Quandary

With the launch of a second aircraft project, it may be time to spin off the MNI Aircraft Works into a separate blog, and return Swamptooth to its original raison d'etre, music.  Hmm.

Phase 2 of MNI Heavy Aircraft Industries

http://www.sonexaircraft.com/aircraft/waiex.html.

To my complete surprise and delight, Bill informed me today that he ordered the tail kit for my birthday!

Other major events today:

1) Kent, who was the first person on scene when the Bearhawk arrived, and who has been great fun to hang out with over the past year, took a large part of his day to walk us through the puzzling array of tools we received. I'm not sure that I've seen anyone in a field possess such an in-depth knowledge of almost every item in a tool kit.

2) The Great BatmobileTM vs Airplane Of Our Choosing Race was formalized after a contentious battle over terms. The opposing party, dressed in a red jacket of questionable pedigree (possibly stolen from a waiter or the recently deceased Michael Jackson) is now in a heated wager with the keepers of this blog. Stay tuned for details.

3) Discussion of the formation of MNI Party Barge, LLC, a Nevada Corporation, was entered into. This would complete our domination of air, land and sea. Not to mention sound. The discussion was tabled for a later date.

The Great Gig in the Sky

Today we're in (supposedly) the worst financial crisis since the twenties. Funny how that sort of once-in-a-lifetime superlative seems to crop up pretty often. Sort of like lunar eclipses and close approaches of Mars.

None of it bothers me as much as the passing of Richard Wright, dead today from cancer at age 65. If you don't like Pink Floyd, you're excused now; I don't really want to talk to you anyway. I swear to God, five minutes before I found out (ten minutes ago), I was hearing a Pink Floyd song in my head as I drove up to my house. The song was "Welcome to the Machine." Why that song at this time? Probably because it was my oldest son's first day of preschool.

You've been in the pipeline filling in time
Provided with toys, and scouting for boys

My guess is that Richard Wright will begin to get more recognition. I can't say that he was some groundbreaking genius or pioneer synthesizer musician, although maybe he was. He wasn't the main songwriter in Pink Floyd, though he did write a bunch of good stuff. What places him in the pantheon for me, though, and occasions a deep sigh and a dark mood with his passing, is his piano playing throughout The Dark Side of the Moon. If it's possible to reach across the anonymous void and attain certain knowledge that you are not alone in the universe, the expressiveness of Richard Wright's playing in the song "Us and Them" gets it done. Like the individual notes are reaching right into your brain and triggering synapses that tap directly into your soul, almost as an extension of the instrument. That quality is exceedingly rare in any music.

Sad, too, how he was treated callously by his bandmates from The Wall on.

I was pleasantly surprised when Pink Floyd put the old rancor behind them to reunite for Live 8, and genuinely moved by their performance in a way that could not be explained by the pretty-darn-good musical standard maintained.

Why does it happen that fantastic bands so often fall into fratricidal behavior that leaves bitterness lingering for decades? The Beatles, The Eagles, especially Creedence Clearwater Revival? How could you give up something so good - the ability to tap into that rare elixir - and make that same leap into meaningless solo careers?

To find out, I started my own band. The elixir wasn't as good, but we did the same thing as those others. Various band members who were best friends and (more or less) grew up together now won't speak to each other. I can't say I'm any wiser for it, but at least now I've seen it up close (apart from the "fantastic" aspect).

I think it's like getting a divorce, although I've never done that. I've seen a few up close, though. Not that close.

Singing Blather

The key skill for a musician is listening. The ability to play or sing is built upon many instances of making sounds, and then adjusting technique based on the result.

The same applies to bands. No matter how good the individual musicians, the band sucks if everybody doesn’t listen to each other very closely. If it’s just one guy, the band can play along with him, but if you ever wind up in some garage with two “band members” who don’t really listen, you might as well pack up your stratocaster because you’ll just be adding to the godawful din.

About six months ago, my singing voice was in great shape, because I’d been playing songs almost every day for months, and making small adjustments. I had good pitch control, and was getting pretty happy with my ability to phrase things in a way suitable for my voice, and without sounding like I was “putting on” an accent.

My current goal is to get back to that state.

I was not gifted with a natural singing voice. Fortunately, the great thing about “rock and roll” is that it’s an everyman’s music; you don’t need opera-quality “pipes” (they would help), but you do need to learn how to make good use of the equipment you came with.

First and foremost, that means hitting notes accurately. You can sneak up on them from below, but not above (a problem for me). It also means finding a way to avoid unflattering sounds: strained high notes or bleating like a lamb, in my case. Unfortunately, you may wind up having to sing every song in the same couple of keys because of a restricted vocal range where you actually sound good. That’s okay; if Ringo just sings a song or two per album, nobody notices it’s the same five notes. That’s one good reason to have more than one singer in a band – odds are their ranges are a bit different and you get a few extra keys to choose from.

Harmony singing is another great dodge, because two mediocre voices listening to each other and hitting the notes in a tasteful arrangement tend to fill out any harshness, and can easily sound comparable to one really good voice.

I like to sing with Matt, because we’ve played together for years, so we each know the other’s style idiosyncracies well enough to quickly knock together a pleasing harmony. Matt has a better natural vocal quality, but I have a good instinct for harmony and a slightly higher range. Back in the Stickmen/My New Invention days, I would do a couple of lead vocals, and also sing harmony about half of the time. It made things more interesting, and covered a lot of sins, I hope.

(Originally written 23 Jan 2007).

A New Birth of Swamptooth

Twelve dozen, four score, and seven years ago ... er, uh ... no. Two-to-the-fourth-power years ago, our four fathers (including Rich Amtower at that point), brought forth upon this land of fruits and nuts, a new music group, conceived in semiotics class, and dedicated to the proposition that a half dozen in-jokes mumbled along to a half-original tune resulted in a rock and roll song somehow interesting to the population beyond our parents' houses, and worthy of inclusion on Kevin and Bean's Christmas Tape (yes, tape). Now we are engaged in a half-hearted struggle, that occasionally tended domains and Classic Stickmen mp3s, though far below our paltry powers of expression to elevate into genuine classics, might not vanish from the earth, or at least the most used search engines. What was said here today will be but little remembered, but ... well, yeah. 'Nuff said. Long tall hat tip: Abe Lincoln.