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Third panel magic! (a photobooth update)

July 20, 2010

In case you missed it, I like photobooths! I’ve been collecting them for a long time– here’s another update on my latest favorite strips. I apologize for the image quality, though. My scanner is broken, so I’m attempting to use a camera instead. Anyways, this first set is great, so many fun things happening.

I dig the couple in the first strip. He’s so squinty! They manage a kiss in the third panel, and move on to making goofy faces. Fun folks. I have a theory that the third panel is where the magic happens, btw. The first picture bewilders many people and the second sets their sense of timing, but unless they’re experienced photoboothers, they don’t get it down pat until the third panel. Plus, you’re over the hump– it’s time to do something crazy before it all ends. Check out the third panel of strip two: he’s hilarious! Even Mr. Creepy Woodsman catches the bug in the third panel; what a transition from panel two, where he looks like he’s trying to burn down the photobooth with his eyes. Clearly the last couple’s third panel magic broke the booth. I’d cheer, but who likes a broken photobooth?

This is the “naughty” group. I’m not pointing any fingers, but the various shocked looks are a sure tell. What’s happening between frames?!

Here’s another photobooth phenomenon– the white girl gang sign. I’m definitely not the first person to notice this, but I might be a pioneer into researching the photobooth-related subgroup of this particular dataset. Clearly, I am gunning for a Nobel. In my acceptance speech, I plan to thank this guy, and this other guy, and to include this team of researchers as well. I may also take a moment to address those pictured in the photographs. Here is a quote from my rough draft– “HEY STUPID, YOU’RE NOT IN A GANG!”

What’s black and white and has 11 tongues? This photo set! (Hey, this joke killed at the Copa.)

This set is kind of a smorgasbord– a bit of tongue, some shocked looks, and a lone gang sign in the fourth panel of strip one. White tweens, represent!

Here’s a sad photobooth topic– the missed/denied kiss. Sometimes, as in the third panel of strip two (or the first panel of column three) it’s a matter of timing. Check that middle strip out again… clearly, she’s feeling the third panel magic, but swoops in a bit too late for the evidence to become part of the permanent record. It’s hard to see in the third column, but take my word for it, this is total kiss miss. They look happy in the second panel, though, don’t they? Now let’s dig strip one– it’s so sad. He’s done his best to impress through three panels, but doesn’t work up the nerve to kiss her until the 4th. And then… well, her look says it all, don’t you agree?

There’s no missed kisses here! Bonus points for third panel snuggling magic in column two, and a rarely seen “gospel album” pose in the last panel of strip three.

There’s so good coordination going on in the first strip in this set, plus, the lighting is good. I believe this particular strip may even have been temporarily displayed on the booth itself.

You’ll need to view it full to see, but check the lady’s face in strip two. It’s like the flashbulb woke her up or something! Strip three guards against too bright flash with Top Gun shades.

The girls in the third strip crack me up. They’re having a good time, but not nearly as enthusiastic as the lady in panel one of the last strip. “OMG! I’m in a photobooth!” Her life’s dream, realized.

This is our “modern art” section of the photostrip update. Young master Bill thumbs his nose at fate in strip one, mocking the ravages of nature as pictured in the middle panels. Is the woman in the final strip accepting, or unaware, of the danger nearby?

Babies! It’s always the same. You spend two bucks, and these ungrateful drool-buckets won’t look at the camera. LOL Check out the baby’s happy smile in panel two of the last strip.

Our final three sets are further examples of abstraction in photobooth photography. It’s too bad about these– the two bald ladies in strip five look like they’re having a good time (might this be a cancer survivor and a friend shaved in solidarity?) and the guy’s smile in the last panel of strip seven is fantastic. Plus, he’s with his baby boy, who looks pretty cute. I hope they ended up taking lots of other photos together! Finally, dig the ninth strip, for the lady in the checkered outfit. Is that some third panel magic happening for her? Hard to see, but I think the smile tells in the last panel!

If you want to see more of my photobooth collection, go here, and here, and here.

