In September of 2012 I attended Marfa Synth Class in Marfa, Texas with Brangien. Every part of that sentence is exceptional: September (my birth month), Marfa (location, location, location), Synth Class (what’s not to like?), Brangien (my very own Syntherella). So, it was with great excitement that upon my return to Seattle I ordered a handmade Mochika XL “Dark Side” edition analog synth from Atomosynth in Lima, Peru. The Mochika was deservedly featured and praised by Brian Lebarton at Synth Class, but synthappointment was soon to follow … the Mochika never arrived in Seattle.
Many emails, Facebook conversations (with promises of a synth) and $314 later, I’ve yet to receive a shipping notice or even a written confirmation that the Mochika has shipped. See excerpts below.
I’ll be attending the Pacific Northwest Synthfest 2013 this weekend in Seattle and, as such, felt it my synth duty to let my fellow synthesizer enthusiasts know that as tempting as an Atomosynth may be, it’s not in your best interest to order a synth from Atomosynth as it may never show up. There was nothing out-of-the-ordinary about my order (no changes, or payment issues) … it just never arrived. Alfredo at Atomosynth has acknowledged the issue, but never offered a solution.
I’m always willing to change my opinion of Atomosynth if Alfredo and his crew are able to deliver on my purchase, but for now Kelly Clarkson says it best …
Here’s the thing
We started out friends
It was cool but it was all pretend
Yeah, yeah, synth you’ve been gone
me today (after a light morning shave)
A dozen years in, I thought I would take stock of my alopecia universalis and ask a few questions of my fellow Alopecians. I actually love being bald—given the choice I’d do it all over again.
I went totally bald in 2000. The last 2 months of my haired life went quickly—I developed bald patches at the back of head that looked like cheetah spots. They quickly expanded and when my brother Greg told me to “shave that shit”, I did so once and then never had to again. That is, until recently. My bald stages:
It started in 1999 with a small bald spot on my otherwise full facial hair. I assumed I’d cut myself shaving. It remained like that for many months, then the spot began rapidly spreading across my face. Soon after, bald cheetah “patches” appeared on the back of my head. The last two months my hair was jumping ship with increasing speed. This included my body hair. One shave of the head and all the hair on my body was gone, seemingly forever.
Seven or so years of smooth swimming where I could not find a single hair anywhere on my body. Nothing. I described it to people as “smooth and hairless like a dolphin.”
A few years ago I developed very light blond, short, wispy baby hairs in small patches on my head. Almost undetectable unless the sun shined from behind my head. It’s slowly increased over the last four years, roughly coinciding with my courtship and marriage to Brangien. I describe it as “tennis ball hair.” It’s patchy, light and if I let it grow it’s not fully-realized hair. Recently I’ve even developed a few whiskers on my chin and cheekbones. Not enough to grow anything useful, but a few desert outposts of scraggly cacti. Still no moustache, beard, eyebrows or eyelashes. I used to have very full chest and body hair (which was completely dormant during the dolphin phase). I now have small communes of light-duty body hair—unnoticeable at a distance, but you would see it if we were, say, barbequing together in Hawaii. For a few years now I’ve been shaving the patchy tennis ball hair off parts of my head.
So, that’s the state of my bald-ishness. I’d be interested in hearing from other longer-term Alopecians to see if they have experienced similar patterns over time.
Last night I presented three new songs in the form of music videos at the first installment of the Hugo House 2012/13 Literary Series. The theme was ¡Viva la Revolucion! and as the musical guest I chose three tunes that reflect three revolutionary phases of my musical upbringing.
Elaina Ellis, Matthew Zapruder and Steve Almond were FANTASTIC! Many thanks to Brian and the Hugo House for inviting me along for the ride.
