my T Rex dreams
…in which our our grasp exceeds our natural reach. In our last installment, my quarry escaped because my arms were too short. Thanks to safety railings and other impediments placed to ensure public well-being by well-meaning civil engineers, the objects of our auditory desire are often out of reach. The long—and short—of it is we […]
Bay Bridge Assay 1
2015-11-05: Bay Bridge Assay 1, our first visit to the new span with mic and camera. My friend Martin and I conducted wikiGong’s first recording of the new eastern span of the San Francisco–Oakland Bay Bridge in November 2015. I’d wondered about the Bay Bridge for a while: after the Golden Gate, it seemed like […]
formal occasions
…in which we contemplate the circumstances calling for neckties. I nearly never sit down to write a poem about “crossing over.” It was more on my mind over a decade ago, when I still smoked, but even then it wasn’t something I felt I needed to express. That’s come and gone over the years—the urge […]
blown away
…in which I try out the “Ultimate 545.” “Vintage” is an odd adjective, no longer just the year of a wine pressing, but the quality of an old thing, purported by age to be somehow valuable. This value inheres typically to things organic, be they edible or playable. Vintage musical instruments are much sought-after, and […]
ad astra per aspera
…in which we visit the rockets of Huntsville. I had a business trip come up this week and found myself in Huntsville, Alabama ahead of schedule. Actually, I was on schedule according to the original itinerary but, as reality took over, plans changed and our party ended up with a couple of hours on our […]
Big Data, Brother
Can’t shake the feeling…. Yesterday, I attended a conference up in San Mateo entitled “Data Alchemy—Emerging Trends of Predictive Analytics for Business Leaders.” On almost any given day, the Bay Area has one or more such events going on: seminars, conferences, and workshops—both paid and free to attend—where ambitious small companies strut their inventions, services, […]
collectors’ items
…in which I contemplate broken dolls and the sequencer of my dreams. I had the joy of a delayed childhood with regard to electronic music, which I discovered as a real thing sometime around 1985. I had no protracted formal music education nor did I dive into the mean street scene of late 1970’s New […]
dear diary
…in which our reach once again exceeds our patience. This is a preview. What was intended as a single—and already way overdue—blog post up and got too long. I’ve managed some sound and song postings since October—all elsewhere, naturally—but day-to-day life has seemed a series of nested interruptions. By now the list of topics I’ve […]
a blood moon
…in which a lunatic project comes to fruition. My current working method does not lend itself to any industrial definition of “quality”: I don’t seem to be able to do anything twice. But I do sometimes manage to compose a durable artifact from otherwise ephemeral sources. Blood Moon for Bankers is one of those pieces […]
new panda
…in which we add to the menagerie. With the annual Long Beach extravaganza behind us, I decided to rest up with a little synth recording project…which turned into a voice recording project. Blood Moon for Bankers is now into its second project week—because time expands, blah, blah, and, well, lyrics are hard—and it all adds […]
