The Right Column

Spring

Summer. It's starting to be hot outside again.

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from Standstill

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   by Bill Perilli

I wanted to make a diorama that represented something next, or something past, that maybe I couldn't remember. Long shot off in the dark of the place where the reception was held and everyone danced there. Apples all over the ground. I knew the score about most of the guests. It was one of the last times I went to a wedding with family. A long time ago by now, but really, just a few short years in the past. So it seems. Memory is like that. Yesterday can seem the long ago. Something from fifty years ago, some resentment, can bark at you like a hell hound, tare you down. You build a million rooms in a palace, all of them vaugely the same, and yet, you don't have one of them configured for you. You give them away to the world, let other avitars come inside and live there, poison ivy? I deleted the mod so it doesn't grow there anymore. But that is just a video game. Not life, at all. I miss my parents.

I miss them and it's not been that long. But they'd already checked out, or were far gone long before it got to where they . . . I leave that part out it took a couple of years. And I gave up on things, like trying to remove the thorns from my thought process, the ones that seem vexing, like they come and go, some bad-hip thing that only strikes when it would hurt the most. And then I see it like that and think that it's my own sin that brings me that pain, so if I were more virtuous, less lustful, more able to forgive and forget and not using my mind as a weapon of pain, don't pull in front with your cart. Don't stay in my way when I am obviously connetick and in motion. Don't me a log in my free flooding class five rapid. Because I don't have time for your pain. Have I really become like this?

So if I drove all night by morning I could be somewhere near Rochester where there isn't anyone who would care to see me, most likely. Or I'm too polite to even try to ascertain what kind of reception that I would get. And wondering, all this time, what return would be like, going back to a place where I came to be aware outside of sight but fully within the realm of the possible. If there were ever a cab ride back, where the bodies are buried, I happened along, after it all had happened, lamb in the fowl field, lost lamb shepherd worried. It was me. I looked like the obvious suspect.

But they knew it wasn't me. So they hurried me along, to another time, another place. To have seen, to know to be able to explain it is almost, to some, weak minds they would have to be . . . whew . . to know that kind of horrible thing, having had happened, that he had known about, that he being me, and to not really ever want to talk about it and all of it's very many levels of flat . . .

a flat lie, a cover up. A cold rain near a factory. Flooding. No need to return. No looking back. Crossing over the bridge. The river in full flood below and the sound of sirens and rain. Flashing lights. The rush of fast moving utility vehicles; horrible cracking creaking groaning due to ever increasing wind and sudden hail. Sudden Thunder with it's requisite fire and light and singeing along the creases and the molding, a new crack that breaks down through the wall and a tiny fire that bursts out there, sparks coming out of the ends of the speaker wires, flames shooting form the woofer below the TV, and leaping for a blanket to smother it with but . . . even though the thunder is real, the exploding speakers are part of the dream.

Blueberry
Blueberry Meadows
In the Springtime rain
in the springtime rain

Far fallow fields 
and an old stone wall
and a flood into a drain
and a flood into a drain

Music is Primary

Sound as Music

I've tried to present to you the concept of the toy train composition methodology. Of course composers don't really use toy trains. But if one had an ear, just one ear. And what an ear he has! For composer with just one ear that works the only way to tell the distance of things is probably (and someone could ask him, nicely) the only way for him to determine the distances of things by ear was to train him self to key in on the Doppler effect produced by moving objects. You and I, with both ears working (oh what an ugly assumption, sorry Deaf People), can hear other effects of sound to allow our minds to place an object into space. The human ear and brain have very many different cues that allow for placing a source of sound. The varying loudness of things is one aspect. The right ear will hear some sound a little louder than the left ear . . . ettcettera.

The fact of the sense of sound also being intimately connected to the way that we perceive music means that if we can make our mind stronger as a listener, then we can also hear a lot of other things, things that other people miss.

Someone who is only hearing monaurally has a necessity to understand complexities of sound, and how sound propagates in space, to allow for (mitigate) the lack of the second ear.

There is another thing that people can do, who only have one ear, they can bop. They bop from place to place to sample the sound in different locations and the mind is fast and quick and they can then augment the other audiul cues, and 'map' (within their mind) the 'space' and the 'objects'. All of this would augment, and allow for some capacity to comprehend the events, and the noise that gets made by happenings. From that noise, just from that noise, we can intuit various aspects of our environment.

Given the intuition of the environment from noises, we also have an exceptionally complex theory of sound as music. Music. Music. What is music? Do animals understand music? What are 'theories' of music?

Music? How do we get music from a windstorm? Or a car speeding away? I have a youtube clip of a 1963 Dodge Max Wedge pealing out from a starting gate (racing another car) and as it pulls away you hear it zooming. It makes a whine, but it's not unpleasant at all. It's as if the designers, knowing that the car it'self had to sell itself, decided to add in some harmonics that were in tune. so one shaft is buzzing at one rate, and one at a second rate, and the transmission is buzzing, the drive shaft is whirring, it's all leaking out as noise in the air and it's making that vehicle haul on down the road and it's its' own form or music. Every motive part of that vehicle, every moving metal piece, plastic piece sliding through the air, each component, has a natural vibration. Some of them, under power, are driven to other frequencies (driven by the powertrain, and then that drives the car). In addition, in the more modern pop-music era (the ear of the recorded sound) we have the further capacity of having recordings and that they would play back with high-fidelity (High Fidelity was a marketing term that represented the highest audio quality, quality that met a high standard for excellence, that moniker seems to have disappeared around the time of the shameful marketing of the 42 kbaud 16 bit sample (lack-of) of the CD format. Why torture your dog, use a better format!