I have a vivid memory of a school assembly at Northern Lights Elementary in Anchorage, Alaska. Our school music teacher (a fella with a salt-and-pepper beard, recessive hairline and glasses) pulled together music instructors from other schools in the district to perform the song Popcorn by Gershon Kingsley. First off, it was a surprise performance: we had no idea the music teacher would be playing, let along bringing other music teachers (who at that age, I basically equated with a bus load of rock stars) to play for us kids. Secondly, they played Popcorn which I’d never heard and sounded like space music. But most impressively, they were playing what the adult me now knows to be Mini Moog synthesizers. My mind was officially blown. You could have rolled in R2D2 (who didn’t yet exist) and it wouldn’t have been as exciting to me. When they finished the final synth-laden moments of that tune, the crowd screamed with delight and I was officially sold on whatever those crazy keyboards from the future were up on stage.
Here’s the full version of the song with intro vocals:
2. LOUD, DISTORTED GUITAR
When I was about 14, my parents took a trip to Los Angeles, CA. To a kid born and raised in Anchorage, this seemed like an exotic trip. My dad asked if I wanted him to bring anything back to me and I told him an electric guitar, figuring he would NEVER actually deliver the goods. Upon their return, they presented me with a 1980 Fender Lead II. I couldn’t believe it. Someone I knew at the time gave me a 100watt Fender Bassman head and another friend gave me a 4×12 cabinet. I had no idea at the time that the Fender Bassman is one of the rockingest guitar amps on the planet. I wrote about this amp a while back. Over the coming weeks and months I turned that amp and guitar to 10 and began a livelong love affair with loud, distorted guitar. Welcome to the club, I suppose.
3. SOUL-ISH MUSIC
I say “soul-ish” because I’ve never been in a traditional soul band, but most of the bands I’ve been in have veered toward the soul end of the spectrum. A typo sent me off on my soul-ish musical adventures.
I’ve been Abdulaziz’s “Big” (and he, my “Little”) through Big Brothers Big Sisters Puget Sound for the past 3 years. During that time, we’ve had weekly lunch at Bailey Gatzert Elementary with his friends, played lots of kickball and basketball, learned the card game Set, played acoustic guitar, and I showed him the techniques of air drumming (he was already a natural at beat boxing). Abdulaziz (aka “Toto”) graduates this Wednesday and heads off to Washington Middle School. I know he’ll do great things as he’s super smart (his math skills exceed my own), a natural leader and he has a great family.Thanks for hanging out with me, Toto, and showing me good times. You are awesome.
Yesterday a Rolling Stone article mentioned that Maktub (really just Davis, Thaddeus and me) had helped out recording a soundtrack for a movie called Faces In The Mirror. It was a project that was in Boyd Tinsley’s head when his manager contacted us three years ago to see if we’d be interested in recording music in the studio with Boyd. I recall raw footage taken from a hot air balloon in Charlottesville, Virginia … but other than that there was no dialog, actors or plot. So, we just started recording and, although I haven’t heard the result in it’s finished form, in the moment is was a magical recording session. We recorded from midnight to 6am-ish for 5 nights (a time I’m almost never awake) and the music just seemed to invent itself.
Last year I had a similar experience helping David Nixon write music for The Shelf
A while back Thad, Davis and I had a loosey-goosey recording session that resulted in a bunch of great tracks. Like many sessions, the tunes are now trapped on a hard drive in my office (I’m looking at them now) buried in a ProTools session (which I don’t know how to manipulate). I was able to pull one session off the drive and deliver it to Michael Cozzi for mixing and mastering.
This was the first time I met Choklate (a friend of Thad & Davis) and the tune was written in one take. I started playing these simple chords while Davis and Thad stayed still and only came in on bass and drums for the last bit of the song. Choklate more or less invented the lyrics on the spot.
I’m proud of Brangien’s essay about our house which appears in the latest issue of Arcade Journal. Here is an excerpt to get you going …
During the first months of owning our new house, which we purchased in the spring of 2010, my husband Daniel and I told our story over and over—a gripping tale concerning the condition in which we found the place. We told people about the previous owner, who’d neglected the house to the point of serious, Grey Gardens-level disrepair, who shouted, “I hate this house!” at us on the day we picked up the keys. We spoke of the standing black water filling the kitchen sink. The broken dishwasher stuffed with garbage. The raccoons so accustomed to being fed they knocked with black, infantile fingers at the kitchen window each morning, demanding breakfast … (read more)
More photos of the house (the further you go back, the uglier it gets!)