Another amazing performance at the Musical Instrument Museum, tonight’s musicians were Sahba Motallebi and Naghmeh Farahmand. Sahba is considered one the best Tar players and although she now lives in Los Angeles she was originally from Sari, Iran where she learned and perfected her craft. My daughter Jessica who arrived yesterday afternoon was able to join us with me even able to find her a seat in our row. Like all concerts at the MIM with a focus on world music, this was only attended by maybe 180 visitors (in a 299 seat venue). My lament about attendance is that without enough support from our Phoenix and Scottsdale communities we will not be so fortunate in the future to catch these amazing performances that offer us such an intimate peek into other cultures.
On The Phone – NOT!
Saturday and Sunday mornings we go for breakfast at the Wagon Yard Saloon. Most times we sit at our favorite table, but it was taken, so was our second favorite table. So we wandered around to the side of the saloon we’d never visited….where the pool tables live and this old defunct payphone. This relic has seen better days just as many of us in this joint have too. At the bar this morning are the usuals having their mix of bloody marys, beers, rum, and cokes for the shameless and then there’s Caroline and me who are here because our previous “old favorite” disappointed us once too many times. We’d seen the price posted on the giant sign for this landmark telling us of breakfast for a few bucks. Sure enough, it’s a reasonable meal and the two of us get out of here for under $12, not including tip. We no longer have to put our orders in as the staff knows we’ll get the same thing as always. Anyway, out back by the pool tables, it felt like we were in a different restaurant, but it was this old coin-operated payphone with the US West logo still on it that captured our nostalgia. I kind of wish this phone worked so I could call myself and leave a voicemail and wait for that voice to come along and remind me to deposit the next quarter or my call will be ended.
Old Friends New Worlds – TimefireVR
Had some visitors by the offices of TimefireVR today, former staffers Adriana and Kyle. I had recently run into Adriana while I was out shopping and said hello after not seeing her for eight months since we experienced a total layoff of staff back in July. Slowly, the company was restaffed and, for a while, was in other people’s hands, but in January, it found its way back to the original shareholders.
Adriana’s other half is Kyle, who also worked for us last year and was one of the casualties. Behind him, also in VR, is Jason, who was kept on through all the chaos, and Stephanie, on the left, recently came back on for some contract art and is staying with us part-time. It was great seeing these two, but at the same time, it’s still rough as the emotional toll of last summer has lingering effects.
Piston Honda MKIII
Well, it has been three weeks since I first got this Eurorack module that will be known as the Piston Honda MKIII. Scott Jaeger the founder of Industrial Music Electronics is its inventor and mad scientist that is currently programming this beast. Tonight I’m testing note tracking by voltage, a built-in tuner, and then I thought to self-patch this thing in every way I could think of. So far today I’ve installed four firmware updates bringing the total to 40 different versions. My “job” is to test for bugs but Scott also gets an inordinate amount of feedback on the interface and how the user might be confused by particular modes or methods that were initially experimented with. Throughout this process, I’m watching the evolution of a brilliant yet extremely rough module come into a smooth maturity that is creeping ever closer to perfection. Trivia; today was the day that Scott introduced oscillator tone variations called Orthodox, Degenerate, Problematic, and Pathological.
I read a lot of negative stuff and listen to far more about how bad Facebook is. It may have its flaws and experience growing pains that verge into areas of behavior that could be questionable, but I hope these blemishes are repairable. Social media is evolving and is the first platform of its kind to connect so many people in the largest gathering ever. To me, it’s a kind of Woodstock, and the information fills in for the bands. Earlier today, I wrote the following on someone else’s post:
“What makes Facebook valuable to me is the diversity of people who have congregated in a single location; it is up to the individual to choose who to hang out with and what qualities of people meet their needs. Is this really so different than the real world?
For example, I go to a nightclub where 300 potential friends are also at. Statistically, some of those people are going to jail; others will go home to abuse a spouse; there are radicals to the left and right; some have crap diets, limited intelligence, or are poor dancers. I DON’T friend them all. I have to filter them, and if it’s the only club in town, then I can either bitch about what I have, move to the village that doesn’t have a club, or open my own.
Facebook is what we make of it. I’ve not friended 1.5 billion members; it’s only 180 people. Then I rub shoulders with maybe 500 others in places like Synth and Eurorack forums on Facebook. Occasionally, I bump into someone, and I think, “Yeah, this person might be interesting,” and so I join a conversation.”
Why does this have to be so difficult and rife with drama? Could it be because we are missing something in our own lives and need to blame anything else instead of taking responsibility for our own decisions to eat all the junk food, be it social or edible, that is within our grasp?
Time To Go
On May 12, 2007, while driving south on the Atlantic Highway between Belfast and Camden, Maine, we found this license plate. For some reason, we dragged it back to Arizona and for the past 11 years, it has sat on a bookshelf gathering dust. Today it is finally heading to the landfill, but it couldn’t have traveled 2,830 miles west and hung out for over 10 years without it being put to use for something so here it is going up on my blog. Maybe someday someone will reach out and let us know that we found their license plate way back when.