2nd Annual Noise Summit– YOU MISSED OUT, SUCKAS

April 18, 2010

Noise Summit 2010 was a success! This year’s lineup included a lot of really cool stuff– hula hoops, contact mics, hammers, blenders, a theremin, an overgrown tuba, flying lens caps, exploding salt, and enough pedals to go Shirley Jackson on Bob Moog AND Ernie Ball.

I want to thank everyone who played, listened, or just helped me get in touch with the right people. Although absent from this year’s lineup, Nick helped me with phone numbers and contacting many people– and Karthik is the little bird who helps me remember names until they stick. Give these two a big “thanks” when you see them, and make their lives easier for next year by keeping in touch. As I said, we’re doing it again in 2011!

I’m going to be working to round up photos and video during this week. If you have any, share them with me! I’ll be more than happy to accept a complete dump of your memory card; no need to edit anything for me. Toss the whole mess on MediaFire or Dropbox, and I’ll share the best stuff here. Until then, enjoy these photos:

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I just can’t let this go– yes, I’m obsessive.

March 11, 2010

Okay, so I mentioned in my earlier blog post that the cover photo used on today’s Flipside music insert for the The Southern was somewhat strange, resembling something like broadcasting in Hell. Then I tracked down what I figured was the original source photo– but now things aren’t so clear! I’ve done some searching, and found that this particular photo has gotten more than a little use around the net, so I’m wondering… where did it come from originally? Who created it? Why are so many people claiming a copyright on this image? What about the ethics or legality involved in its use?

Here’s what I’ve found:

First off, this is the photo used on the cover of the Flipside. That’s my big head obscuring the photo in question, of a mic and headphones, most likely emanating a terrible feedback which is blasting from the speaker array in the background. Hence, the yellow “flames.” When you’re through checking these photos out, click it and go read the interview!

Then I found this version, in green:

Browsing through Flikr, I found many users claiming copyright on this image. Here’s the same image, “copyrighted” at the accounts of merthylo, richepstein, gusroman1985, and israely13 . It seems that someone is lying.

I also found some other versions of the photo. Here it is in black and white, taken from the Revolution Studio website in St. Croix:

And here it is without the added blur, against the same speaker backdrop, minus the soundwave “flames”. I found this on the Flickr account of user Niko_warning.

And finally, here’s the same microphone and headphone photo, minus all other elements. Could this be the original? I found it on the Flickr account of user azie2010.

And let’s not forget the crowning glory of this microphone and headphones extravaganza– a frakkin’ mural, no shit. Flickr user Surat Lozowick says this mural is located in Prescott, Arizona near an Auto Glass store:

I don’t know about you, but I’ve had a microphone and headphones overload. Clearly, there’s some ethical issues with so many people representing this image as their own work, not to mention the obvious failure of attribution occurring. What are your thoughts?

An interview with DaveX!

March 11, 2010

Here’s an interview that ran on the front page of my local regional newspaper, The Southern, as part of their weekly entertainment section. Clicking the photo below– which I think makes me look a bit like an angry man broadcasting from somewhere in Hell– will take you directly to the article. Clicking on this link will take you directly to a terrifying original snapshot of Hell itself, which is apparently green. Curiously, it’s also in the first page of images for “microphone” found at Google.

RIP, Jack Rose

December 7, 2009

Click to see more of Dan Cohoon’s photos of Jack Rose.

Feeding you torrents

August 4, 2009

(Quick note: the torrent files referenced in this post are being replaced with new links. Sorry for any confusion. –DaveX)

These are all must-haves– two live sets, and one DAYTIME broadcast! As always, I encourage you to SEED these torrents when you’re through downloading. A handful of you are good about this, but most are not. Seeding past your completed download means faster times for other listeners, and a healthier torrent. So seed already!

Here’s my latest batch:

7/25/09: Not quite the full show, but enough to cover Lonely Procession’s live set, and a lot of weirdness on either side. Well worth your time!

8/1/09: Focusing entirely on St. Louis drone king Mystified’s phone-in set for “It’s Too Damn Early,” along with the lovely bit of transitional period between Alan Licht’s “Remington Khan,” and Mystified’s generative synthesis bath. Duh, grab it!

