Showing posts with label Messing around. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Messing around. Show all posts

Monday, August 22, 2011

The Advancement of Sound


Dear…Bang,
I’ve located a first edition, Beatles Please, Please me
That I’ll trade, for Amazing Fantasy #15
The book beloved by many, 
The one were webs first learned to fly

I took the book in fairly good
I wrapped it in polyurethane sheaths
Ensuring the quality would then keep
I took the package to a man I met back some months at Comic-con
He owned technology that would change our lives
Technology that would push our fledgling idea forward
Everything that I hope becomes
Hinges solely here upon

He saw the book and his eyes betrayed
Any chance of leverage he might have tried to play
I took far less than market value
Yet gained his trust and learned much more
The secret to dampening noise in ear
This, my friend, is that detail
The one you needed to hear


You said return with a process unveiled
So I return to you now,
With a plan I deem perfect
Perfection in precise detail
Enabling our vision legs and feet
A vision that shall take us there
In so, legends we’ll become as well

Signed: your friend Oluf’s son

Just having a little fun today.  I was thinking about all the technological advancements we've achieved as a society, and the rapid expanse taking place the past 30 or so years.  Anyhow, I thought to myself, about all those stories regarding the beginnings of these massive empires and life-changing products and inventions.  From Googles story to Apple's, to Pixar and on and on.  

There's a number of reasons for each of these and other companies successes, some much less dramatic than others, but nevertheless each case is extremely interesting, well at least I feel that way.  So I decided to make one of these stories up.  I played around with bartering systems that sometimes occur when companies bootstrap in their early days.  I thought, what would a letter look like perhaps between two of the pioneers of audio equipment.  As it turns out this particular company started back in 1925, so much of what I wrote doesn't hold any shred of believability, but in any case the premise for the piece still holds true.  

What would an early conversation look like between two people, that, through their creation(s), shaped and changed the way we do or see things today?   Anyhow it's something I find interesting and thought I'd share this write here today.

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Lemmings


Just thought I'd have a little fun today, well, er, actually last night but nonetheless.  Anyhow, this would completely be an outtake if the poetry world were operated similarly to the music industry.  Just something I threw together while listening to some Sinatra.  Yep, it's true, while I am a self-proclaimed evangelist for Metal, I also like many other types of music as well.  Anyhow, I'm pretty sure you'll figure the song, despite the obvious digression or two I took. 


Doo be doo be doo
Dah dah da da
Doo be doobie do

Snow is swirling from the wind
The ground has grown mighty thin
Yet they continue
Marching through the ice

Lemmings filing through the cold
No time for loving, no time to know
Just disgruntled songs and rhythmic shuffling
Of feet, webbed and soft
Pushing forms in directions lost

Dangers but a dance away
A slow and moving touch of grey
Can't help but get cold
When you’re marching through the ice

…Death was but a ledge away
For those marching through the ice

Doobie doobie do
Doo bee do be doo