Got my mic fixed. So I did a podcasty thing.
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Got my mic fixed. So I did a podcasty thing.
Topics
Music
Artsy Fartsy Money Decisions
Linux
Etc.
Many of my poems start as little tunes I come up with to a simple chordy background.
On January 12th I dedicated my book The Sketch of Sam Monroe to Terrence McKenna. I had no idea that Dennis McKenna would be on the Joe Rogan Experience today. Which happens to be the day when I finish part one of the book a work spanning months and being some hundred pages in length.
I’ll continue to post on Tuesday and Thursday. The book is free to read on my website http://www.fractaljournal.com Hope you enjoy my barbaric little song (i felt like celebrating with a rough draft release) thanks so much for stopping by.
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There’s a wee spider beneath my keyboard…

so I’m…
Hanging With Cecilia…
Lady Cecilia Meenor Spider spun her silken web
Lady Cecilia Meenor Spider controlled the flow and ebb
Of the weird ocean known as time
Even though lady Cecilia Meenor Spider was no greater than a Dime
Running up and down and back and forth
Up to the south
and down to the north
For gravity, she had nothing but derision
For all her, goings were her own decision
Lady Cecilia Meenor Spider
This masterful seamstress
Was a divine glider
Keeping the magic staying distress
Though the fly’s plight might seem tragic
When caught in her net
His permutation for her satiation
Is a communion without regret
Drunk on her poison feeling no pain
The six-legged flyer releases his soul but not in vain
For Cecilia spider has sent him on home
Where he’s a light beneath a magnificent dome
Thus is the keeping of time and its half
So darling don’t fear
For death is a laugh

Image Credits: https://torasaurr.deviantart.com/art/Fancy-Spider-334495559
https://catherinetterings.deviantart.com/art/Steampunk-Spider-Watch-Lapel-Pin-343441685
Just felt like sharing the woes of a cut finger and the fun of creating lyrics and licks from the atmosphere of a few simple chords.
Poem (Lyrics): No More, No More (Poem)
I kind of liked it even though I’m ok with people hating it. I know that my voice might give people major douchechills. Felt a weird impulse to share nontheless. Thanks for stopping by.
I’m having technical difficulties and so to blend parts I had to use Kdenlive instead of Ardour. I guess everything has a silver lining since I can show off a couple of neat little features of this free, open-source, video editor. I used the vignette effect in the overlay violin video along with ‘binarize dynamically’ to give it that James Bond, 60’s gun barrel feel.
Though the video proper may make me liable for causing seizures, it’s comprised of two of my favorite effects: luminance, and old film.
Kdenlive also has audio editing tools but I only used the volume control to make the violin part (sic) quieter than the guitar and voice. I’d have done more and actually synced up the parts but things run a bit odd on this older HP. Though likely I just have to resolve some software dependencies.
So if you’re ever in a jam like me, with all your DAWs and even audacity refusing to work, maybe you can turn to Kdenlive. But, that’s really a super tertiary reason. The primary reason is that it is fantastic for editing videos. And it costs nothing.
Kdenlive: https://kdenlive.org/
As per usual the lyrics are based on a poem: Transmission (Poem)
Thanks for stopping by and check out my main website: http://www.fractaljournal.com for essays, stories, webcomics and more.
Apologies for the strained vocals. I’m not a natural singer and it takes some serious concentration to do the dirty deed. As such it does come out a tad eh…
I’ve no need for apathy
For I’m in love with light
Among
Branches of a tree
and how…
That dancing symmetry
On wings of evenings breeze
With such delightful ease
Is carried as a prayer
To heaven
Which is not so very far
From where you are
When only you
Deign recall the difference
Between great and small
Is not a difference
At all
ouh! ouh! Ouh x 2
I merge into the blue
Into the grand cascade
Here within this glade
The silvery tongues they sing to me
Lilting calling melody
A prosody
A novel in each crisp
Snapping of a branch
Though a chill rain it does drench
I love this place
I need this place
I will forever
Retrace the ever
Onward
One word
Delight, Delight