8/3/09: DaveX stars as a teen hockey player well-liked and respected among his coaches and teammates. He battles to hide the truth from his elders and peers — that he is actually an enormous lizard. A special daytime broadcast also featuring long-time listener favorite DJ Mo, and a subliminal animal theme!

Eat all the torrents you want-- but be sure to seed!

Eat all the torrents you want-- but be sure to seed!

Liveblogging! Commentary for “ITDE” 6/20/09

June 20, 2009

I’ve made it into the station, following an extraordinarily creepy nightmare. Let me just say that any deceased children attempting to contact me via my computer keyboard will not receive the best treatment from me at this time.

Listeners, on the other hand, have got it good today! Hal McGee is due to phone in for an interview soon, and Brandon Beachum is busy setting up for a performance in the next room. He was short one 1/4″ cable, so I found one for him– to call it “vintage” is exceedingly polite.

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That was Hal McGee, folks. Definitely one of my better interviews– it’s so nice to speak with a person who is as obviously in love with sound as I am myself– I’d like to encourage you to visit the Dictaphonia 1 page; pick yourself up a digital copy of this fascinating compilation!

Right now, Brandon Beachum is warming up his giant amps right here in the Hi-Life Room. He’ll be going live as “Marathon” momentarily, so don’t miss out.

As I mentioned, today is Kurt Schwitters’ birthday– happy 122nd!– so I’m playing some Merzbow in his honor… the connection being the “merz-” see? Masami Akita didn’t dredge that up out of thin air… so it pays to know your history.

At present, Brandon is having some difficulties with his gear. Something may be broken. In such a case, I generally take it as an opportunity to do something completely different and aurally flog the defective equipment within an inch of its existence. Public humiliation for malfunctioning technology! Brandon is being a bit more sensible, systematically attacking the problem one knob and cable at a time. We’ll see how this goes.

It’s a gear crisis, but we’re all working to ease Mr. Brandon’s troubled spirit. Soon, listeners, soon!

David Lee Myers, Marco Oppedisano — Hyperpituitary Giant
David Lee Myers, Marco Oppedisano –Pheremones
David Lee Myers, Marco Oppedisano –Roog
David Lee Myers, Marco Oppedisano –Fling Away the Shell
David Lee Myers, Marco Oppedisano — Throttle Body Lifter
David Lee Myers, Marco Oppedisano –An Infinitely Hot and Dense Dot
Merzbow — Run Chicken Run
The Infant Cycle — Trombone
The Infant Cycle — Secret Hidden Message
The Infant Cycle — (and then the dog replied)
BIOS — Forever Dividing and Evolving
Sandor Szabo, Kevin Kastning — Hyperbola
Marathon — LIVE @ WDBX-FM, 6/20/09
Locrian — Barren Temple Obscured by Contaminated Fogs
Dave Wright — Cattle Gas
Richard Orlando — Farrington Street Blues
Mark McGee — Capoeira Blitz Squad
Sonic Disorder — Ugly Chemical Junk
Douglas Burkett — Spin Cycles
Jamison Williams — Francois Boucher (1703-1770)
Zebra Mu — Micro Junk Cassette Slicer

5 Things I Learned in the “Inland Hurricane”

May 23, 2009

1) Carbondale should have given WDBX the money for an emergency generator. Although River Radio did a very good job covering all of Southern Illinois, WDBX could have easily provided its listeners with a more focused broadcast– with less ads for treecare and Idol-style bar events! Hopefully, WDBX will seek this money again soon.

2) Arbor Day should be freakin’ outlawed.

3) Having a gas range is wonderful. Who cooked full dinners every night by candlelight? I did! Being a vegetarian also helps– no need to rush all my meat to the grill.

4) Southern Illinois has about a million ways to pronounce “derecho”.

5) Chainsaw 101… Don’t stand on the log. Don’t cut above your head. When in doubt, finagle random strangers into helping with the promise of food.

Here’s some photos for you to enjoy:

Heres my street, two days after the hurricane.

Here's my street, two days after the hurricane.

Some random street in town. Honestly, I cant tell which right now.

Some random street in town. Honestly, I can't tell which right now.

This is nearby where I used to live. Thats a 200-year-old oak cutting the main electric line, yay.

