Nashville, TN

Nashville! One of the three biggest music cities in the US, Nashville is positively brimming with musicians. I expected a great response from the playaz here.

But life is full of surprises. I only got three people interested in the project, and one of them decided he wasn’t interested when I couldn’t pay his full fee. Another one didn’t work out schedule-wise, so I was down to one person. That person was Don ‘DC’ Chamberlin, bassist.

DC, bassist.

I spent a pleasant morning/afternoon with Don laying down bass parts for several tunes. Don in particular was all over one of my older jazz/blues tunes, playing a part far better than the part I’d imagined. He also gave me a banana for breakfast. Thanks Don!

And that was that. Nashville.

“Why do you think the big cities seem to give you the littlest response, Zach?” asks Attractive Girl inquisitively.

My theory is that in the big music cities, most of the players are busy working, so they’re not out hunting for more work. Thus, they miss my ads and never even know I was there. I have no proof of that, but it seems to make sense in my head.

“Do you have any other interesting observations about Nashville?” she continues inquiring.

Why, yes. One other thing. Everywhere I’ve gone, the response from musicians has been one of excitement, mixed with a little bit of awe. They think the project is unusual and awesome and they are usually happy to be a part of it. Some pro players who usually play for money even donate their time. Nashville players, on the other hand, responded differently.

“How much does this gig pay?” asked one of them.

“Does this thing pay?” asked another. In fact, that was the entire text message. No introduction, just that.

This is not a judgement — I don’t think ill of musicians trying to make a living, in fact I rather think ill of people abusing musicians by asking them to pay for free since it’s just “having fun.” If I had backing for this project I would pay all the players. But since I’m paying for this project myself and I’m already going broke buying gas, I have to rely on the awesomeness of the project, involvement with lots of other great musicians nationwide, convenience of participation, and the publicity the project will generate to draw in the musicians. And that was not enough for some of the Nashville peeps.

“Hmmm, interesting,” muses Attractive Girl. “Will you pay me for being Attractive?”

NEXT: The ham is birming!

“Hey, you didn’t answer me.”

Knoxville, TN

Before we commence with the text-only Knoxville section, I would like to describe a happening peep I chanced to rendezvous with en the route to Knoxville — Jeremiah Nave, owner of East Coast Mobile Recording. He has the coolest truck I have ever seen in my life:

Jeremiah and the coolest truck in the known world.

Movie Preview Man: It looked like an ordinary truck…

But inside are all kinds of goodies, including a complete recording studio. Definitely check it out in more detail on his website, linked above. It’s kind of like the Lovemobile times 10. Or, squared. Or times ten and then squared. Yes.

(Lovemobile * 10)^2

They both look nondescript, but inside are some serious technological goodies. I was pretty awestruck.

Jeremiah contacted me because he thought my project was awesome, and since he was kind of on the way for me, I made a bit of a jaunt through the Tennessee mountains to pay him a visit. He was showing me around his place when we came across a pretty amazing organ in his garage. He has one of the rarest leslies around for it too, which sounds appropriately trashy, as a good leslie should. He told me about a recording artist who denied that Jeremiah actually had this leslie, since he thought he had the only one left. Ha. Look at this picture, recording artist!

One rare leslie, two nice mics.

When he turned it up to a nice garage-floor-vibrating level, the tubes got nice and warm.

This picture makes a certain type of person happy.  You know who you are.

Of course, once we had dialed in some great sounds, I had to get this organ recorded, so Jeremiah let me include his organ on my project.

Recording some sick organ sounds!

From there it was off to Knoxville, where due to my forgetting to take pictures the world was text-only. Let’s begin now.

Knoxville! Oddly enough, sometimes referred to by locals as Knoxvegas. Actually, some people in Nashville said that too -- Nashvegas. Can you just add "vegas" to placenames like that? I guess I'm from Omavegas, NE. Anyway, I arrived in Knoxville in time to meet my host for a late dinner.

"Who was your host?" asks AG. "And hey -- why does everything look funny? And why aren't there any pictures??"

