• Spinning and Looping

    Spinning and Looping

    I think I may have alluded to it in a previous post, long ago and last year, but I have been casually dabbling in audio and digital music.

    About a year ago now, feeling a little flush from working some part time hours at a local retail gig, I put a couple hundred bucks into a little digital synth setup. Clearance sales were my friend and I was able to get a helluva deal on an Arturia Microfreak synth.  If you have never heard of that particular toy be kind and don’t consider yourself too uninformed. It is a very niche product, a kind of mid-range digital synthesizer that is neither really a keyboard nor a pure synth box, obscure and  rather a weird sort of mash up of electronics and transistor punk meets musical instrument. There is really nothing else that looks like it, and I got one for about half of the MSRP at a blowout sale.

    I love that damn thing. I think the last time I fell so in love with a piece of electronics was when I got my first dSLR camera.  The potential of a tool for creative exploration uncouples itself from the constraints of the dreams of others when you have enough knobs and dials to turn that the variety becomes nearly infinite.

    I have been roughly learning to play the piano since. Sure, I already know how to read music and am coming up on the ten year anniversary of taking up the violin as a middle-aged student struggling through beginner music lessons and up into member of an orchestra, but those are musical skills… where often, the synth feels a lot more like creative play.  

    I feel like it’s music meets a lego set.

    But another bit of recent financial flush with some side work has opened up an opportunity to add to my musical set up. Not exactly striking gold, but a spare couple hundred bucks from a gig over the month of December allowed me to buy a couple bolt-on musical tools. 

    First, I bought myself an effects pedal. Technically it’s a guitar pedal, but audio-in is audio-in and if my audio-in happens to come from a digital synth then that’s not a fault so much as a creative choice and a musical opportunity. I had been doing very little structured musical exploration with that to date, but I had plugged in and passed through it’s distortion and reverb engines almost everything that makes a sound in our house, including voice and playing my aforementioned violin into a microphone.

    But then second and just lately I bought a looper pedal. Again, it is a guitar pedal, meant to be operated with a foot and an amp on a stage for groovy live performance, but again audio-in is… yes, audio-in, and those are not limitations so much as creative choices that I get to bend and musical opportunities I get to explore. I plugged it into my synth and have been loving the result. Loopers allow you one to record a bit of sound and then layer more and more sound over it on a loop, adding a bass line then a chorus, then rhythm and vibe and twinkles and song, building into something more than one can describe.

    I made this last night on the looper, layering about six different tracks in real time with a shimmer effect run through the effects pedal, all of it synth and sound and a mix of wet and dry mashed into a weird chaotic burst of noise and groove:

    I have been dabbling with all of it for the last week or so, recording tracks and loops and sometimes just sitting in the basement for an hour making dreamy soundscapes with it all.  My piano skills are not great, but they have vastly improved (practice with anything will have that effect, I hear) and I have even started some light composition. None of it is great. Some of it is channeling my inner-Ross. A lot of it is chaos of noise and lacks any resemblance to what you probably consider music, but there are pieces starting to emerge from the effort of learning the tools that is more than any of those things.

    And see, the thing about all this stuff is that these quasi-gadgets are all more than simple devices. They are musical instruments. Its not like buying a new computer or a game console. It’s not like nabbing some hot new phone. It’s not like upgrading your speaker system.  Yes they are all electronics and batteries and wires, but they are tools of audio creativity and would probably vastly prefer to be on a stage in front of an audience than in my basement.  They are meant to perform, in the literal sense of that word.

    I may be a long way off from live performance, but at the end of the audio-in chain is the last part: a recording system, one button to press to capture anything in the last step before the sound erupts from my headphones or speakers.

    That’s audio-out, and it’s the most exciting part of all.

  • weekender, two

    weekender, two

    The verdict was that “it’s probably better than sitting around watching tv all night” so we took a chance and drove to the far side of the city and beyond and found ourselves in one of the little bedroom communities on the outskirts of town, driving through a dark gravel road and ending up at a tiny little community hall in the middle of the middle of the middle of nowhere.

