The Telepathic Unicycle

So I’m sure you must be tired of waiting for the eventual world music symphony generated from the stuff in my basement. I am too. So whilst I restring my sarod, sitar, balalaika, mandolin and banjo, and as I dust off my violadulcimeraccordianpedalsteelguitar, I thought it best to throw up some more auditory excrement from my 4-track days.

Occasionally, I used to record things and name them according to my address at the time. After my initial move to the New York City area in 1996, I changed addresses quite frequently, so naming “songs” after locations without running out of names proved to be easier than you might think.

4 Roosevelt Street was the address of my friend Sam’s Grandmother in Long Island and my home for the first 3 months of my life in New York. And that is where I made this. Just me playing a heavily effected guitar to a drum sequence I made on my Alesis SR-16 drum machine. This is also about the time when I learned that if I switched the line/mic input switch to the “wrong” setting, I could make the drum machine sound distorted. You can also tell that at this time I was listening to entirely too much Underworld.

First of all, I’m sorry for the silence. I set out to do an interesting “experiment” or “project” with the self-imposed embargo on meaningless blog posts until I “compose a piece of music using every instrument I own” nonsense. Oh, I’m still gonna do that, mind you. But tonight, I give you another project. You all know the old saying: “the plumber’s house has leaky pipes” or “the cobbler’s children have no shoes” or “the veterinarian’s geckos have three legs…” Well, being that my wife and I run a television production facility, we have a surprisingly low inventory of quality video footage of our son.
That is to be no more!!! I hope you enjoy the fruits of our Lazy Sunday (Mother’s Day, 2008.)




Stay tuned for the other thing with the instrument stuff…I promise.