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Vinyl Recorder has an interesting graphic on how groove modulation works. Check out the home page, too—VR sells DIY cutters!
John Marks sends along this article about the Fred J. Cooper Memorial Organ, a 32-ton, 6398-pipe, three-story organ that I, for one, am going to have to make a sonic destination. Be sure to visit the photo essay and other links while you're reading about the Cooper organ—there's a ton of fascinating information there.
Thanks, John!
Being addicted, or even just a fan of The New York Times means you have to suss out the necessary assumptions and become expert at translating what's really going on there. Even overlooking the woeful sports section and regular incidents of pathetic pandering—a recent travel piece by Robert Kennedy Jr. comes to mind—the institutional psychoses and attitude, subtle as they may be, that the paper infuses, again ever so delicately, into everything is quite amazing.
As a fan, I have to say that while all that is very real, there is still much to marvel over (sometimes good, sometimes bad)…
Elizabeth is leaving us, and she doesn't care.
She says, "Oh, I might stop for a second and think, 'Wow, I bet they'd really love this view, too, but I promise you: I won't be worrying about how the ad pages look.'"
It'll only be two weeks. She's going on vacation. But still: Two weeks without our managing editor? Two weeks without Elizabeth? Who knows what could happen? Without a woman to keep us tidy, on time, and tucked in, things might just get a little bit rough around here.
"Elizabeth," says JA, "when you get back, we'll still be wearing the same clothes,…
I wrote this guy off back in the 1980s, when he essentially dismissed audiophiles as kooks—and this from a computer geek? But, by God, this is worth reading.
Some unnamed genius has been blogging the Trojan War, and Achilles is now dead. Of course, he's been dead for centuries, but mother of Zeus, it seems so immediate this way.
Actually, I have to say that blogging strikes me as the bardic tradition of the 21st century—only that seems way too pompous. So, I won't.
Well, no—but here's a handy chart showing you how animal sounds are portrayed in different languages. In Japanese, Huckleberry would be purring, "Goro goro."
I read The San Francisco Gate every morning as part of my my get-ready-to-work ritual, mostly, I admit, for Jon Carroll's fine column, which teaches that wit and grace mean that you don't actually have to have anything to write about (but when he does have something to write about, it's always a corker). Now I've added the link below, which traces the adventures of reporters Lance Williams and Mark Fainaru-Wada, who had the audacity to break the BALCO juicing scandal.
"Their stories on the doping scandal, published in 2004, helped lead to congressional hearings on steroid use in baseball,…
Big Rock Candy Mountain ruminates on the immigration issue and posts MP3 files of Woody Guthrie's "This Land Is Your Land" and Billy Bragg's "Waiting For the Great Leap Forward." What a perfect post: Passion, good writin', and great polemics.
You go, BRCM!
Well, Elizabeth is off to Italy. Ciao, bella!
In her absence, we're making as much sense as a bag of hammers. Clifton's letting loose tears of poesy, Buddha's revealing the mysteries of the JA–Vinci Code while "being played" by both Keira Knightley and Scarlett Johansson, and I'm pee–ing pure gold.
Ah, sweet life. I love you, love.
Over in MPS land, we've posted three new remixes of classic tracks originally recorded by Antonio Valenti of Hinchkraft Studios. These little darlings are so darn old, I don't even remember recording them. That doesn't say…