Imagination fixated upon whether a machine can have a soul. Enhance. The Maschinenmensch in Metropolis, Rachel in Bladerunner, Data in Star Trek, Caprica Six in Battlestar Galactica, Delores in Westworld, Agent K in Bladrunner, and Roland TR-808 in practically every cool electronic beat since 1980… Manufactured from components, programmed, sequenced, predictable, yet so creative and versatile, it’s hard to think of it as just a toaster. The 808, analog drum machine and rhythm composer, did not set out to sound like a real drum kit. It was originally intended to serve as a handy, artificial accompaniment for when the human drummer was indisposed. The sounds it produces are unmistakably fake from an array of hardware electronic sine-wave circuits, as opposed to digitally recorded samples. Seeing a recent documentary about 808 beats made me realize how the sounds completely pervade the spectrum of my musics. Rare, collectible and pricey, you can play with it here for free. The creators didn’t envision all that could be done with it, its sub-bass and crickety cymbal sounds are ubiquitous. Dare I suggest, it has a life of its own. For example: Continue reading
Category Archives: Obviously 80’s
CSRA Adventure
I imagined Athens, Georgia as exotic and magical when I was a kid. Wherever the B-52’s and R.E.M. were from must be another dimension where the rules are upside down. (Before a certain point in time) the B-52’s were plunky punk rockers and R.E.M. were consummate jangly bohemians. I know their legacy now is they were corny and pretentious, but I cope by filtering them out past the 80’s. I’ve always kept a thought in the back of my mind that it would be an adventure to see Athens for myself, find some traces of the old music scene, and test whether the laws of physics are all the same there. Wouldn’t you know it I got the chance for an extended visit to the area the last few months, to the CSRA, and I made a trip (figuratively down the Atlanta Highway) to the heart of Georgia. Yep, Athens is in fact a trendy college town that adores bulldogs. Continue reading
Feline Longevity
Falling in love with an adorable kitten we are amused until it soon grows to be an adolescent nuisance. Likewise, there are bands that, in their time decades ago, seemed relevant and were briefly the focus of universal attention. They may have been genuinely talented and creative, but their moment passed and the adoration moved on to another infatuation. I’ll come up with a few examples in a minute, but I want to continue the idea of the living, furry creature with a full lifespan. Long, long after we may have forgotten about the kitten and moved on, the maturing feline continues making a living being a cat. Continue reading
Wake Up and Salute
This last weekend I woke up 25 years in the past. I was a Mormon missionary in Northern Germany and I tripped into some kind of sinkhole wondering what the fuck I was doing selling complete strangers on a megalomaniac modern-day messiah. I was breaking the mission rules by indulging in a contraband CD player, hanging out at record stores, and feeling like a lie. As a missionary there were rules of morality to which I was obliged to adhere, such as zero personal music, especially not popular wordly music. I came onto the missionary scene with a great deal of my own favorite indulgences already, and music proved to tip the balance for me off of righteousness and god. Small g. Continue reading
Mixtape
I don’t know whether to feel ashamed or rightly validated as I’m reading “How Music Works.” I do feel an affinity with the broad spectrum of experiencing music laid out so coherently and authoritatively by David Byrne, and every few pages I thump myself on the head bearing witness I was just thinking the same things. Honestly I’ve come across many of the same ideas, but David has developed them so eloquently and has so squarely nailed it that I will probably have to include citations to his works as primary sources instead of claiming them as my own. Better yet I can at least feel like I’m aligned some good ideas and that someone out there enjoys the depth of music like me.
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