September 1, 2006
Friday, September 01, 2006
what song is stuck in your head? yes it’s tracy chapman and it’s from her debut album ‘tracy chapman’ album cover by matt mahurin one of my fave photographer and also album. i’ve been trying to learn that fast song car for ages now but not that good yet. I third the Modest Mouse and second on beck – like sea change a ton. Oh Hallow Ground is a scary good album!! Long december fables of reconstruction Sting
August 21, 2006
What albums are in heavy rotation for you right now?
Stravinsky conducts Stravinsky
Eroica Trio – I have the above CD signed by the three beautiful and talented ladies. I saw them at Lewis and Clark College. This is where I learned that Dvorak was a butcher boy.
the dumkey trio
October 9, 2005
- Entry for October 09, 2005
My Adventures in Hi Fi Fi:
Date: 2005-10-01, 9:07AM PDT
I’ve got a nice pair of 2 way classic Advent legacy speakers that need a new home. Nothing wrong with them I’ve just got too many speakers. The cabinets feature a 10″ long throw woofer (just re-foamed and good for another 20+ yrs.) and a 1″ tweeter and they sound great. All of the drivers work as they should. The cabinets are black vinyl with a solid pecan wood top. There are a few scratches on the sides and the grills have a few small rub holes up against the grill frame but like I said they sound great and are a great value. Call Joe
Well I did and ended up with a BeoVox which is currently blaring out Dave Mathews…
Have you ever heard of Clips horn speaker?? I had the opportunity yesterday. It is a piece of furniture. The cross section is a work of cabinetry.
I answer Joe’s Craig’s list and drove out to the country to see the Advent Legacy. Joe’s house is full of speakers and other junk. His wife puts up with it and he makes decent money from his hobby restoring old speakers that he finds at garage sales. Joe knows his product and has a discerning eye and instinct for the valuable rare collector’s items. His wife tells me he has netted profits beyond what he pays for. The speakers had fetched a grand on EBay.
His wife desperately wants him to get rid of his junks. Joe is a musician, a drummer to be exact. He has several pairs of drum kits. One set has a very low serial number.
He took me to another room and left me there to peruse over a cabinet while he look for a pair of BeoVox. I accidentally knocked over a cardboard box full of white socks and other dirty laundries.
I should have brought a camera with me. Joe is very convincing and a good sales man. He doesn’t much like his day job and has reduced his hours to tend to his audiophile business. I wish I was more productive in my hobbies.
- Entry for October 05, 2005
Date: 2005-09-27, 1:35PM PDT
Great Sony Stereo Bookshelf system with remote. Great sound and bass. Has a CD and MD player, AM/FM receiver built in. The CD player will not eject CD. Something is stuck in it but plays the current CD inside with no problem. (Smashing Pumpkins Siamese Dream)
I’m happy with this little unit. it looks great in our kitchen cabinet and sounds surprisingly good.
I’m really happy to google tool bar with spell checks. I don’t have to use word to check the spelling.
July 1, 2002
Last great book I read:
‘The Sheltering Sky’ Nov 25, 2000
‘Keep the River to Your Right’ June 2001 in Hungary, Budapest.
‘Sun Also Rises’ Sept. 11 2001
‘A Year in Provence’ Nov. 2002
‘Book of Illusion’ Dec. 2002
In chronological order
The following was written on July 1, 2002
The music school, which was once a manor house belonging to Paloczi Horvath Adam.
Our works were inspired by music. We did our paintings at the Frence Janos Zenieskola (music school).
Every morning, a piano player plays music. At noon, he would go to draw portraits of tourist for money.
We heard these notes and waves of sound that would be incorporated into our artwork. I made a sculpture that look like a musical instrument. We try out composition on the black board lined for musical notation.
At night I would listen to Schubert’s piano pieces and “Death and the Maiden”. Memories are pressed between these notes and later released here at the lake.
The zenieskola has a rhythm of its own. At noon the trumpet player toots his horn. (Arias emanating from below my dormer window along with the morning bird calls.)
In the evening, the xylophone players practice his monotonous simple pieces that drove us crazy. Busloads of musician from Belfast play at the lakefront. Musical instrument transported in strange shaped and ominous color through the Iron Gate. Men came by in mopeds and bicycles. (The ever presence of owl hoots near the studio.) At night the warm winds rattle the thin tiles. Sometimes there would be silence that accompanies the setting sun against the Red Church.
I meet sz at the park near the lake. Later I vomited into the fountain.
The last day of the Zenieskola was a sad. Mel plays sad music on the piano while I pack the remains of my studio into a box. Everyone had left for Budapest except Mel, Miwako, and me. We moved from table to table at a restaurant on the lakefront. It started to rain. We headed in door. The patio’s umbrella squeaks. We moved again. Finally settle down to Vitamin salads. Most of the restaurants have a shortage of greens. It was hard to find a good salad. I try spaghetti Bolognese at many restaurants. The best was at Lucifer’s. On my Birthday, Daniel and I went there for diner. I was disappointed that no one else was coming to diner with us.
Daniel Atyim, Mel, Carrie (Mel’s friend), and I spent our last days on Margit Island riding a four-person bicycle in the park. The contraption looks like something that came out of “The Flintstones”. It has a bell. We ring it and wave to passers by.
English was his fourth language he often said. They were going to ride together to Tihany. It was my idea to rent the bikes and peddle to the Abbey. I decided against it. (Probably because Langelo was going to be there.) After awhile I try to avoid him.
Melissa and Carrie had their paintings published in “New American Paintings”. They are from the Midwest, Iowa.
My candle burns at both ends,
It will not last the night,
But ah, my foes, and ah, my friends –
It gives a lovely light
-Edna St. Vincent Millay quote found on august. 2, 2001
Dan lived in New Mexico. That’s where Joel Peter-Witken lives. Dan somehow met Joel’s brother, Jerome, who teaches at Syracuse University. Dan met with Jerome, showed him the portfolio and got into the school.
Dan and I sneaked up to the attic of the zenieskola. Dan found some thin slate pieces. Later he would go up to the hill to paint the landscapes.
July 10, 2001 – Zenieskola
Last night, the artist threw a surprise birthday party for me out in the balcony. Jenine gives me a goodnight kiss on the lips. Strange lights swirl about the sky. Fireworks exploded in the night. A few days ago the full moon reflected on Lake Balaton. We spent the day in Vesprem. Angela brought me a cake with a little mushroom on top. We climb the spiral stair, looked across the city of Vesprem. There are many ocher yellow walls. The church spires against the blue sky and voluminous white clouds. I began to make postcards and sending them to myself. A night of Amstel beer, several tequilas shoots. The shoots are measured in one skull to two-skull increment in the shoot glass. I made a drawing of the skull and globe. The sunset orange rays shooting up the church light glow. The Danube glows a satin ribbon like the delicate bridges that crossed the river. Masons lay cobblestones in spiral patterns. The farmers market full of people we walk though cemetery gates. (Twisted wrought iron on the stone.)A sculpture holds plastic flowers. Up on the attic yellow light falls on post and beams. Cobwebs dust rising from shuffle feet.
Cross-sections of windpipes throat valves. Men and women spoke in the language of the Oracle of Delphi.