O|D ER-301 Arrival

ER-301 packaging from Orthogonal Devices

Back on October 31st on the way to dinner I panic bought a new sampler due to the hype around it I was reading about. Brian Clarkson of Orthogonal Devices over in Tokyo, Japan had built up a reputation of being a quality engineer who put an incredible amount of work into his first offering, the ER-101 and ER-102 sequencer combo. Something clicked as we were driving and so on my phone out in the middle of the desert on the way to Cave Creek I made my first large purchase of Eurorack modular gear over the phone on an impulse. The confirmation of my order took another week for Brian to get to and then a few more weeks would pass before at the end of November I received a shipping notification. A week after that and my ER-301 Sound Computer arrived in this beautiful wood box with a sliding top panel.

While I thought I was buying a sampler as that was the feature I was most focused on, it was in reality a sound computer in that not only could I record and play samples, I could also create full synth voices in this device. At $875 it easily qualified as the most expensive bit of gear besides my cases that I’ve purchased so far and it’s seriously well worth the investment. The firmware is pretty rough at this early stage, but Brian gave warning that this was better suited to the enthusiast who could be patient rather than the person who wanted instant results. It’s fun to be along for the ride.

Sahba Motallebi at The MIM

Sahba Motallebi at the Musical Instrument Museum in Phoenix, Arizona

This is our last concert of the year and the first time we are seeing Sahba Motallebi. She is a member of the Iranian National Orchestra and is a renowned virtuoso Tar player. Tonight’s performance is once again at the Musical Instrument Museum in north Phoenix and we were some of the lucky few that had this opportunity to witness such a marvelous artist practicing her craft.

Oregon – Day 10

Control Voltage in Portland, Oregon

There are barely a dozen of these types of shops on Earth: places that carry a wide offering of Eurorack synthesizer modules. This one in Portland, Oregon, called Control Voltage, is one of seven on the West Coast that I know of. There’s also one in Detroit, New York City, and Berlin which covers all the major players and a couple of the minors ones, too. Unfortunately, none of them carry everything available as many modules are made in limited runs, and some units never even make it to retail as manufacturing operations can be so small that the creator only sells their modules directly to end-users. To be frank, I find most of the shops to be difficult places to visit, not only because I want to buy everything, but mainly because I’m not a regular, I’m not in their target age group, and maybe because as fellow artists, they too are awkward. If you are persistent and go in with specific questions while not being too shy, most of the time, the people in these shops are full of a vast body of knowledge after you get past the heavy hipster vibes.

What Caroline was doing while I was making my pilgrimage is beyond my recollection, as this temple requires my full attention. From here, we returned to the airport for our flight back to Phoenix in time for dinner.

While waiting on our flight, I took time to write the following, which closes out my writing exercise for this adventure:

The Fibers of Creativity:

You discover a clump of long animal hair or crimped strands of fiber but it will require a leap genius to get to the point where you can create clothing from it. Because learning is inherent in what humans do, we rarely, if ever, recognize the incredible leaps of intellect at work on a day-to-day basis as we go about our lives of constant discovery. Once the process has begun in our first months of life and without our explicit awareness that it is happening, we are being programmed by those around us to pick up fragments of information that are going to be brought together in the tapestry that will form our character and help shape our future.

This process is similar to the discovery of that strand of hair I just spoke of. Without another hair and another and so on, we will never accumulate enough of them to begin the process of spinning them together in the fundamental building block that will create a piece of yarn. Only after many steps will we finally be able to start weaving together our yarn to create cloth, rugs, blankets, or any of the many other things we can use to help us survive our exposure to the elements.

Knowledge of a process such as those found in the fiber arts extends to all things in life. But what happens when we are lazy and don’t continue adding to our fabric? We outgrow our clothes, they wear out, and ultimately, they will fall back to dust and no longer serve us. What happens when we no longer tend to the accumulation of knowledge? We outgrow our immature thoughts; they no longer fit with those around us, and they will ultimately fail us as we humans are always moving forward with the demands of work and play that require ever-greater skills that can only be achieved by constant learning.

