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 […]
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 […]
found, unsought
…in which… Serendipity. A word learned from my father on a—very rare!—fishing expedition in a rented boat. On a more typical Saturday, we’d be flying in a rented Cessna 150 somewhere over the Miami-Whitewater Forest in southwestern Ohio, or waiting around on the ground, or just hanging with the neighbors. But once in a while, […]
something to this blue light business?
…in which we find the wee hours passing faster. I frequently find myself lying awake at night. There are probably many reasons for this, but activities undertaken before bedtime have been getting a lot of negative press recently. So now, along with the usual worries, vague premonitions, and insoluble puzzles that interfere with my sleep […]
