Sounds of the day.

So, new sounds. Sound comments?  I’m not sure about that.

The Wii has great sounds.  Whoever figured out how that system should sound should get an award.  It makes the machine feel right.

Also, there was the sound of bagpipes and drums today on 3rd or 4th avenue for St. Patricks Day. The sounds of Anthony B about a week ago were absolutely amazing.  Like hearing one of those club reggae records, live.  His show reproduced that sound impeccably.  There were no errors, no faults, pure energy.  To be honest, he had more energy to his show than David Byrne could muster at his, at the Benaroya Hall. You can see at the venue, the Columbia City Theatre, that the place was made for non-main acts.  The kind of second-stage acting that comedy gets aside from Drama.  It’s a truism, if you give comedy the same stages as the dramas, they become serious.  The stage sets the tone.  But for Anthony B, his show rocked me enough to keep me going on only 3 hours of sleep.  Seriously, if you ever here the fly girls from Kingston sing out, if you ever hear the bass player, the keyboardist, the drummer, set those Reggae tones on fire, you feel alive again.  And, for his show, he truly deserved a serious stage. Reggae can remain pure, even on a stage set for dramas, the love and peace of reggae does transcend typical, categorical binaries.  I would pay to see such a show…

But, this city, for some reason, makes me think of Jean Cocteau’s comparison of Paris and Vienna.  He called Vienna a city of sound.  As opposed to Paris, a city of eyes.  Accordingly, the air here is so light that it seems that it can accommodate a lot of sound.  Is it possible that this lightness somehow empties the air of sound?  Whatever it is, the city welcomes sounds with a constant feeling of quiet.  Almost celestially so.

Geographically, Ballard, however, has a buzz to it.  But Squire Park and Lake Washington do not.  For some reason, Belltown has a Buzz to it, too.  Downtown/Pioneer Square has a dual drone/siren aspect. Wallingford, a horn.  The U district seems to be screaming.  For some reason, Leschi seems to be incredibly loud, almost like the deafening silence of a Jarmouch Film.  Out by Rainier, Jenkins Park, you get the feeling that asphalt rules the waves….not a good sign.  Perhaps that’s what’s going on in Ballard too.  At least people here seem to have ears.  Perhaps that’s why the musicians stop by.

Speaking of sound, and sinus issues, it seems that the aspect of breath worth focus and control is the exhale, according to a tai chi practitioner I met over the weekend…  I can imagine that when one exhales correctly, sound can travel smoothly through the head to all parts of the brain, instead of sticking inside of some shallow depths of the ear canal.

But today, rain again.  This near silent rain.  Just enough to make things peaceful again.  There is something primordially soothing about this slow and calm rain that happens so frequently here.  As if the water itself was not in a hurry to reach the ground.  Water always goes to the lowest point.  An inch of water can hold up a battleship.  The wisdom of Tai Chi is also the wisdom of sound.



Well, here we go, the sound files of the century have arrived. If anything else they should somehow try to prove that audio, as it is, is an aesthetic, as thick as the paint on walls, or the smog in LA. Around, everywhere, penetrating everything. Tesla thought the world was just one big vibrator, of sound, that is, and well, he was probably right. So, every once in a while, I will sit from my post out in the -ether-net and send something down the pipeline to those that know the way here….

So, I leave you with the question, what sound does your head make? When you hear nothing, when you’re in the midst of silence, and you hear some ringing sound, what is it? High, low? Just what is that? And well, when does it feel the best.

Right now my mind feels like 10,000 unanswered questions ready to come forward, one after another, waiting for the pure ray of light to touch down.

Here we go.