[Written around 01:30, to be posted when I get within range
of free WiFi again; probably won't be backdated, because the quote
of the day will have been posted by then and I can't seem to get
Clive to backdate entries if a later entry has already been posted.]
Yeah, it's the first night of a filk convention, and I should be
in the circle listening & singing or in the con suite catching
up with friends. But wow, Thursday took a lot out of me (way too
many trips up and down stairs in record[*] heat -- it's
a wonder I can walk now -- and as a result I've been achy and
exhausted all day. Did manage to get all the instruments inside
the minivan (including drum kit but not the electric piano).
Quite the jigsaw puzzle. Hope I can remember how I did it when
I have to load it up again on Sunday.
Hotel room is out of range of the WiFi in the con suite, so my
nightly webcomics will have to wait. There's a workshop in the
morning that I hope I'm up for ... the bad: the workshop I want
to go to is first thing in the morning. The good: this being a
filk convention, first thing in the morning is 11:00. Still
early enough that I may or may not be firing on all cylinders,
but late enough for me to have a decent shot at actually being
showered and medicated and breakfasted and coherent by then,
what with my travel time being a very short walk.
The 'Wall of Instruments' is set up, though the power strip
wasn't in the cable bag (whoops!) so I've just got one bass amp
plugged in but not the rackmount effects unit (nor the mixer,
which I mainly brought because it's the other thing in the rack
the multi-effects unit is in, but also because I brought fewer
amplifiers than electric instruments). I expect most of the
interest to be in the acoustic instruments anyhow. I really
need to remember to make up signs/labels ahead of time next
time. I'm always happy to answer questions and give bit of
history of various instruments, but having signs that answer
some of the most common questions might cut down on the
number of times I find myself trying to answer three different
sets of questions at once.
There's now a strip of gaffer's tape on the edge of the
fingerboard of the double bass, with marks on it to show
where the frets would be if it had frets. I don't know why
I didn't think of that myself -- someone else had to suggest
that doing so might make the instrument a little less
intimidating to folks who are interested in it but haven't
played anything fretless before. (Well, okay, I do
know why I didn't think of it: a classic error for me, þe
olde "if it was easy for me it must simply be because it's
just plain easy" blind-spot. In my case, the facts that
(a) I already played
oud,
and (b) the scale length[**] on a 3/4-size
double bass viol is quite close to the scale length of a
full-size bass guitar meant that getting used to plucking
the double bass was very quick for me. Bowing, on the
other hand, I'm still struggling with.)
"Adam"[***], the Franken-bass, is -- surprisingly
-- still playable, if not all that stable tuning-wise (and
I'm not sure the higher frets are in tune with the lower
frets), partly due, I'm sure, to having been stored with
the strings nearly slack. And a few octaves higher, I may
have another mandolin, if the glue holds, and someone
with small enough fingers finally picked up the itty bitty
whistle that looks like a recorder, has six holes like a
pennywhistle, and I still suspect may have been
manufactured as a doll-house prop.
(The mandolin is a bowl-back one that friends rescued,
partially restored, and gave to me. I'd been meaning to
attack the tuners with WD-40, and when I finally got around
to doing so and tried to tune it up to standard pitch,
a most ominous cracking sound issued forth. Seeing the
heel block starting to separate, I took advantage of the
gap there to squirt some glue into it before releasing the
tension again so the crack would close. So now the big
question is whether the result of my doing that is that
the mandolin will make it through the weekend, or still
try to pull itself apart. In the two or three minutes
that I had it nearly in tune, I did like its voice, even
with rusty strings.)
Exhausted and oh so very achy, I need to sleep (I really
wanted to take a nap instead of jumping into rush-hour
traffic earlier), but (at least in part due to this
distracting pain) still awake for at least a little longer.
Do wanna get to that workshop tomorrow.
[*] I thought the outside-temperature readout on my
dashboard might be unreliable, but during a break I checked
wunderground.com and saw where they repeated a NWS announcement
that the temperature in Baltimore had set a local record for
the date, at 100 °F / ~38 °C / nearly 311 K. Which was
just what the car said.
[**] Distance from nut to bridge (that is, the length
of the freely vibrating part of the string when you pluck it
un-[stopped|fretted]). Thus, what determines all the spaces
between the notes up and down the neck.
[***] Needed for one gig way back when, Adam
was cobbled together by
maugorn from the corpses of
two dead instruments we purchased from Daddy's Junky Music:
an electric bass that had an intact neck, and what was
probably already a cheap-ass folk guitar even before it
was reduced to "as is" or "for parts" condition, selected
because it was an acoustic with a bolt-on neck. Sonically,
it worked far better than we had any right to expect, though
you can watch the whole thing get gradually more bowed under
the tension of those bass strings -- scary. The tone is
louder and the lower frequencies clearer than that wee body
looks like it ought to be able to produce. The fact that
I can still tune it up and play it for short periods this
many years later is surprising.
Okay, it's tomorrow now, or uh, finally today or something.
Didn't sleep worth a darn, but did get moving again on time
for the last half of that workshop. May or may not get a nap
between now and a concert I don't want to miss. (Should nap,
but there are all these Interesting People I See Too Seldom
walking around to talk to, and music and stuff...)
I need a doumbek or two.
Thought that struck me in the shower: My favourite
limericks aren't even limericks, as I have l'arnt. They
screw with the meter and some of them peter out early.
(If you want to break that into lines to make it
self-referential, that's your problem. As I tweeted
earlier from my phone, my fault but your problem.
I got 2/3rds of the way through the thought before my brain
caught the meter and I realized what I'd just done.)