This is nearby where I used to live. That's a 200-year-old oak cutting the main electric line, yay.

Im pretty sure this is right downtown, but its hard to tell with all the damage.

There was a lot of damage on this street. Too bad for the guy who just rehabbed that house straight ahead, eh?

This is actually not a jungle path. Its very near to downtown!

This is actually not a jungle path. It's very near to downtown!

I wasn’t always so badass

April 24, 2009

Apparently, I’m lame enough to merit my own category in the Dork Yearbook– welcome to “Dweeb Wednesday.”

Voted most likely to link you to a stupid photo

April 10, 2009

I’m in the Dork Yearbook. Does this mean I’m one degree from Woz?

Inexplicable photos, pt. 2

January 30, 2009

On the way back home this evening, I noticed this sign had been “translated” somewhat… Dr. John is actually fairly cool– and besides, it’s bad form to leave so much nonsense throughout the remainder of the sign. Next time, I suggest “DAILY ASS LEACHING / I CUT YA BUTT / USE PENIS WISELY!”

At any rate, it sure beats spray paint.

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Next up– look what I’m getting in the mail! St. Louis ambient/drone-master Mystified took pity on a poor DJ and has mailed one of his BRAND-SPANKIN’ NEW vinyl copies of “Pulse Ringer Pieces” in my direction. He wrote to hip me to his gift, and also to warn me that he’d forgotten the insert. With his attached track listing, some watercolors, and my inkjet printer; I decided to whip up my own. Obviously, I am NOT talented with a paintbrush. No doubt you’ll be insanely jealous and want your own copy– if you order one in the next 2 weeks, I’ll make and mail you a custom insert myself, no kidding. I MAY EVEN PUT SOME ACTUAL TIME INTO IT!

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This is the Nutone intercom/radio/phonograph unit that came with my house. Obviously, it’s a rather vintage item– no FM receiver here! The satellite speakers are scattered about the house. Although I have yet to source parts for the actual head unit amplifier, I was able to connect the speakers to my own amplifier for throughout-house “surround” sound by toggling a “remote” switch. At present, I can control each satellite speaker’s volume at it’s own control panel; I plan to upgrade this soon to enable individual volume control at the master panel. I’ll also be working on the talk/listen function, which I don’t fully understand yet.

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Vaulted rooms

July 10, 2008

I got a nice package yesterday from my uncle– a big box of vintage cameras! This is really nice, because I’ve been thinking a lot about photography lately, and looking at displays of all-too-expensive digital SLRs just wasn’t scratching that itch.

I spent some time yesterday looking each one up online, doing my best to not only identify the model, but to find some sort of documentation for each. I highly doubt I could have learned so much in such a short time without the net!

To me, the most exciting camera is the Yashica-Mat EM. I guess this may be the first camera I ever seriously examined that was entirely mechanical, which wasn’t so much surprising as it was intriguing. I believe this camera is intended to be help at the user’s waistline, as the finder is viewed from the top, looking down. This thing is a beast, but seems like a lot of fun so far!

Yashica-Mat EM

The Yashica-Mat wasn’t the only all-mechanical camera in the bunch, as you can see– the next camera is a 1-A Autographic Kodak Junior. I’m not familiar with camera of this era at all, but I guess I’ve learned more about photography in the past couple years than I realized, because I’m not that daunted by it. I’m not at all certain I’ll be able to locate any sort of film for this thing, but cleaning it up will surely take me long enough to have time to find out.

1-A Autographic Kodak Junior

There was also this Kodak Hawk-Eye Model B #2 camera. It seems superficially alike to the 1-A Autographic, but is a bit smaller. Getting the dust off of these is going to be a big job!

Kodak Hawk-Eye Model B no.2

Here’s the last of the Kodaks– this one is a Kodak Retina I, which was apparently produced by a German Kodak manufacturer. It’s unlike any Kodak I’ve seen before, and is just plain different. It seems incredibly well-constructed, though, and looks like I should be able to just slap some film in and go out shooting!

Kodak Retina I

I don’t know much about this one, but it doesn’t seem nearly-complicated enough for me to worry– it’s an Imperial Quad 27c. The maker of this camera made a lot of cute, colorful cameras in the 1960s. This is not one of the better-looking models, but seems like it might be a kick anyhow.

