hotel, motel

Listened to my dad’s copy of Rubber Soul, which sounds *great* after a bit of cleaning. I’d heard that the original mono mixes were superior to the CD re-releases… yep. Definitely true. When the sitar kicks in on “Norweigian Wood”, I audibly gasped. Yep! Vinyl from 1966 demolishes the nice clean CD. I’m also running through “Rapper’s Delight” from Sugarhill Gang, which I found at a antique store for a buck or two. Outstanding…

I also think the people on the Interwebsnets were right about the Ortofon 2M cartridge needing several hours of break-in time. I think the sound is starting to smooth out a bit. (I’m on “Adore” from the Pumpkins now – a mono mix, rare for modern albums. “Ava Adore” is full of new things to listen to that weren’t obvious on the CD mix…)

Going back a few more years, I was pleased to learn that the date of the earliest replayable recorded sound has been pushed back a few decades. Some folks at the Laurence Berkeley National Labs analyzed an image created by a gentleman named Édouard-Léon Scott de Martinville. His invention, a device known as a phonautograph, etched sound waves onto paper, coated in lampblack and wrapped around a ceramic cylinder. Scott de Martinville did not conceive of the notion that the squiggles in the fine carbon could be played back – rather, he considered the device strictly for the purpose of converting sound into imagery for later study. Somehow, amazingly, one of his smoke-covered “phonautograms” survived, and was scanned and converted into a usable waveform by the LBNL scientists, resulting in 10 comprehensible seconds of Au Clair de la Lune, sung by a girl in 1860. I find the existence of such a recording simultaneously heartwarming and terrifying.

the life that we once knew

Some observations:

* As previously Twittered, I’m having a hell of a time getting used to the humidity, or more accurately, the lack thereof. Being so used to inhaling the moist soup that passes for air in Charleston, my sinuses feel like they’ve been spraypainted.

* Went to dinner at Chris and Jennifer’s place with the team last night, which was great. Their kids are adorable. My “Taboo” skizzles are strong.

* I’m apparently wearing a magical shirt today. Under sunlight or fluorescent, it appears light green. Pistachio, if I were forced to name the shade. But on street level, in front of our building, it appears blue. I’m guessing that reflecting off all the skyscraper glass has an odd effect on the temperature of the ambient light.

* Sat at the hotel bar last night next to an older gentleman (upper 60s) and his twentysomething sugar babe/hooker. He talked about business, she talked about college. They left soon after. MORAL OF THE STORY: Damn, I gotta hurry up and make some money by the time I’m 60. Ha ha, only serious.