Calm down, Girl. The funny-looking-ness is temporary. Everything will be back to normal after Knoxville. And my host was my buddy since high school, Paul Coker. We haven't actually seen each other in a number of years, so it was great to reconnect with him and his snappy wife Kris. (Snappy in the "quick perceptive skills" sense, of course.) Paul and I had good times over some fine tex-mex before joining forces with fellow Couchsurfer Julia Zagaya. She and her friend were over at a bar to listen to one of their friends play some music.

Paul and I continued the tradition of great times by also having great times with Julia and her friend. Do you like how I keep talking about this person as a "friend"? That's because I can't remember her name. I'll just come right out and say it.

After a pleasant night's sleep on Paul's couch, I met up with Neel, a guy with a long Indian name that I can't remember so I'll just write Neel.

"Dang," says AG, shaking her head. "You can't remember pictures, Julia's friend's name, Neel's name... I bet you can't even remember the capital of Poland!"

Hey! That should be capitol with an 'o'! HA! Gotcha!

"sigh"

Is it Krakow?

"No, but it used to be. It's Warsaw."

Dang. Anyway, I met up with Neel, a reasearcher at UT who is also a multi-instrumentalist who plays awesome music with a very sensitive, meditative bent. He recorded some guitar, voice, and hand drums for me. I learned a bit about Indian music as well, in particular some interesting things about modes -- which modes apply to which emotions and topics, which is not the same feeling or sense that Western ears have for those modes.

This topic came up because, of course, I wanted him to do a "romantic longing" introduction to a song in Mixo b2 b6, which he didn't feel as easily as he would have if the song were in regular old major. Super interesting.

After that, Neel recommended an excellent Turkish restaurant, where Paul joined up with us again, and where I had an absolutely fantastic beef kabob! Mmmmm.

NEXT: Normalcy returns to the blog, as we re-enter the world of words accompanied by pictures.

North Carolina

North Carolina! The state of a mysteriously disappearing English settlement, the Calabash cooking style, and the Wright Brothers. Also the state of many missed connections (and I’m not talking about the “missed connections” category on Craigslist, although that would be hilarious). I had about seven people to contact in North Carolina, but I ended up meeting only two of them. Some people never got back to me in time, and some people I didn’t get to in time. Alas.

Let’s start with my host, fellow Couchsurfer and antique car owner Paul MaGee.

Paul, proud owner of Fluffy.

Paul had offered the services of his 1970 Plymouth Fury for recording a good engine sound, so when I arrived in the Raleigh area I headed over there to meet him. Unfortunately on the way there it started raining, and his rule was that the car, being an old convertible, does not go out in the rain, a rule which I understand completely.

So, without a sweet old car to record, we instead spent a pleasant evening chatting about this and that. A few interesting things about Paul:

  • He has many house plan books. When the books were not taunting me themselves, wanting me to waste many hours looking at them, Paul was taunting me with them himself.
  • His car is named Fluffy. He has a “Friends of Fluffy” group on Facebook. I am a member.

Next morning, I was off to nearby Durham to record with Ken Ray Wilemon, a percussionist and all-around cool musical dude.

Ken Ray shaking it like a polaroid picture.

We spent a highly enjoyable afternoon putting down various percussion goodies on a handful of songs. One trick in his bag is that he sometimes runs some of his hand drums through a delay pedal for all kinds of strange and interesting effects, so we got some of that bizarre loopy-sounding goodness on the project as well.

Ken Ray and the Toys.

From there, it was off to Knoxville, TN, which was to prove both productive and text-only.

NEXT: Knoxville in letters.

Virginia

The next day I had Virginia on my mind!

“Not Georgia?” you wonder, while also wondering how you came to be one of my narrative devices.

No, not Georgia. She will be on my mind later. On this day, it was Virginia. I drove down to Bristow, VA (not far at all from DC) and met up with my old college friend Brandon West.

Brandon getting funky with the bjukuleriphone.

He recorded a healthy smattering of things for me, because oh my goodness — look at that room. He has a room in his house which is full of odd instruments. His father is military and always brought back unusual instruments from his travels abroad, eventually accumulating a significant pile of instruments. Look at this:

Solid gold TIME.

That, my friends, is called “hours of fun for everyone.” Check out Brandon breaking it down on the dulciflangitar:

Oh wait this is a zithanjo. Please, someone make this two into a little gif animation.

Brandon also does an absolutely amazing cricket impression. So I also recorded that.