Imperial Quad 27c

Oh! Here’s one that I’m also tremendously excited about– an Asahi/Pentax Honeywell Spotmatic. I guess they liked it so much, they named the thing four times, haha. When I was initially going through the package, I gravitated towards this camera first… maybe just because it looks most like cameras that I’m familiar with. Regardless, I had it sussed-out in a couple minutes, quickly figuring out the location of all the various adjustment knobs, etc. I know that’s probably not an amazing feat for experienced photographers, but I think it’s a big deal for me. I’ve always liked taking photos, but I never really owned anything but pocket cameras until relatively recently. Because of this, all the stuff I learned about apertures, f-stops, film speed, etc… was kinda abstract.

Asahi Pentax Honeywell Spotmatic

For now, my plan is to slowly work on cleaning these cameras, and getting them all in good working order without doing so much that I take away from the qualities they’ve absorbed over the years. After that, I’d like to find at least one roll of film for each, and make some interesting photographs! Like all my projects, I don’t have much of any money to throw at this, so it will probably be slow going. Wish me luck, and leave any helpful tips in the comments section!

BTW, I took all these photos this morning using my little Sony digital. I used the colored inserts for my daughter’s lamp shade as the backdrop. It’s the same trick I used in this post, but with a different color.

Inexplicable photos

July 10, 2008

I’ve seen some strange things in the past few days– a “missing iguana” sign for starters… always a bit worrisome to see something like this upon entering a restaurant!

Or how about some pre-made titles for your next science fair? I like the example exhibit: “How Were Dinosaur Tracks Made?” Umm… by dinos? Perfect for every kid too lazy to write “hypothesis” out long-hand!

When your phlegmatic sloth of a bum/child finishes off their science project, what better way to relax than with the “Sky Surfer Strike Force Alien Attack” movie? It’s 90 minutes of ACTION, yeah!

I <3 Tomorrowland!

April 29, 2008

Miss Information picked up a lovely set of vintage Tomorrowland photos last month, while browsing at one of my favorite junk stores. The set first appeared to be postcards, but that didn’t make a lot of sense to me upon closer inspection, as they are printed front and back. I’m guessing the postmark area means the purchaser might choose to send the whole set as a single piece of mail?

Anyways, I had some fun trying to figure out when the photos date from, since Miss Information happily pointed out the absence of everyone’s Tomorrowland fave. You guessed it, there’s no Space Mountain! Back in the old days, folks were happy with the People Mover and the motorboats.

Back to what I was saying about the photo dating– it’s been a bit problematic, as the photos seem to have been taken at somewhat different times, given some important details shown. Before I continue, I’d like to add that the folks behind Yesterland provide a wealth of information, without which I would have been hopelessly lost. Thanks, Yesterland!

The main discrepancy seems to be between the Skyway and the CircleVision Theatre. In the photos of the Skyway, the first-generation round buckets are shown, which were replaced in 1965 with a differently-shaped bucket. That would initially suggest the photos date from no later than 1965. However, the CircleVision Theatre did not begin playing “America the Beautiful” until 1967, when it was re-opened. Clearly, there’s no way these photos could have been taken at the same time.

There are also a few other interesting details! See the Alweg Monorail? When it first opened, the red and blue trains only had three cars each– but the ones pictured have four. The additional cars were added in mid-1961; shortly before the addition of a third, yellow, monorail later that year. With the monorails featured so prominently in the photoset, I suspect the yellow monorail didn’t yet exist, placing these photos very near the mid-year of 1961. The text, which touts “extended” 2.4 mile monorail, also support this date.

Enough Disney-geekery for now– here are the photos! (click to view full size, please)

I found my dog!

January 31, 2008

I spent the majority of last night searching for my dog, Max. He’s not the most creatively-named animal, but as dog specimens go, he’s tops. My first encounter with Max was actually over the phone. My wife had called (way back when we had a land line!) to say that she was considering adopting a dog from a nearby animal rescue.

