
Yes, I’m enjoying the new collaborative novel, The Book of Elsewhere, from Keanu Reeves and China Miéville

Yes, I’m enjoying the new collaborative novel, The Book of Elsewhere, from Keanu Reeves and China Miéville
As I joked last week, while there is a movie about synthesizers titled I Dream of Wires, the truth of the matter is closer to the notion that I can’t sleep because I can’t stop thinking about wires. This is true such that I need to cut off using my synthesizers by the time dinner starts. If I go much later, then ideas start forming in my head — cue the Time Bandits memes — that are hard to shut off, much harder to shut off than is a synthesizer itself. The many little lights and screens on my synth fade and go dark, but the ideas linger.
What if I limit signal W such that signal X fluctuates at a slower pace? What if I route sound Y into my laptop, so I can process it before sending it back out to my synth to become sound Z? Should I take the time to remove module A from my synth so I can tweak the jumper settings, thus altering the underlying sonic physics of what it is capable of? Wow, what if I split signal B into signals C and D and do slightly different things to them and then recombine them? Why isn’t module E connecting to module F the way I expected it to?
This last one is a very recent and real example. I have a module E that I have set up to process inputs from my guitar, which we’ll call instrument G. It turns out that module E has only four inputs, and I need six, which is where module F comes in. I checked in on two different forums, and people were both certain but not entirely certain about the answer. I subsequently read a heap of posts on various other forums, none of which precisely answered my quite precise question.
I should pause here and say that if this sounds draining, if it sounds like exactly why you don’t want to use synthesizers, then please don’t; however, to be clear, I find it fascinating and educational and enjoyable.
This time around, I went so far as to email the creator of both module E and F to get a sense of how they are intended to connect. I promised the creator of those modules that I would eventually write a blog post about my employment of the modules, so that a specific answer to my question — by no means an esoteric question, not within the confines of the esoteric-ish realm in which I was asking it, a realm that once you’re in it no longer feels esoteric — would eventually likely become searchable on the internet. I received a helpful response. I now understand how modules E and F connect.
How synthesizer thinking keeps me up at night isn’t how playing guitar is for me. I can practice right up until I put my head down on my pillow, and I sleep fine. This isn’t how writing is for me. I can write until late — though I generally don’t, though I will jot down ideas quite close to bedtime, and do so almost nightly — and I can still sleep fine. The ideas I jot down are just that, possibilities I want to explore, much as the wiring of my synthesizers are manifestations of ideas. But writing out ideas doesn’t impact my ability to sleep — writing this very post won’t impact my ability to sleep — whereas with synthesizers there is a direct correlation between fiddling with them too late, and not being able to sleep. I don’t understand the distinction. I’m not sure I ever will.
“Sometimes it turns into a production kata, sometimes it’s a history lesson, sometimes it’s a subversion of muscle memory. It’s just what I need.”
That is Coraline Ada Ehmke on what the Disquiet Junto has supplied. It’s a rewarding summary statement.
I do this manually at the end of each week: collating most of the recent little comments I’ve made on social media, which I think of as my public scratch pad. I also find knowing I will revisit my posts to be a positive and mellowing influence on my social media activity. I mostly hang out on Mastodon (at post.lurk.org/@disquiet), and I’m also trying out a few others. And I generally take weekends off social media.
▰ First passing siren of the week
▰ Inevitably after guitar class I write down a bunch of notes on what I’ve learned, and then the only fool*-proof way to find my pick is to stand up and wait for it to fall to the floor
*me being the fool in this equation
▰ Again, it’s not, in fact, “I Dream of Wires.” It’s: “I was using my modular synth too late and then I couldn’t sleep because I couldn’t stop thinking about wires.”
▰ Apparently this artist lived backwards in time (at Stanford Cantor). And yes, as a friend pointed out, kinda love the “a copy of a copy.”

▰ Fun fact: Even when the editor likes your essay a lot and has only made minor edits to it, managing those edits in Track Changes can take a confusing hour-plus. By the end, it becomes the punctuation equivalent of Where’s Waldo.

New machine in the house