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A Recipe For Sound

Edits abound. Deadlines loom.

And I want to know if I’m the only person who’s used a pot to magnify the sound of a musical device?

When outdoor speakers broke at a party, we threw a phone into a Teflon pot and pressed Play. The non-stick surface yielded a tinny sound. We swapped Teflon for metal.

And McGyvered a new speaker.

We tapped our feet to the results for a couple of hours.

Has anyone else tried this listening technique? Or maybe you’ve found a new use for an everyday thing?

Please share your brilliance in a comment today.

I’m A Faded Musical Star

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, I starred in a play. A musical called "South Pacific." Perhaps you've tried to Wash That Man Right Out Of Your Hair while having Some Enchanted Evening falling In Love With a Wonderful Guy on Bali H'ai?

No?

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A Sea of Voices From the Past

You've probably never heard of him. Unless you're a serious photographer.

from the Wynn Bullock website
I went to the Wynn Bullock retrospective at the High Museum of Art in Atlanta, expecting 100 photographs that mimicked Ansel Adams, his more famous contemporary.

Instead, I found myself alone. Wandering three galleries of otherworldly photographs. Unlike anything. Unique.

Would it be weird to admit some of the images called to me?

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Desperately Seeking a Shepherd

If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking. - Haruki Murakami

Maybe Murakami's quote applies to everything. Perhaps I'll out myself as a hopeless snob. If I lose a few readers or start a debate, GREAT. I'm typing what I have to say, because I can't sit on it any longer.

I am sick of the simpering sameness that permeates all creative forms today. From the same few music acts whose auto-tuned voices are beamed at me everywhere I turn/click/read to our dismal summer movie offerings to 'must read' book lists that are all composed of the same PR'd-to-death tomes, I am an isolated, dejected weirdo who must not like anything popular or socially accepted.

What bothers me about this isn't that social media seems to have turned our entire society into a herd of sheep, or that I feel like I have been sent on an endless trip back to high school where nobody ever graduates, grows up or evolves. No. I can deal with those things.
It bothers me to see myself becoming what I despise.

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He Played Me On A Red Violin

He wouldn't hold my hand. Maybe it was flashes of my creamy skin through black crochet. The way I harvested salad from my plate. When he paid the bill, we stepped onto blue stone, merged with soupy air.

"Let's walk.......if your feet will be okay in those shoes."

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