Friday morning my right hand was hurting from ten hours of working in the studio with a regular computer mouse. I wasn’t editing, just separating all of the songs and putting each of them into their own template. I did end up doing a little overdub in the afternoon… adding a few Flamenco powerchords (((on the DeVoe Blanca))) to the last chorus of one still unnamed song. (((They are not real powerchords because I am using more than two notes, but I am playing it in the same way)))
I like the way the chords are framing the trio, as they are panned fairly hard left and right (((-80 and +80))). Well, Flamenco guitar powerchords are so different from electric guitar powerchords… they are gentle, almost tongue-in-cheek, maybe they are grown-up powerchords. :-) Whatever it is, this music makes me smile.
I did a mix of the whole song and cranked it in the kitchen while cooking dinner, on infinite repeat. Glad nobody could see me dancing and playing air-guitar!!
are we lost
when we gaze at the moon
or lovers eyes
or are we lost
when we hustle to fill a quota
or run after the bus
I wrote, and we recorded, a piece of music that combines two different movements. The tempo is the same throughout, but in the first and third section I play mostly eighth note triplets, which gives the music orgency and drive, and in the second and last section I switch to quarter notes, which makes the music appear to float, especially in contrast to the other part. When I wrote the music I thought about time, and while we measure time as a steady movement that extends from the past to the future, time FEELS different to us, depending on the circumstances. Time seems to hover or float when we gaze at the moon, or lover’s eyes. Time seems to stop when we are waiting for someone or something. Time seems to fly when we are doing on something that commands all of our attention or when we are rushing about running errands or working. On one hand there is time as we measure and display it and on the other hand there is time as we feel it. I think the title of the song will be Moon Gazing.
The words I wrote at the beginning, reminded me of the famous dream by Zhuangzi. I discovered him through this book, translated beautifully by Burton Watson, about 25 years ago.
Chuang Tzu: The Next Voice
Once I, Chuang Tzu, dreamed I was a butterfly and was happy as a butterfly. I was conscious that I was quite pleased with myself, but I did not know that I was Tzu. Suddenly I awoke, and there was I, visibly Tzu. I do not know whether it was Tzu dreaming that he was a butterfly or the butterfly dreaming that he was Tzu. Between Tzu and the butterfly there must be some distinction. [But one may be the other.] This is called the transformation of things.
Here is a different translation, by Burt Watson:
Zhuangzi – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Once Zhuangzi dreamt he was a butterfly, a butterfly flitting and fluttering around, happy with himself and doing as he pleased. He didn’t know he was Zhuangzi. Suddenly he woke up and there he was, solid and unmistakable Zhuangzi. But he didn’t know if he was Zhuangzi who had dreamt he was a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming he was Zhuangzi. Between Zhuangzi and a butterfly there must be some distinction! This is called the Transformation of Things.
You can find more about that dream, the most celebrated dream ever to be recorded in the history of Chinese Philosophy, here.
The Man Who Was Allergic to Radio Waves | Popular Science
Segerbäck suffers from electro-hypersensitivity (EHS), which means he has severe physical reactions to the electromagnetic radiation produced by common consumer technologies, such as computers, televisions and cellphones. Symptoms range from burning or tingling sensations on the skin to dizziness, nausea, headaches, sleep disturbance and memory loss. In extreme cases like Segerbäck’s, breathing problems, heart palpitations and loss of consciousness can result.
A cellphone has to be in use — either making or receiving a call, or searching for a signal, when radiation levels are highest — for it to have this kind of effect on Segerbäck. Phones that are on but neither sending nor receiving usually don’t produce enough radiation to be noticeable. But it’s not the sound of the phone that sets him off. Once, while on a sailboat with friends, he recalls, he was on the front deck when, unknown to him, someone made a call belowdecks. Headache, nausea, unconsciousness. When Segerbäck is within range of an active cellphone (safe distances vary because different makes and models produce different radiation levels), he experiences the feeling that there is “not enough room in my skull for my brain.”
Nerve Attenuation Syndrome (NAS) is a fictional disease in the film, which is not present in the short story. NAS, also called “the black shakes”, is caused by an overexposure to electromagnetic radiation from omnipresent technological devices, and is presented as a raging epidemic affecting the world in the future. The plot of the film revolves around the one pharmaceutical corporation that has found a cure but chooses to withhold it from the public in favor of a more lucrative treatment program.
Here is a short video that shows a bit more about the 9H capsule hotel in Kyoto. Personally, I would rather sleep in a clean, albeit small capsule, than a dingy, smelly, dirty, large hotel room, especially if I am just spending the night in transit.
9 hours [Monocle]
The 9 Hours is the brand new capsule hotel unveiled in December 2009 by Tokyo-based Cubic Corp. Designed in a collaboration with designer Fumie Shibata of Design Studio S, it looks nothing like its predecessors and represents a revolution in the capsule concept. Gabriel Leigh visits the hotel to see what’s different.