She told me she’d found one she really liked, but that he was a little different. What followed (accompanied by barking in the background) was a grab-bag of worst-possible pet descriptors– a large, unfixed male dalmatian; two different colored eyes; abandoned as a chicken-killer; previously hit by a truck.

She might as well have said she wanted to adopt a potentially blind, crippled version of Cujo; and I advised against it. With a three-year-old in the house, every negative story I’d heard about dalmatians being as quick to bite as they are to go deaf, I just didn’t see the draw.

Boy, was I wrong.

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In the five years I’ve had this wonky-legged beast, he’s been one of the best dogs ever. He’s relaxed; enjoys taking walks; can retrieve a ball; has champion slobber genes; and will happily wait three days to defecate while on a car trip, no matter what you feed him.

I can easily imagine Max speaking with a high-class British accent, and know from experience that if you mount a teddy bear to his back like a cowboy, he will proudly strut his stuff around the neighborhood– even in my daughter’s old pink-flowered capris. It’s not metrosexuality, it’s pure balls.

(And don’t get me started on his balls. This dog is half-tanuki, no kidding.)

I know that when you take Max for a walk, every kid wants to pet him… right up until Kid’s mommy sees his pit-like head, and pulls lil’ Junior back:

“Leave the doggy alone,” they plead, knowing that Max could eat two kids this size for a snack. “Let’s go home and see Rags, okay?”

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You go home to Rags! I’ve got Max. He’s the one who sits in his yard, at attention as my wife comes home. He could easily walk through the fencing, but he seems to know that he’s got a nice thing going, what with his personal living quarters being nearly twice the size of any efficiency apartment.

Max has been to more U.S. States than most adults, and has given the Fear to panhandlers and window-cleaning bums in half of them. Hotel maids won’t come near the door, and you better believe he gets the lobby elevator all to himself. As part of our ongoing Max-is-the-Best Outreach program, we’ve encouraged him to make his mark on fire hydrants from Lynchburg, Mississippi to Las Vegas, Nevada.

You can imagine how I felt last evening when I went to check on him, and he wasn’t there. The door to his barn was open, the concrete block by the door was missing, and Max was nowhere in sight! Within minutes, my wife and I were out searching– we drove all over town, wondering why our “elephant on a string” would run away, especially in the middle of a thunderstorm.

That’s when it dawned on me… someone must have stolen him. Barn doors don’t blow open against the wind. Concrete blocks don’t just disappear. Happy dogs who are reluctant to leave their couch on a nice day surely don’t walk out into bad weather. By this time, it had been hours. We had contacted the police, the local convenience store, and questioned every person we saw on the street. We had even taken a drive to a nearby town, where we had previously heard rumors about dog fighting, taking a headlight-less drive into someone’s backyard to scout around for our beloved furry family member.

The possibility that I might never see Max again hit me hard. I didn’t want to picture him, frightened and alone, being tortured for some redneck’s kicks. I was in despair when we got a text message from the folks who ran the convenience store– they had Max, could we pick him up?

I hit the gas, and blew a red light. 1 AM, who cares? My Max was alive! The couple had found Max wandering in the street across town, miles from our home. Pretty weird for a dog who has never run away, or chased an animal (except one donkey, but that’s another story) during the five years I’ve known him! My suspicion is that someone attempted to steal Max, but couldn’t get away with it.

Max is back home now, and as happy as ever. Following his bath today, I took some photos of him. The camera makes his eyes the wrong color, but the I think the total magnificence of Max comes through just fine. Take care, –DaveX

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What would you miss?

December 10, 2007

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about taking a vacation, just tossing around a variety of ideas with my family. In the front-runner position is taking a cruise; it’s pretty laid back, the weather is nice, and having a warm beach to fall asleep on sounds particularly nice.

An interesting sound-related thought occurred to me today, though– what would it sound like? Specifically, what sounds would be missing?

Original photography by DaveX

I realized that I am quite accustomed to paying attention to new sounds when I travel, but the opportunity to spend a significant portion of my life off land made me realize that there is a very real possibility some sounds I regularly hear will be entirely absent.My first thought was that probably wouldn’t hear cars. I’d be on the water, right? Still, I don’t always hear automobiles now. For some of my childhood, I grew up in a rural setting; the sound of a car was uncommon enough to be more cause for concern than to be any sort of normal background noise. Hearing a car usually meant someone was lost, or that family was returning home.

