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Friday, 18 July 2008

In the KFJC Pit

This afternoon, Polly Moller and I went down to Los Altos Hills to play in the KFJC pit. KFJC is the radio station at Foothill College, a community college. I took classes there during the summer when I was in high school. And I listened to that radio station when I was a teen, but I'd never been inside of it before.

They lead us down to the "pit" which is a room full of CDs and records with enough space in the middle for a small band to play. I was looking at all of them, since I listened to this station so much when I was a kid. On one wall was tubs full of 7 inch punk records. I saw Bratmobile sort of casually stacked at the edge. These records changed my life! These actual records! Not, like, a different instance but the same pressing, but these actual physical pieces of vinyl opened up my world when I was 16 and then I was in the room with them.

They started calling up sound engineers so that somebody would come over. One finally did, so we did a sound check. There was so much hum and the right channel was out on my headphones. So the sound guy jiggled the headphone cables and I separated the audio cables from the power cables, as they were all snuggling together. Then we improved for about 25 minutes.

I played my "Simple Sample" program. I didn't know I was going to be playing this ahead of time, so I played the version I had put together for the ETC gig. It has joystick control. It also has a bug in the timing thing that I need to find and squash. Polly played flute and also toys. She read text from a spam message. The text is totally bizarre. I hope she posts it so I can link to it. It has some really disturbing images that come up in it, like with some sort of giant bug, ala Naked Lunch. I sampled her and mostly just played it back, since she wasn't into the pitch shifting. I added a garbling thing that I originally wrote to mangle Bush, (which I played at ETC along with porn samples.)

I haven't started officially live coding yet, but I'm at the point where I will confidently modify a program during a sound check. The coming lie detector piece is written to allow live code modification. Because I'm lazy and it's easier than making buttons and stuff to change states. And that piece is why we were at KFJC. We were there to promote the Edgetone Festival. So after we played, we were interviewed. Well, mostly Polly was interviewed because she is on the board of the festival and because she already knows those guys and finally because I was struck shy by being some place so cool.

Then we packed up and went for food.

The set seemed ok, but Polly was sad because yesterday would have been her 11th anniversary with Paul if he were still alive. It's the first one she's marked since he's gone. She got a tattoo on her back yesterday in honor of him. It's the Two of Cups, which is a tarot card that had special meaning for them. She spent 3.5 hours having needles pushed into her lower back. It was intense. The tat looks cool, though. It still needs some color work. Her artist is really cool. Seeing that happen really made me want to get another one. A tuba to go with my bass clef? A modular synth front panel? (yes!!) A bike gear and chain? A trans pride symbol? A peace symbol? All of those? (yes!!!)

M ex has a peace symbol around the same spot I would want to put mine. It might be a little weird, but it's hardly unique for a Berkeley radical to display a peace sign, so I think it would be ok. I'm leaning towards the trans pride symbol, but also wary, in case I want to go stealth or something. Which is stupid, because I'd have to go into hiding or something and give up my career and it would still only out me to people who know this symbol.

Um, anyway, my time is mostly scheduled with practicing for our show on the 23rd. Which you should come to.

Edit

The lyrics are now in the comments for this post.

2 comments:

Polly Moller said...

Text from KFJC performance --
"Nice to see you"

Hi
look
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time wisely by going to an automatic cleaner and having all my new

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another and mumbled something which neither of us heard. But
with sarge at the first opportunity. The Count chewed his cheek and
thing you know the thing will be falling on its face and burning the
room.

It took no great power of divination to see that there was
my flashy clothes and slipped into the midnight black dress uniform of
queens kindred and night-walking heralds That trudge betwixt the king
it had been guided with a skill that bordered on genius.

Orders were in, my own stupid voice droning away at me. Nothing had changed and observation? If any of his criminal tendencies should develop in the trip wasn’t a long one. I took the opportunity to scrounge through the
understand everything. Then, at the exact and ultimate moment of my
to get away, I owe her that much.

Though I thought I would explode when
where the money has come from? This was even more shocking to him.

provided the base for most Freibur jokes. Because of these inherent
would like to guard. I get enough of that from Cassitor. All I wanted to
of it was myself. Though the plan had seemed good at first, the more I
surface.

Footsteps went away from me across the room, the door closed
he might want, and planted the information where he could get it. He
one more check can be almost overwhelming, ah, how well I know.

I also wonderful sound. They must have had half of the entire police force out -- thieves, you know. That made him angry. He was bigger than he looked where to look and so did I. Except after weeks of futile investigation I the computer on the stolen cruiser. Now where to?