    Turns out, CC had uncovered news of a local “trivia night” being held out there and wanted some chumps for a team. So, Karin and I made the trip.

    Of course it was all fun and friendly enough, but the whole night I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was crashing something, like I had showed up at a party uninvited or strolled into a wedding mistaking it for the hotel restaurant.

    We got second place in the trivia contest tho.

    The kid and I went to the gym on Saturday and otherwise it was a pretty much lazy day. The dog had endured some dental surgery earlier in the week and she was still in a phase of sleeping off the meds.

    I spent a couple hours in the basement playing around with some new audio equipment that had arrived on Friday, too. I may write more about that later, but I am rigging out a bit more for a audio project I am working on and the pieces for that are coming together—and they are fun to play with beyond the project, too.

    That night, Karin and I were back at the Jube for the second week in a row. This time we had tickets for a travelling Broadway production of Moulin Rouge. It was solid.

    Sunday morning the ice was calling, so we put on our running spikes and went out for an eight klick run.  Even with cleats on the trails were borderline dangerous, and one of our number took a minor tumble. No injuries to report, but it was not a productive training run so much as a nice-to-be-outside adventure.  That said, I really need to start doing some productive training runs soon.

    More fussing with my audio toys that afternoon after I figured out I could hook my violin into the mix, so I recorded some silly riffs and had some fun making as much noise as music.

    Then the Kid and I got hurtled into grocery duty… which led to dinner duty… which led to burning off the rest of the evening just idling around the house. Some weekends just start hot and end with you nearly dozing off on the couch, I guess.

  • weekender, one

    weekender, one

    New year and new “weekend” report title. The Weekend Wrap is becoming the Weekender for 2026, so stay tuned for rambling reports on how we spent ours.

    The Kid went out on Friday, so Karin and I dug a gift card out of the archives and hit the local pub for drinks and dinner. The place was packed, but there must have been a game on or something because there were a lot of “game day” specials, and between the card and the sales we barely spent twenty bucks out of pocket.

    Not complaining.

    Saturday was brunch.

    Ms. SL hosted a little get together at her house and we all brought brunchy potluck items. There were waffles and eggs and bacon and little quiches and a whole bunch of fruit and even mimosas. Then, giant kids as we apparently are, we went out behind their house with our sleds and made fools of ourselves on the hill.

    For a bunch of people in their late forties and early fifties we’re probably just lucky no one broke a bone or something.

    That evening we got dressed up a bit and went out to the Jube, the big local theatre that was putting on a show of The Lord of the Rings in Concert, which was basically them playing the first movie of the trilogy in its entirety on a big screen while the orchestra and a hundred-person choir did the score live.

    Our friend Ada was part of the choir (which is ninety-percent of the reason we went) but it was a pretty cool experience either way.

    It turned into a late night tho because we hung around waiting to talk to her after they got off stage—but we did miss the worst of the traffic.

    Sunday I got up and went out on my first outdoor run of the year.

    Yeah, January eleven and I haven’t been outside to run this year until just now. The streets have either been too icy or the weather has been too brutally cold, and actually that has been the case since just before Christmas. The Sunday paths were pretty choppy, oatmeal as we call it, but it was refreshing to be back outdoors after a couple long weeks of indoor pain.

    After lunch, Karin got it in her head that we should watch the next movie in the Lord of the Rings trilogy that afternoon so she put on the extended edition of The Two Towers, the second in the series. I had forgotten it was literally four hours long, so by the time we finished our afternoon was completely gone and we had to make some dinner.

    A bit of reading, a bit of writing, a bit of sketching, and that rounded out the first post-holiday weekend of the year. Not much to say when you can’t go too far outside, I guess.

  • head over feets, fourteen

    head over feets, fourteen

    I lost the plot. I mean, we went to Japan and I while there I did (but did not log here) two runs, including an amazing little side quest to check out a Park Run in Futakotamagawa on our first weekend, and a half lap of Disneyland Tokyo on our last weekend.