Then, foolishly leaving behind my favorite hat, I headed south to Williamsburg, sometimes called “colonial Williamsburg” due to its historically colonial nature. It was indeed quite historic.

But I didn’t go there for the history. I went there to meet a cool dude named Christian Amonson, who is an organ student and has access to several pipe organs around the city. He is a sound engineer as well as a multi-instrumentalist.

Christian manning the kit.

I got there in time to hang out with him and some of his friends, then, after sleeping at his place, we arose determined to record a bunch of stuff. We first recorded a smattering of drums, then headed off to a church with a large pipe organ:

A nice set of pipes on that thing.

Oh yeah.

So we set up all the stuff and then some other guy came in to use the organ so we instead went off to see an amazing concert by a guy who plays the glass armonica, an instrument invented by Beethoven.

“I’m pretty sure Beethoven didn’t invent any instruments,” you say, because you are smart. “It was probably Da Vinci. He invented a lot.”

(Sweet new technique — flatter my readers by making them appear as super smart narrative devices.)

Okay, so it was invented by Leonardo da Vinci, or “Vince” as I like to call him. Anyway, it’s a long cork dowel attached to a spinning wheel, with all kinds of glass bowls of different sizes attached to it. Once you get it spinning, you can moisten your finger and touch it to the edge of the spinning bowl to get a nice ringing sound.

“Um, guys?” says Attractive Girl. “The glass armonica was invented by Benjamin Franklin.”

Well, I guess that’s why her first name is Attractive. Franklin it is. Anyway, this guy’s concert was awesome, he also played a handful of other amazing instruments that use ringing glass as the primary sound generator. Check him out! The crystal bachet in particular is an amazing instrument.

I asked him if he had time that day to record any of his glass instruments for my project, but alas, he was unable to make time in his busy day on short notice. I do hope to encounter another glass armonica player somewhere though; the sound was definitely unique.

Then we were back here:

Christian next to a vital organ.

Christian had a ridiculously nice Shoeps mic which we used to record the organ in a mid-side configuration. It was my first time learning about this micing technique and it seemed pretty conceptually awesome. The results were pretty aurally awesome too.

Christian rocking it out on the pipes.

We spent a while coming up with a contrapuntal Bach-esque part for a song, then recorded it, in four parts: melody, harmony, chords, pedals. Each part had its own huge sound with the natural reverb of the sanctuary. It was huge and awesome.

I just noticed that Christian is really getting into that organ playing. Let’s zoom in for a closer look:

Great musicians are set apart by the things which aren't notated.

NEXT: Carolina gets on my mind, pushing off Virginia to become king of the mindhill!

Washington, DC (For Real)

Okay, let’s give this another shot. Narrative devices, are you all set to not interrupt me?

“That’s right!” they all say together.

Great. So, Washington DC! The trip to the city began with a visit to my host, an awesome CS dude named Francis Kim. He had a very nice place right at the entrance to Chinatown. He also had a nice view from his 11th floor balcony:

Night Day

Fran hooked me up with the sweet eats while I was there. Seriously, I ate a like a king. The King of Goodfoodland, in case you were wondering which King.

I hung out with Francis that night, and the next day I was off to record Jose Vanegas, a percussionist who lives in the Virginia DC suburbs.

Jose, congaista

Jose was very friendly and conversive, a pleasure to work with, and a skilled percussionist. He plays with salsa bands around DC, and has a great sense of energy in his playing. We recorded some congas (above) and some bongos (below).

Jose, bongoista

I was fueling up on the way back when I noticed some dead grass hanging from the corner of my front bumper. I went to remove it, but I noticed it seemed to be attached to something. There was more dead grass and stuff in there. I continued to pull and more and more material kept coming out.

Removing a pile of debris.

When I looked more closely, I saw feathers and such in there. And the way it was all tangled together, I realized it was not just random debris that collected in there. It was a bird’s nest. In my bumper.

There are feathers in there.

That pile you see is just the beginning. I pulled even more out, but I stopped after cutting my finger open on the inside edge of the bumper. So, there is still some residual bird’s nest in my bumper. Who knows how long it’s been there!

