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Monday
Jul072008

424 Works

Tuned my harp from the standard 440 mhz to 424 mhz per Ra music approach.

It works.

Everything felt and sounded more grounded. Everything felt and sounded more resonant. It was fun to play some of the same stuff again because it sounded different. More rich.

Try it.

Saturday
Jun282008

The Names of Our Lives

Certain names seem to come into my life associated with certain times and with certain kinds of people.

There are the "John"'s. John Barrowman of Doctor Who and Torchwood. John Sheppard, a character on Stargate Atlantis. John Crichton, another great character on Farscape. John Doe, the character of ill-fated Fox series. John Ottman and John Williams – film composers. Oh yeah, and there's John, my dad.

There's "Peter." They all seem to be musicians and actors, too. Peter Gallagher. Peter Bradley Adams. Peter Gabriel. Peter, the guy I sailed with. Peter – the guy I met in England who was cool even if he spun a tale about jamming with Elton John for me the naïve Yank.

And "Michael." And this is where we seem to get into visionary territory. There's Mykal Aubry, the artist. There's Michael Margolis, founder of Thirsty-Fish and pretty powerful human being. There's Michael Garfield, another wonderful artist. Michael Danna, musician. Michael Hopper, musician.

For the ladies there's any derivation of "Jan." I have Janis, Janie, Janet and Jan in my life.

So I've come to believe that certain names imbue their namesakes with certain ways of being in the world. There's a cool book called The Sacred Power of Your Name. It's out of print, but copies exist here and there.

About "John" it says: Meaning = "God's gracious gift." This name has ties to ancient energies and past masters. … the "h" is the energy of the life breath being breathed anew. It is associated with the energies of initiation and the expression of energies and potentials in the physical world.

About "Peter" it says: Meaning = "Rock; strong in spirit." Those of this name have an energy that ties them to the lesson of building strength and new foundations.

About "Michael" it says: Meaning = "One who is like God." Those of this name have come to work with powerful energies and powerful life experiences. They have an inherent ability to manifest patience and prosperity through knowledge.

To me, hearing these names is like meeting an old friend again and again. Always there with me through life.

What names are in your life?

Monday
Jun232008

Juicing Up the Web

And I don't mean the computer kind. I heard a story on NPR last night about the death of a 44-year old Danish jazz musician in a scuba diving accident. They said his death "ended one of the truly innovative trios" in Europe.

My friend's father just died. Another's mother just died. Another's aunt just died. Heath Ledger died. Tim Russert just died.  George Carlin just died.

I think that the Universe must be deciding we need all these people's energy and stubborness and fire and spirit and wisdom plugged into the Web that connects us all. The Web is being energized. Juiced up. Amped up. Readied to support a quantum shift of the human race.

And the consciousness of all those people must have to be there. Driving this morning, I felt them all around me. They aren't gone. They're there, waiting to catch us and hold on tight when we fly by.

Saturday
Jun142008

Listening in 424

ramusic_ib_home.jpgOne of the most fascinating discoveries I made at the Global Sound Conference in May was meeting the founders of Ra Music.  Ra Music was created by Hollywood SFX producer and composer Alan Howarth. Alan co-led a workshop at the conference.

Basically, Ra Music is about the fact that most music is composed today to a man-made standard of A=440 so that people can play music with each other and be in tune with each other. Throughout history, "A" has equaled different frequencies in ancient cathedral organs or in world-renowned symphonies, anywhere from 415 to 445.

Alan and friends, through research in some pretty cool places, discovered that Nature creates sound with A=424. And, that music converted from 440 to 424 has a deeper resonance with our own natures. They built a little demo sound bubble for their exhibit space. I sat in it and heard the difference. It's profound. I got so excited I invited anyone walking by to sit down and hear the difference.

So I'm tuning my harp to 424 and we'll see what happens. As soon as I get my sampling equipment set up, I'll post some files on My Music page. If you have an electric keyboard where you can adjust the master tuning with the turn of a dial, as we did at Alan's booth, check it out for yourself. It's really, really cool! 

Thursday
Jun122008

A Donut for All Times

For some reason the other day I was thrown back to memories of acquiring and eating Spaulding Kruller donuts. I think it's because it's been a helluva work week. Nose to the grindstone and all that.

I just googled "Spaulding Kruller" and found a couple of other blog entries from people who grew up in upstate New York who remembered them equally fondly. They were a medium-sized donut that came in a red, white and blue (or was it just red and white)-striped box. But the kicker was the white sugar coating. It wasn't all powdery and flaky and soft, but rather more "together." I remember eating the sugar off the donut first, in strips, from the top center of the donut down to its butt and then all the way around. And then I'd eat the naked little dough part. Kind of like twisting open an Oreo and scraping off the white filling first.

Even more than the donut, though, I recall the process of going to buy the donut. I  remember walking down my street and across the bridge over the river and down the Main street to the store to buy them. Sometimes I rode my bike with the turquoise seat. Often without my parents' knowing, or at least I think they didn't. Sometimes my friend Mary and I would go together and share them on the walk back, leaning on the rusty railing of the iron bridge. Sometimes I'd eat them all myself. I'd hide them when I got home, counting how many were left before I tucked the box away and swearing revenge on any who disturbed them.

They were clandestine Kruller's. A guilty pleasure. And one whose sugary solace still stirs my soul.