Striking Sparks Off the Moon: Home of Tomorrow's Man

Close to complete this sound for the scene the noise that we boys and girls hopes makes the Sleepless heard (ironically this sound’s for something dubbed a seen), the process was as lovely vulgar as a sawn violin; okay, not nearly, but simply one step singly:

1. Buy 7lb gourd.  Dry out for nine months.  Cut.  Hollow out guts.  Bake.  Harden.  Strap with singy-toned guitar wires via pretty blue painter’s tape.  Bridge with PCI backplate.  Bind ‘n Sling over’n’round microphone.  Amp crazy in makeshift acoustic womb.  Hit record (not ‘wreck, ord,’ but ‘as if to cord again.’  Play violin.  Mix, foldle, spondle, perfomate, and lastly slide off one eMail to Euterpe (mp3 attached) to beg She dub this scatter of sound “music.”  Wait for her reply.

Soon’s I hear back, I’ll post the track.  In the meantime, some pudding, playing, and a pict’cher of a poser a la pose:

Cheers,
TM

While reconfiguring the studio to record some live strings and source material for the “Sleepless” soundtrack, I stopped for a moment to swig my loving and lovely Samuel Adams lager…and spied this serendipitous collage of my ‘work in progress’ before me:

A Confluence of Danger

I know, no caring, responsible violin owner would ever have a bona-fide saw so close to such a reverential bit of hardware, but, then, forever before and to this day, I continue to cut my wake well out past the breakers…

Cheers,

TM

P.S.:  Yes, that’s my renowned First Act Discovery Harp peeking from between the monitor speakers…