The popular conception is a hard thing to qualify. It is difficult to define a common view because there are so many common views. Yet it can be done. At least insofar as setting the stage for social, psychological, historical, and philosophical analysis.
There do seem to be pervasive opinions that though rarely vocalized may as well be set in stone.
For instance, everyone always expects artists and musicians to be young. At least no older than thirty. This is strange.
It might be because most bands that society is currently familiar with made their mark in their twenties.
There may be some biological reasons for youths blessing of artistic endeavors.
Neurology and the endocrine system come to mind. Then there are the social and psychological variables.
First there is the naivete that’s fertile ground for creative exploration, then there is abundant energy to till that ground, and finally, there is a drive to define and prove oneself. Society also fosters and encourages young creators* whereas there is a greater onus on the mature to be ‘responsible’ and ‘settled in.’
All these factors seem to wane as people age into their thirties. So is it meant to be? Should everyone north of thirty settle into the proverbial accountant’s office and repair their gutters on the weekends?
No.
First, there are many examples of artists who didn’t ‘make it’ until ‘later’ in life. Andreas Bocelli and Leonard Cohen to name a couple.
Second, there are many examples of artists who continued creating masterpieces throughout their lives. Bach springs to mind. As do Johannes Brahms, Richard Wagner, and Stevie Wonder.
Third, if one decides to view life as having many stages, then each stage of life has its own music its own landscapes to offer.
To begin the analysis of creative stages of life let’s examine the art of the young.
The case can be made that the young are too histrionic to produce anything of lasting value. As evidence, one can cite the similarity of subject matter and delivery of bands in the last century.
First, there is the sex, drugs, and joyously cacophonous ROCK starting somewhere around the time of ‘The Doors’ and lasting well through the eighties hair-metal scene. Libidinous excess and boundary flaunting tests of one’s limits through psychedelics and alcohol aren’t the only tritely recurring sins of the young.
There is also the angst and neurotic introspection of Grunge, Alternative, and Progressive genres that cropped up in the late eighties and still hold sway into the era of whistling ironic ukulele hipsterdom. Are maudlin sentiment and bitter emotion really the best subjects to set to music? The young musicians of the last three decades seem to think so.
Given its subject matter and focus, the art of the young has unsurprisingly taken a morbid turn. The 27 Club is ‘a notional roll of remembrance’ that pays homage to the fact that many of the 20th centuries musical luminaries died young. Numbers can be mystic things and the fact that Jim Morrisson, Jimi Hendrix, Kurt Cobain, and Amy Winehouse all died at 27 lends an air of tragic magic to that arbitrary figure. Hence the ‘colloquialization’ of ‘27 Club.’
Death has a certain finality that often lends weight and perceived substance to the art of those who passed. ‘The good die young.’
The audience ‘knew’ these folks as an explosion, as a passionate flame that burned too bright and quick, and suddenly there is the mystery of eternal silence. What more would they have made would they have said? What secret pain, what uniquely anguished insight not accessible to average joe, did these brilliant people harbor? What was it that made people who wrote such tuneful and evocative things so self-destructive?
It would be wrong to characterize these artists as immature. It is a silly business indeed to hover over history like a daft-shrink-bog-wraith psychoanalyzing the minutiae of the lives of its actors. Yet there does seem to be an air of self-fulfilling prophecy to the art of the young.
The deification of such art, the raising of it to some sort of deep expression of the human condition, while at times valid, can also be foolish and dangerous. It is the former because foolish and dangerous things are indeed a part of the human condition. It is the latter because despite the melodic and lyrical finesse of such works they were tainted by hormones and substance abuse. A tainting that leads to a sort of ‘Opera Buffa‘ where those who gained much admiration and success, freshly minted aristocrats in a sense, weren’t sated by such things and chose to become a tragedy for a convoluted sense of authenticity or psychic chaos magnified by chemicals and overcharged emotions.
The creative stages seem to fit pretty neatly into the categories of the prodigy, the rockstar, the craftsman, and the master.
The space of this essay will only allow the exploration of two out of four of the stages of creative life. So in light of all the information considered which would be best to unpack?
Since the ‘rockstar’ has been addressed it seems fitting to move next in line to ‘the craftsman.’
As the world approaches the cusp of a new decade, is it not fitting to promote a new sort of ‘27 Club’? Why not popularly consider 27 to mark the beginning of careers rather than looking with perverse expectation towards the demise of heroically dysfunctional musicians?
Twenty-seven may, in fact, be the perfect time to start a band. One still has abundant energy which can be used in conjunction with greater mastery over one’s emotions to select which insights and life experiences to magnify through art. Further, it is a time when hormonal needs and spastic bursts of energy will be less of a barrier to serious practice. Your bandmates are more likely to show up on time.
Why disparage the rockstar and highlight the craftsman?
The prodigy, the rockstar, and the master need no encouragement. They will do what they do as a matter of compulsion. The craftsman is the most suspicious of compulsion. As a person moving further into adulthood and feeling the weight of experience, the craftsman becomes wary and guarded, sensing a profounder need to be ‘serious and secure.’
Sometimes this need to be ‘serious and secure,’ to be a steady sort, manifests itself as studied avoidance of creative endeavors. Partly because one is keenly determined to avoid wasting time which has greater weight than ever before. Partly because one wants to avoid seeming gauche.
The truth is that music and art are never a waste of time. They sharpen all the skills and faculties necessary to succeed in work and relationships. Communication and synthesis are two skills most readily and deeply refined through creative endeavor. Atop this boon, there is another in that the magnification of life through art makes you very appreciative of even the most mundane and prosaic aspects of living.
There is nothing gauche about loving life or succeeding in relationships and the workplace.
These stages are of course guides rather than rules. Some may find themselves at a place of overlapping stages. Whatever stage you’re at…what are you waiting for?
Go forth and create.
Related Links and Reading
https://www.digitalmusicnews.com/2015/08/03/18-musicians-who-made-it-later-in-life/
I made a vlog about how you can use Bach to tidy up your brain and prepare you for practice. There’s also some brief discussion of the value of classical imagery versus ‘meme-ish’ caricatures. Don’t get me wrong I do love my memes. But there’s a world of difference between meat and potatoes vs. cheesecake and Scotch.
This vlog is very similar message-wise to this video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ogZ4vBgHd0
And this essay: https://fractaljournal.com/2018/01/02/classics-and-the-true-way/
Counterpoint: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4O6lc_ym12U
Keys and moods: https://www.artofcomposing.com/key-signatures-make-the-music
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I really like the recording quality I got with the little Focusrite kit that I bought. I also opted for using Ardour (an open source DAW) instead of ProTools. Just cause FREEDOM!
(Disclaimer: I’m not being paid by anybody. I just really love the ability to record fairly decent sounding takes without breaking the bank too much and hope sharing this will help others do the same. Go out and compare and contrast things, maybe you’ll find something better. But the most important thing is to just keep creating and having fun.)
Ray Manzarek gets fun:
I know it’s sort of cringy (to mention) but I find it great when people you admire and whose work you use as a benchmark have similar thought process and feelings to you.
Lyrics
Wasted days and
Golden rays of
Sunshine
When will I rise
and tow…
The drowning line
Long blonde hair
Wicker chair
and
Summer Wine
Such malaise
The milieu
It won’t be fine
A clumsy song about aging.