tried, appreciate what other artists do even at their low points — not in blind worship, but out of respect for the guts it takes to keep going when you’re not sure where you’re going. (Maybe this doesn’t occur to you from the comfort of your computer chair, but there are no blueprints for this stuff, people; anybody who does know where they’re going, isn’t being creative.)

Some of you have very openly admitted (boasted?) that you have no desire to leave any mark on the world beyond the butt-shaped indentation on your couch, because you’re “not going to be here after you die anyway”. The same lot of you is struggling with depression. Have you considered that maybe if you did care about your impact in the world, your time on this planet might be more fulfilling, and, oh, I don’t know, happier?

Here is what I will concede. You and I are in a room. A song is playing. I don’t like the song. You do like the song. Instead of me saying, “you are wrong, the song sucks, you should learn to hate it”, I will admit that I am the one who isn’t appreciating it, and that your experience is genuine, and it’s too bad I’m not “there” with you. I can tell you how I’m perceiving the song, what I associate it with, what bugs, irritates, drives me nuts about it, and what I would do differently if it were my song — but I have no right to imply that you should be ashamed to like it. I will instead acknowledge that the song clashes with the way I see and hear life, I have a weak connection with or relationship to it, and it isn’t a good fit for the wavelength I’m on. (In general, I find that experienced musicians are more likely than naïve musicians or non-musicians to treat other people’s opinions with this kind of respect.)

Here is how 99% of the internet apparently understands subjectivity:

1. Your opinion is subjective.
2. My opinion is objective.

We could go so much farther as a global community of music and art appreciators if more of us had the motivation to grow past that mindset… and by “so much farther”, I mean not stuck in this one stupid pile of mud day in and day out.

Those of you who get what I’m saying, no need to pass the rant itself around; just try to set a good example. Maybe it will rub off on a few people here and there.

My first tera

My first tera…

Hooray!

Pieces parts

Some “blogging music”, maestro:

Thank you, sir. I doubt many of you happen to know the 1998 version of TFBD forwards and backwards, but this is the backing track from Scratched Off, Called Off — or, on earlier versions, Listed Black — right off the old worn-out tape, before I’ve had much of a chance to revitalize it. One recurring regret is that I tended to have “too much fun” with the sequencer back then (circa 1994) — lots of experimenting with ridiculous polyrhythms and other “mathy” ideas, just because I could — often at the expense of the overall aesthetic. In the case of this song, though, I think the arrangement works perfectly. You can clearly hear that there’s space in the sound where the vocals would go. It’s also refreshing to have music that isn’t emotionally overwhelming; it’s just a sonic backbone for a degrading dialogue between three jerks.

The overdubbed instruments on the original tape, i.e. the guitars (and that short REAL CLARINET OMG phrase at 1:16), were all apparently bounced together with the sequenced drums/bass/keys onto a single stereo pair, to open as many tracks as possible for vocal work — so if I’m not totally happy with the guitar tone as it is, tough titties.

Some early observations on the movie project (still in the “scavenger hunt” phase):

1. It doesn’t matter that I can’t see the entire movie in my head at once. All I need to see is the next thing I’m going to do. This much is easy. Each time I do the next thing, I can see a little further in my mind, and keep following where it leads me.

2. While props and costumes accumulate, and parts of the puzzle are coming together, the project is alive. While something sits at one end of the room, untouched for days on end, the eyes stop seeing it, and the project slips into a coma.

3. Visuals don’t hide music or detract from its flaws; they either resonate with it — magnifying and compounding what it already has — or just don’t go with it. If the music is kinda stupid, then the visual has to be kinda stupid. “Music visualization” is somewhat of a misnomer. We can’t see music, so there’s no such thing as one absolute correct visual to go with it. We can, however, see whether or not something fits the music. So while the music can’t dictate the visuals outright — even generative visuals rely on an algorithm that was developed independently of the music that drives it — the music can act as a test for whatever image we present to it. Sometimes just hearing the music helps to tell us, “this image is almost right, but needs to be fluffier/darker/grainer etc.”

4. I’ve long believed visuals could serve as a sweetener, to help some people swallow my more difficult musical pills — or at least as a distraction, so that people might let down their guards and let in some music that falls outside their usual comfort zone in some way. (Notice that people who complain loudly about certain radio stations never seem to mind when the same music appears in the soundtrack of a movie they’re enjoying.) What didn’t occur to me is that I’d be helping myself to experience this old music in a fresh and vital way, just by having a few tangible props to look at while tweaking the mixes.

Investments

Here are a few of the acquisitions that I’ve funded so far with my “stimulus incentive” rebate…

…just so you don’t think I’m spending it frivolously.

No, I’m not going through an “Elton John” phase, but it’s a good guess, and it’s sort of in the right direction…

Thanks to Sassy for the tip regarding ostrich fringe. (That was October? Christ, someone light a fire under my ass, please!)