Toy train music box-car

So it is possible for a car, zooming off, to have a 'song' to it. But here it is, the 'song', or let us call it 'ambiance' of it is much different depending upon the location of the listener. From place to place with in a venue for symphony, be it Boston's best orchestra or Boston's Bad Boys (who we all know who they are), in a venue, if the sound isn't any good where you are, get up and move around. Sound, in a venue, varies from seat to seat, aisle to aisle. Imagine the sound as water that gets pushed out towards a beach. If there are walls on the beach the water will have nodes, parts of a cove or a bay where the waves are higher due to the reflections from the seacliffs along the shore (they could be lake-cliffs too). Sound is very much like that, but it's 3D, and it bounces off of walls, and anything else there.

Toy train music-box-car Doppler shifts

Whooott Woooooo

I say 'whoot wooo' to mimic a train whistle. My guess is that if I look for a toy train with built in music, I will find it somewhere. Maybe it plays Christmas carols?

Picture a music box factory. It's a custom house. Anyone can go with their tune and put there request to have their music wheel manufactured. Next it gets played in a music box. Maybe they sell a special issue music box at a tourist store (tourist trap) and everyone who sees it, that is in to that kind of thing, and also loves the composer, they buy the box and the little wheel inside with the song is the valuble thing because it's a copyrighted composition and it is licensed only to be played on a music box (of course that is the fiction part, as if the world will care about said licenses, but that's another story).

In any case some one invents a traincar for a toy train and as it moves along the track it also plays a song? How? It has it's own music box aspect: a train car that is also a music box. There could be two different versions of this: one of them the notes get sounded as the train moves along so that the faster the train goes the higher the tempo, the slower it goes the slower the tempo (or even, if you can figure out the mechanics of it (go digital and just reverse it in a model) the sound could have a faster tempo the slower it goes.

In any case each 'music box-car' (box-car: a type of train car) could have it's own 'system function' as to how it plays back the sound. Basically it's own 'recording' to play. So the music boxcar could be one that is just like a transistor radio: it gets a feed and faithfully reproduces it. In our model just imagine that the music boxes are music boxes. And that they play back at the constant speed of real time, as if they are being played by musicians in real time. And then imagine that we use as the signal pure tone. So one box could play a middle C, the next an E, the next a G. Now imagine that these music box-cars are being hauled around the train track. Now imagine that there are people there listening to that. As those music box-cars get hauled around the trainset (I'm thinking like HO guage would be cool) they are going to have a dopplering to their output as it is heard from a listener. And to determine what that is, so that one could know the exact mix at a point in space . . . would be a very hard thing to model in a digital (video game world) simulation of such a soundscape.

So now imagine the composer. He understands about this Doppler effect thing. He understands how it can be interpreted as a phase shift, or a key shift, what is known as a 'modulation' of the music. And in his case the band, him hearing this train-setup simulation of sound in his head, he's put the band members on the train (so to speak, I could have used a bus analogy, be on the bus, off the bus, but buses aren't so easy to setup in simulation, an actual musical toy train setup could model this idea here. In the case of music buses, the same theory of audial perception applies, however the modeling of it, by freshman classes in physics and music, would not be an easy task.) He provides part for each player or member of the band. He hires others to do vocals and to sing along. And he can make something to be performed live, to be learned as a piece, to be scored and presented to an orchistra, to be used as a place for genius solos for the best virtuosos. That's the dream for a world class composer. It can be your career field too.

The composer must provide parts for all of the players and vocalists in the band. The composer is someone who provides the score for the piece. In fact, while being played, the band can either do a 'sight read' playing of the composition, or just play it by memory. We can see the consequences of 'playing by memory' and so if the orchestra is very large you always have people who can sight read, it's a requirement, and there is also a conductor. When the orchestra is smaller, a punk or rock or hip hop or jazz band, then they might not need to have everyone be a sight reader. If you decide that music is your business, a very fortunate business it will be for you. And better still if you learn to sight read. As one who didn't do this, I can't play a score in real-time, I regret not learning this talent.

Some people can sight read, but they make no compositions of their own. Some can make compositions, but they never score them. In the modern age we can almost get away with this. But the real deal of doing a mix-down for public consumption, and the real deal of having a live band or orchestra play your composition, is what often make a piece marketable. Often times it is not the quality of a song so much as the quality of a band to take that song and jazz it up. Just like that. They have a framework and they dress it up, they dance around it, they get it moving forward.

I've not even gotten to the part where I discuss the phase shifting of a doppler effect, and how many steps it might be. How many steps on the scale does it modulate the sound? So you could perpel the music along that track, at a constant speed to get that phase shift, and then have it shift in the other direction of the other side as it passes by and speeds away. It's it's a forth changing to a root, then won't it be a root changing to a fifth when it speeds past? How do you add that into the composition? How do you put the players on the train? There is no train track, but they could play the notes that you would hear if they were on a train and then, at teh point of flying past, suddenly they've had an extreame modulation, all the way eight steps back from where they started. From the four to the zero to the five in the lower octave. Not a bad little modulation.

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I'm
gonna walk that old stone wall
I'm gonna climb a tree that's tall
and walk out beyond the waterfall.

I'm 
gonna ride that old grey mare
Climb the mountain stair
echos in a canyan hall.

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Did the Sun ever really go down that night? I parked there, watching for a long while, not realizing that I'd left on my head lights.

Did somehow the Sun just duck within the clouds till day break, and amble along the far horizon till it got to the otherside?

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Music music music music music music!

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March 11, 2015


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 healthy exercise
 some might call hard work.
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 off in the yard
 where the grass grows
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 working hard
 
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 cleaner yard
 
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 the verdant yard
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