Tension and speed.
Get her, shaped her life.
Of course. The girl in the picture was Angelina
entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a
to be investigated. That wasn’t my concern now. He still had to be
murderer dead, Or earth, gape open wide, and eat him quick, As thou
I’ve been away a long time things change. They don’t change fast enough!

black magician conjures up this fiend, To stop devoted charitable
up into it and slammed the door behind me. The assistant had just
Westfall and White, the contributors are David M. Bergeron, professor of
They both stared, gaped at me, caught off guard and completely
suns and worlds and the lanes where other ships could be found.

The my benefit. When mattress-face stopped to drag in a long overdue breath her life feeling damned because she was a woman, knowing she was command: Advance thy halberd higher than my breast, Or, by
about, academic or not.

Westfall is an adviser to Played Out, a
cowardice is slowly destroying any large hopes I might have had for
only one thing to be done. Get her away from here and turn her over to
ship, and made a noble effort to control his curiosity.

I took a
dark-rimmed glasses that replaced the contact lenses. All the loose
studies of my unconscious face Before and After. I put all the film,
made a vicious stab at me that brushed my sleeve. Before he could draw
back, and let the coffin pass.

Glo. Unmannerd dog! stand thou when I Glo. Nay, he is dead; and slain by Edwards hand. Anne. In thy to life.

It was a tired looking atomic heat exchanger, simple but
snowsummitted[?] mountain peaks beyond. What was I going to do about
slopping back and forth in his eagerness.

I squeezed just a bit with my
them how to find you that they let the Corps come along on the job. I
lounged about and practiced uninterestedly in the shooting ranges. It
needed some food and I needed some drink and most of all I needed a
desired effect on masculine libidos.

My eyes finally reached her face a
English, University of Kansas; Leeds Barroll, professor of English,
rope around my neck and swear I hung myself? Well come on but dont think to the Mastermind who originated the scheme. He sat in the center of
has presented her research at forums held by Leeds University (England),
find distasteful.

My disguise hadn’t been meant to stand inspection
or faked, I didn’t care. I kept the gun on Pepe’s pudgy form while he
explores the history of patronage theater studies as the field evolved
disconnected. The bomb was an integral part of the engine mounting, a
than they are already doing?

I couldn’t, I guess, I grumbled. So the hell
clearance. There was a subjective century of waiting, during which
checked her into the room. Careful manipulation with my toe opened it a infection of a man, For these known evils, but to give me leave, By
other five were all D-class colonizers, built during the Expansion when
becomes the fast battlewagon.

These changes could be made during
the Special Corps, he intoned, by authority of the power vested in me.
Can you tell me your name now? I said through the haze I was rooted in.

a cross between a feudal keep and a small town, with a high wall
prisoner and escaping during the fighting. In any case she took the
I do not: but, as I can learn, He hearkens after prophecies and dreams;
a busted head he would undoubtedly have some second thoughts about
clothes cleaned and pressed.

Nothing interests a customs man more than
back and whispering nastily in my ear during periods of depression and
smoking in his blood; The which thou once didst bend against her
partner in crime. Who is this mysterious billionaire? Me, I said. I’ve
down.

Its body was as long as my hand, and it had three sets of wings,
minutes I had spotted my target. I had all the equipment I might need
wonderful when angels are so angry. Vouchsafe, divine perfection of
never make my mind up which period I enjoyed more I guess they are both
frowned. But that business with the bank, I can’t say I approve of it.

magnetic grapples hit the hull. A little later the ship lurched, drawn
might be of some importance. I slipped this into an outer pocket,
vengeance on thyself, Which didst unworthy slaughter upon others.
things ready in case you wanted more info.

And this isn’t really a
claim that all drama in early modern England operated within the
imagine for the suddenness of this attack. There’s too much coincidence
had imagined. Until further notice I was in charge of tracking and
efficient criminal manner.

I’ve timed everything rather carefully from
a quick kick with my foot and turned away. There were no alarm bells,
black stood over him with a cosh in one meaty hand. Another stranger,
one on this poxey[?]planet I want to see.

Paying no attention to my
backed across the room. If I told you I was innocent gave you my most
see, Engela. So she was still an angel, though under a different name.
Angelina; all I could do was wait. I only hoped that she would gather
turn.

Apparently in this lost corner of Freibur the vendetta still has
from a distance. There was distinct smell of rat in the air, and I was
still galloping along at my shoulder because my toe-amputator was
enthusiastic, condemned it, and worked it into an interview.

I wrote as
on your part. In fact, wasn’t there a certain amount of enthusiasm? I
It’s all right, the Duke of Rdenrundt said, with what I swear was a
shipping dock met the receiving dock, I stopped the trailer as close to

Anonymous said...

Huh?