Clearly, the loss of automobile-related sounds wouldn’t be too interesting.

Any cruise ship will obviously be full of people, bringing with them all the associated sound-baggage. From what I understand, birds are well-represented, with pelicans doing their usual bit of beggary.

Wondering if I might find reprieve from an otherwise-omnipresent sound was such a compelling conceit that I was growing disappointed that I was unable to figure out what such a sound could be.

Finally, the answer occurred to me– insects! Unless I’m mistaken, there shouldn’t be a significant insect population on the open waters of the ocean. For at least a couple nights out to sea, the perpetual companionship of insect call will fade from my life.

In my experience, insect sounds are part of the “silence” John Cage experienced in his famous anechoic chamber. Whether I choose to recognize them or not, insects are always present. Scientific estimates of the sheer number of insects are staggering– with an estimate of eight quintillion (1018) individuals in existence at any given time! Surely, there can be no escape from their sound on land… and maybe not even on the ocean.

Regardless, it’s an interesting concept. In the places you’ve been, what sounds did you miss?

*puts down crackpipe*

November 28, 2007

Somehow, I deleted the link to the really awesome “decay and pianos” themed “It’s Too Damn Early” broadcast I am offering in the previous post… I’m not really sure how this happened, but it’s fixed now. Sorry for the confusion.

Get your fix of DaveX’s vintage radio broadcasting here.

Also, here’s a photo I made this morning. You will need to view it in full. Quick, I need Photoshop lessons!

Original photography by DaveX

Photo break

November 25, 2007

A few nice, quick shots taken this weekend. Enjoy!

Original photography by DaveX

Original photography by DaveX

Original photography by DaveX

Go away, please.

November 12, 2007

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In the spirit of blogger-helping-blogger, I’ve written a little something for my good friend at “Hollow Tree Experimental Music Report,” who has been quite busy maintaining his stable of blogs lately.

As much as I like you, I have to ask that you go away now to read it— but feel free to open in a new window if you think you’ll be lonely without me.

MediaDefender Remix Contest Winners!

November 9, 2007

Well, I guess it’s time to finish the MediaDefender Remix Contest, and announce the winners. For those of you who are a little slow, I started a somewhat ill-defined competition for folks willing to use the “approved” MediaDefender techniques for destroying mp3s to remix popular tracks. To kick things off, I shared my re-working of Britney Spears’ “Gimmie More,” which I love more and more each time I hear it. I’m very happy to say that my remix was downloaded well over 3000 times, with a big boost from a BoingBoing post alerting more than 5000 people to visit STARTLING MONIKER.

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It’s been 50 days since then, and even though I consider you ALL winners, I’m not mailing free stuff to everyone. So here goes:

In first place, with a simply amazing 20-minute remix/sound collage, is %20. Seriously, you just have to hear this. I e-mailed to let him know about his win, and he tried to weasel out and accept an honorable mention. While I completely acknowledge his right to decline the prize, I have to put my foot down as blog owner and call it like I see it. %20– you win, but I’m passing your prize to the second place winner, Pimp Daddy Supreme!

Mr. PDS is a fellow vinyl junkie, and turned in a damn fine remix of Soulja Boy’s ubiquitous pile of steaming pidgin English ala JarJar Binks. This is a song that had to be destroyed for the good of all mankind, truly making Pimp Daddy Supreme a spiritual member of the Greatest Generation. Plus, let’s be straight– it couldn’t have been easy making this track sound like any more of a cut-up mess.

For his efforts, Pimp Daddy Supreme will be receiving a copy of SaraLunden, Kyrre Björkås, and Andreas Mjös’ new EP “Dubious;” the first release from Ukraine-based label Nexsound PQP!

In third place (or last, if you’re being negative) is PWN3D-3M41LZ, kicking poor Britney while she’s down. Even though he won’t be receiving anything cool from me in the mail, I have to hand it to PWN3D-3M41LZ– you’re among the elite who actually got off their ass and tried doing something– my hat’s off to you!