Subliminal messages are for the birds

I’m not that far from having a refurbed Leave of Absence vol. 1 for all y’all. (Refurbing volume 2 was one of my side projects last year, so I’m sort of working backwards.) I finally resolved a certain gray-area type copyright issue. The new mix of the offending song (Julie) will be missing part of its original vocal, and in its place will be, uh… something kinda weird. The backing track is generic enough to not even be an issue. I’ll probably list the title of the new mix as Julie Minus Julie. I love odd, cryptic titles like that.

Anyway…

Remixing, in and of itself, should never take terribly long. It’s when something crosses the line from “remixing” to “reworking” that we get sucked into a wormhole, and suddenly it’s ten years later.

Fortunately, Friend in the Room (above) was a relatively straightforward hour-or-two remix, starting with the nearly ready-to-go tracks I’d previously copied over from the old Windows 98 computer. I put some essential stuff like EQ on some tracks, and cut out some hiss between lines on the vocal track. Interestingly, all these years later, I’m hearing not just hiss on that track, but also a bird chirping loudly in the background. It’s likely that I had my window open while recording it, but I don’t remember hearing it while making the original mix. I considered that it might have been a squeaky reel of tape being picked up by the mic, since I was always in the same room with the Fostex, but it sounds too distinctively bird-like. You might be able to hear a bit of it in the middle verse (listen at the end of the line “I never could say”, and the next few lines following it).

If I’d already known it was on there, I wouldn’t think it was any big deal. It’s the fact that the bird planted his easter egg in my song and I didn’t even discover it until a decade later — that’s what impresses me.

Anyway, having both volumes of Leave of Absence in nice, tidy, finalized (for now) form will put a nice, big, guidepost-y dent in my mission to sort out my entire back catalog and make it all available in one convenient online musicfolio. (This will be my new word for “discography”, since it really has nothing to do with discs. I may also start using “collection” in lieu of “album”, but we’ll see about that one.)

Clever ending. Blah blah blah.

R.I.P. Emily Junior

It’s never fun to lose a fuzzy buddy.

She just couldn’t make it through another surgery. Think a happy thought for her the next time you eat noodles. She loved them noodles.

String binding

After a quick Googling of “keep guitar in tune”, it seems like there are too many incomplete answers out there, so I’d like to address a specific case of the problem that I’ve put up with for years.

If the guitar’s intonation is basically decent overall, and the strings have already been stretched, but a.) strings shift flat immediately after bending, and b.) strings shift sharp immediately after pushing down the tremolo bar, this is a problem called “string binding”. It means there’s just enough friction in the grooves of the nut to prevent the tension from completely evening out on either side of it. When you bend, a tiny bit of string slides away from the headstock towards the body and “sticks” there. The reverse is true for a whammy dive. It’s not subtle; in fact, it can make the guitar outright unplayable unless you just strum chords and stop trying to play rock star.

For those of us who want to play rock star, Sound On Sound has a great little paragraph tucked away in an obscure article from a zillion years ago. Scroll down to “NON-STICK GUITAR NUT”. Key points: 1.) It’s not supposed to stick. (I actually wasn’t sure if it was supposed to “not stick” or “stick better”, but the former seems more logical, since we do actually have to turn the tuning pegs now and then.) 2.) People with graphite nuts are lucky. And last but not least, 3.) you can lubricate your nut — on your guitar, gutterbrain — by “placing a single layer of plumber’s PTFE tape over the nut before you fit your next set of strings”.

(You can of course trim the tape if you’re vain and superficial.)

To all the people out there who list “strings being too old” as a cause of bad intonation, what universe are you living in? Strings may lose a lot of their timbral majesty when they get old, but in my experience they don’t become harder to keep in tune. Maybe it’s harder to hear if they’re in tune or not because they have such a dull sound?

Homegrown spectral analyzer

I whipped this spectral analyzer up this weekend. Unfortunately, like everything else coded in Handyland, it doesn’t run in realtime; it has to be rendered as a movie first and then re-synced to the music. I think it’s fun to sit and watch when it’s done, though. Sometimes, if you look hard enough (or sniff enough glue), you can see which peaks correspond to which sounds.

The featured instrumental here is Kid in a Candy Store, from Leave of Absence vol. 1, currently close to being ready for reissue. It was created by slapping a backwards orchestra track onto a drum track, relishing in the serendipity, and then coming up with bass, guitar, and piano bits that would glue it together a little more. This is the music I want playing when the aliens come to pick me up.

Maybe a graphic as simple as this, in combination with lyrics and/or factoids, would lend itself to my earlier idea of using YouTube as an audio player. My only gripe is that I would have to use a workaround if I want the music to be in stereo — at least until YouTube realizes it’s not 1950 anymore.

Three coats… or actually one coat with three coats…

Like Chevy Chase says just before jumping in the pool, “this is crazy, this is crazy, this is crazy.”

One great thing about life at the Village Gate is that you can walk out to the parking lot with an old jacket, and stand there spray-painting it silver, and no one bats an eyelash. This, my friends, isn’t just a jacket from the Salvation Army with three cans’ worth of silver spray paint on it. This is a MISSION.

Again, I ask… why aren’t you doing this?