Out of the tapestry, a picture begins to emerge, but what if the tapestry never grows beyond a few inches, or as it gets older, it frays, and its image can no longer be clearly seen? This is the perfect metaphor for our own knowledge. It doesn’t matter what we add next, as it is the randomness of impressions that leave traces and etch strong memories that will forever shape the person we are becoming. So why should this ever stop? Essentially, it probably never really does, although people can put themselves on a personal treadmill of repetition and habit that effectively stops the incoming world from offering more from its cornucopia of never-ending knowledge.

So, I would like to suggest that it is a personal imperative that all of us understand our place in the weaving of our own stories. If you’ve been laying down too much nondescript beige in your cloth for the past years, it’s time to break out the lime green and fluorescent orange. This will require you to learn and do something new and out of your ordinary. Stop reinforcing negative attitudes by repeating that you don’t like something you may have never tried or experienced a decade or more before. Stop listening to the same music just because it makes you feel nostalgic for a time you believe was better; it probably was because you were still hungry for new experiences.

Do something you thought you’d never do, go somewhere you can’t believe you are making the effort to go to, and read up on a subject in-depth that you thought you had no interest in. I’m always meeting people in Arizona who’ve lived in Phoenix for 20 years and have never been to the Grand Canyon: go. Don’t know what to read? Try Swerve, Salt, Horseshoe Crabs and Velvet Worms, or Moby Dick – it’s long but is way better the older we get! Maybe it’s time to eat some haggis, heart, turnips, raw fish, curry, or whatever food items you’ve been afraid of or convinced yourself you don’t and will never like. Stop whining about this or that music giving you a headache; listen intently a few times to some classic examples of what others have considered the greatest hits of a genre. You may have to try any of the above a few times; they say that anything can be brought in to be enjoyed if we only give a chance a few times.

Give your mind a chance. Understand that you are a learning machine that is constantly adding to your own tapestry. Keep on weaving your personal story; it should be as long as your life.

Oregon – Day 9

Cannon Beach, Oregon

Another perfect day at Cannon Beach. What do you think because it rained for the majority of the day, it was less than perfect yesterday? Every day and every time we’ve been up on this coast has been a unique experience with memorable moments that would not be traded with being somewhere else or having different weather. We’ve loved this place when it’s cold and windy, drizzling and gray, or warm and sunny. Maybe the fact that we are together next to the water is enough to make everything perfect.

Cannon Beach, Oregon

The patterns of black streaks in the sand and the indentation due to the way water flows around this stump are enough to stop us and have us admire the work of the ocean and light. I also took a photo of a dead sea lion with about a third of its skin missing, a bunch of flesh gone from its face including its eyes, and some white bones protruding from the rotting rear flipper. I’m guessing for most readers, the description was gross enough, and you might be wondering why I took a photo. Because I wanted to get the image so I could study what was there before the smell attacked my nose…and who doesn’t think dead things aren’t interesting?

Cannon Beach, Oregon

That’s Haystack Rock, and while it’s just a giant rock offshore, it helps make this place look even cooler.

Cannon Beach, Oregon

The silvers and blues of this monochromatic ocean and overcast sky create a drama and mood befitting the late fall day on the Oregon coast, where wool is more appropriate than the nylon of a bikini. If hot tea, coffee, or hot chocolate come to mind, and maybe a hot bowl of chowder between walking along the surf sounds good to you, then the Pacific Ocean here in Oregon might be the place for you; it certainly works for us.

Cannon Beach, Oregon

Because it’s just that beautiful. Notice our footprints in the sand? They were the only ones out here this far south on Cannon Beach.

Cannon Beach, Oregon

The weather and the lighting can change dramatically and quickly here during the fall into winter, but what doesn’t change is our feeling for these kinds of landscapes. I shouldn’t forget to mention the incredible sound of the surf rushing in and being dragged right back out.

John Wise and Caroline Wise on Cannon Beach in Oregon

Three layers are all it took to stay comfortable, well that and Caroline stealing my beanie. Good thing I effectively have a chin beanie that keeps the lower half of my face warm. This was our last day out on the coast, and soon after I snapped this photo, we were back on the road to Portland to stay the night. We’d wake early so I could make a special visit to a special place, more about that tomorrow.