That evening Francis was having a dinner party with his friends, and he informed me that I was most welcome to join. I had made arrangements to meet a friend for dinner, but he informed me that friend was most welcome too. So I informed my friend that he was most welcome, and we all had fun at Fran’s!

Francis and friends.

“Excuse me,” says Attractive Girl politely. “May I ask a question here?”

Why yes, narrative device, you may.

“Who is this friend, and why didn’t you take a picture of him?”

Ah, that is two questions but I’ll give you a two-for-one deal. The friend in question is one James Bosworth (a.k.a. Boz), former suitemate at Washington U in St. Louis. He also writes a terrifically interesting political blog dealing in particular with Latin American issues. He actually landed his current job due to that blog. Way to go, Bloggings by Boz!

I had a great time catching up with him, and it was far too soon when he had to return to his home, but he was always a morning person. Like, early morning. Like, “good morning Zach” “goodnight Boz” early.

I drove all around DC and saw a lot of the sights close up, but I forgot to get pictures, so I’ll leave you with a picture I took when I remembered I should be taking DC pictures.

“Excuse me-”

Yes? You know what? This “polite narrative devices thing” isn’t working out. Just go ahead and interrupt if you feel the need to ask something.

“Okay. I just wanted to mention that you never answered my second question.”

Oh, that’s right. I didn’t take a picture of Boz because he is terrifically good-looking and I don’t want to make myself look bad by comparison.

“Is that a joke?”

Of course not. … Yes?

“Did you actually just forget again?”

Sigh. Yes. He is pretty good looking though, for someone who is not an Asian girl.

“I guess that means I’m Asian then?”

In my brain you are. But in others’ brains you are whatever they like most.

“Sweet!”

Yeah. Okay, here’s that picture.

The Streets of DC

Washington, DC

I went to Columbia! The District of, that is. Haha!

“That wasn’t even funny,” says a random passerby, who is decidedly unattractive.

Well, you would probably think it was funny if you were attractive.

“I don’t think that was funny either,” says Attractive Girl, looking very attractive.

Dang. Well, irregardlessly, I went to DC.

“‘Irregardlessly’ is not a word,” points out AG.

Will you all be quiet and let me write my blog??

“You should just use ‘regardless’ or ‘notwithstanding.'”

Fine.

“I’m just saying.”

Okay. Can I continue now?

Good. So I went to the capital of our great nation and-

“Should be capitol with an ‘o’…” mumbles AG.

-saw many great national — wait, how can you tell what spelling I’m using?? Aren’t you a narrative device, i.e. it’s like we’re having a conversation?

“Good point. You know,” she says, “I really don’t know how I can tell. You’re the one who made me up. Maybe you have MPD.”

A Morbid Propensity for Disaster? I doubt that would-

“No, Multiple Personality Disorder.”

Oh… really? Do you think I might?

“I strongly doubt it,” growls Mr. Yerfulovit. “But that would be just like him, wouldn’t it?” turning to Attractive Girl for support.

“It seems like the kind of ailment he would falsely claim,” she agrees.

You guys! Stop ganging up on me! I’m trying to write about Washington DC!!

“We can write about it too, since we went there with you!” says a mob of nearby teenagers.

“It’s true,” points out the unattractive passerby from the beginning of this post. “We have just as much claim to write about things as you do, since we are all here in your head. The head,” he adds meaningfully, “which traveled to all these places.”

Well, gee… you’re right, Unattractive Passerby. Maybe I should let you guys write this one then?

“Sweet!” says the mob of teenagers.

“Hey guys!” says one of them. “Watch this!”

Note from Attractive Girl: The rest of this post was written by the uncontrolled mob of teenagers. It became insanely large and largely insane, so it was then edited for brevity by Mr. Yerfulovit. When he was done editing, there was nothing left except a couple words:

rabid bunnies

monument

Everyone was pretty happy with this post, in fact it got posted, but I used my Attractiveness to get Zach to give me editing privileges on this post, so I could write this explanation for you. I think all of us narrative devices learned our lesson here. Or, even if we didn’t, the lesson was still clear — narrative devices shouldn’t become narrators. Did you hear me, teenagers?

“Yeah, yeah,” they admit, shuffling their feet. Then one of them whispers “rabid bunnies” and they start snickering.

NEXT: Zach writes about Washington DC without getting interrupted.