    Then we came back and I ran and swam, but a lot of that was inside because (a) the pool is inside and more importantly (b) winter arrived with a vengeance and it got freaking cold, snowy and icy all at the same time so I’ve been on the indoor track wrestling with a watch that can’t quite figure out my pace anymore (I suspect because I turned it on while riding the bullet train in Japan and clocked a “run” at 275kph and mussed up the calculations. Sigh.)

    Alas, the new year arrived and it is time once again to set some goals, the first one being about dutifully tracking my fitness here again, so, here it all restarts.

    My first run of 2026 was a bit of a sad sack. Used to be that the annual “resolution run” brought us out on January first for a chilly 5k race with a pancake breakfast at the end.  They haven’t done that in a few years now, tho, and it was too damn chilly and slippery to be out on the trails this year anyways, so I stuck with my Sunday run schedule a few days later and did a slog of a 5k (with the vague error induced by lacking actual GPS) on the indoor track. Happy new yeah, huh?

    Tuesday evening I decided that I would start to get back into my pool routine for the new year. The roads have been decidedly icy which is a pain not just for running traction, but driving traction, so just getting to the pool is an exercise.  But it turns out that half the city had decide to go to the pool on Tuesday evening along with me. Long story short: fewer evening swims if possible.

    I went to the gym for some low impact cycling once later on in the week and we had an outdoor sledding party (which involved lots of hills, obviously) but I didn’t actually run again until Sunday morning. The weather had warmed considerably so we did nine klicks on the city paths which were a bit snowy but waaaaay better than the streets and suburban sidewalks which were basically oatmeal.

    Monday I logged 600m in the pool, but it was a mixed victory given that I forgot my towel at home and felt like a bit of doofus air-drying with my feet in the hot tub afterwards. Okay, it wasn’t all bad.

  • janu-funk status update

    janu-funk status update

    The problem with having so many outdoor hobbies and also living in a city that is frozen solid for four months of the year comes down to the problem of January.

    January sucks in that regard.

    I could suck it up, of course, and go out winter hiking or put on my cross country skis and check out any groomed trails. Sure. Those are real options. But then too, the sidewalks are dangerously too icy to run on, it’s tough to sketch with thick winter gloves on, and driving anywhere further than the local rec centre is literally gambling with the probability of a traffic accident.

    The days are short and cold.

    The nights are long and dull.

    The holidays full of people and parties is nearly another whole year away.

    And one’s new years resolutions, stated or otherwise, hang in the air like a delicate snowflake that is ready to melt the minute you reach out and touch it.

    It’s not really all that hard to see why January is a month of funk.

    I have been trying to counter the funk in a few ways.

    I have been writing, which more than resulting in a few quiet hours in a cafe or at my desk, makes me feel like I’m accomplishing at least some minor thing that is mostly under my own control. Also, it gives me an excuse to play on a computer and tap away on a keyboard which is a weird sort of comfort zone and familiarity for me.

    I have been playing with sound. Over the last few years I have acquired various microphones, recorders, synth generators, software, and the cables to hook them all together. Couple that with a decade of playing the violin and starting to better understand music theory, and I can jam without actual notes in front me and create in ways that are better (if only slightly) than noise. Also, it’s mentally chill.

    I have been coding. Admittedly I’ve been doing not nearly enough coding, but I have been working to keep my code skillz sharp as I can by dabbling in silly little projects and poking at my existing little projects.

    And I have been reading. Reading is one of those things that if you get it and do it there is usually no need to explain or justify it—and if you are not a reader of books, you’ll never understand the thirst of the page anymore than you’ll understand why a runner craves the trail or an actor craves the stage.

    The funk of January persists despite all of this, of course. We spend too much time trapped in the house together. We spend too much time reading the disturbing news barfing across our southern border. We spend too much time wasted on waiting for time to pass until the weather is more cooperative.

    January kinda sucks, even if usually we simply 

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