7:31 p.m. - 2005-10-13
Loony Larry's Ladder Lair
Haven't blogged in a while. Really should blog something, otherwise will lose blogging momentum. Uneventful life, what to blog about?
Think, man, think.
Right. Okay.
Yeah, so Kia and I TOTALLY bought a ladder yesterday. Not that we didn't have a ladder before. We're not SUCH big squares, you know. The thing about our old ladder that came with the house is, it's about three hundred years old and it's wood. Don't fuck with a wooden extension ladder. There's no way you'll win. On the other hand, there's this space-age new material that's lightweight, durable, attractive: in a word, MAGIC. It's called aluminium, and is apparently used extensively in the areoneuautical industry. That's how these new-fangled areoplane machines acheive such dizzying heights, with durable and lightweight aluminium.
And guess what? They make LADDERS out of it. EXTENSION ladders! Ours, fully extended, can soar a lofty 3/65th hectare, or twenty-four feet, into the gravisphere. Provided it's propped up on something (finally, a use for our house!). And so, though I lack the training of our sky-bound aeroeunauts, verily do I comb heights of my own. All thanks to sweet, sweet metal.
Also, I've been sporadically mixing my solo stuff with Jack, who's really good and fast and has good ears and notices stuff that I don't. A couple of things are me multi-tracked with drums, theremin, vibes, and keyboards. The theremin and vibes together present the interesting sonic problem, due their purity of tone (sine waves, very mid-rangey) of constantly threatening to cancel each other out, so that balancing and equing have to be done meticulously. Also, it's weird hearing yourself play three or more instruments at the same time. I was probably thinking something or other when I recorded each track, but now I don't remember what, which is probably for the better since it will help me listen and evaluate it objectively. It's a little befuddling, but it's a happy befuddlement, reminding me of the tendency music has to outlive and often transcend the circumstances of its making. What besides music is so fragile yet permanent?
ALUMINIUM, that's what! Later for this blogging shit, I've got skies to scrape! So long, earth-bound suckers!
NEXT: Yid Vicious plays for the little ones. Oh, the little ones.
