Twinkle Twinkle

For this Audio Assignment, worth 1.5 stars, we were asked to play the first song we learned of musical medium.  The first song I learned on the piano, which I played for almost 10 years, was “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star”.  This was also a song that my parents used to sing to me when I was headed to sleep, so it was a song of meaning when I began playing the piano.  I always enjoyed playing piano, but more-so enjoyed things with meaning to me.  It is such a simple song, but yet, when I hear it, or play it, I am reminded of the countless times my parents put me to sleep singing the song before bed and the times I have put kids down for sleep and sung the song to them.

To do this, (since I am and have been out of town) I downloaded a piano app on my iPad to play the song, to record it via Sound Cloud.  I then uploaded it onto Sound Cloud.

Enjoy! And get some sleep!  Originally posted on my Sound Cloud:

Bankrupt On Selling

This assignment fulfills 1 and a half points of the required ten for the week of 2/16 to 2/22.

This prompt, entitled ‘Make Music DAMNIT’, was a bit confusing, but I think it said to record a song in a way that reminds me of what it was like to first learn how to play it.

Thus, I recorded myself on the guitar playing two verses of the song ‘Bankrupt on Selling’ by Modest Mouse. This is one of the first songs I ever taught myself to play. Since I haven’t played for a while, the recording sounds a bit like I am still learning how to play it. My reluctance to play Fmaj is quite clear (I’ve never taken to bar chords).

Also, I recorded it acoustically using a tool I found on my computer called ‘Sound Recorder’, without any cords or equipment attached. The resulting sound is just terrible, and I am very proud. It reminds me of what it is like to be a beginner, and not know what Audacity is (which, I think, is what the prompt called for).

I decided not to try to sing along with the recording, as I have been trying to master the vocals to this track for years and am not quite satisfied with the way I sing it yet (Plus, trying to record vocals with ‘Windows Sound Recorder’ and no mic would have made it ten times worse).

 

Daddy Daughter Duets: The Loveless Edition.

Though I knew this 1-and-a-half star assignment was small in star amount, I knew it would be big in meaning. If you don’t already know this from some of my previous posts, music is and has always been a really big part of my storytelling process and so I knew I had to do this one to continue to tell the story of Cat’s and that of myself.

I picked up my love for music from my father, with whom I used to dance around the living room to Jimmy Buffet’s Fruitcakes album and from whom I would pilfer his Beach Boys Greatest Hits CD as soon as he wasn’t looking so that I could listen to it for the umpteenth time. Said time was usually right before my dad was heading off to work, which included not just a 20 minute car ride to the airport but a 6 or 7 hour flight to Phoenix, not even including possible delays and the subsequent to the house that he and his fellow pilot friends shared, known informally as “The Crash Pad”. Needless to say, he needed some of his favorite tunes to get him through some of the not-so-fun-parts. But I made up for it.

As soon as he got home, Daddy Daughter DuetI would try to teach him some songs on the piano and we would plunk out a duet to “Heart and Soul”, and one of the first songs I taught myself (I enjoyed playing by ear and letting my fingers flow much more than being confined to the lines of the staff and the pages of a book) was one of his favorites, “Surfer Girl” …how coincidental given that I grew up on the beach! :DHe always loved when I played that song and that of course meant that I love playing it for him, though I was sometimes too shy to. And so when I thought about a what songs meant most to me, this was definitely one of them.

And since that Cat and Wally’s relationship and story mirrors much of Amy and Mike’s, I figured that this Audio assignment would be yet another one that contributed to the development of my noir character while simultaneously contributing to the development my own character as I continue to strive to honor my father in all that I do.

I’d like to think that, like many of her good qualities, Cat got her love for music from her father at an early age, just like me. Given that Cat was very young during this time, I thought that the Annette Hanshaw version of “You’re the Cream in my Coffee”, a very popular ditty in the late 20s, would be their “Surfer Girl”, their “Heart and Soul”. But even 7-year old Cat is a lot more bold than I am, so as her dad goofily yet perfectly played, she danced around the conjoined living-room-and-kitchen of their tiny yet homey apartment, singing along as he did.

Though I do play piano, I am not the one who played it as well as in the version I used for my soundbite, which can be found above in the video (..isn’t he AMAZING!?!??!). I converted the Youtube video to MP3 by copy and pasting the Youtube link into this website.

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I was then able to import it into Garage Band (my go-to audio editing program), where I trimmed the entirety of the clip down into the 40-ish seconds that you will find in the final completion.

This is another assignment that I truly enjoyed, and I think that it was for two reasons. First, due to the fact that I did it in a timely fashion (which I didn’t really do during my first wrestling match with Audio! #ProcrastinationStation lol), but more so because I related in to my own story, to a very treasured memory. Assignments, character development, and storytelling is more effective and gratifying that way for SURE. Don’t be afraid to make DS106 another one of those treasured memories by boldly and openly sharing some of the treasures of your past to tell the most beautiful story there is … YOURS.

 

 

Music Dammit

I thought this assignment would be interesting to complete. I grew up learning and trying a lot of new things. I tried many instruments before I realized I was not picking up how to read the notes on the staff. The beat I down but playing the notes, I was never right. I finally picked […]

Harp Tripper


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I’ve stilled not gotten very far in learning how to play my harmonica. Maybe, it is like learning… you don’t get far without putting any effort into it. But I can still have fun making noise.

Tonight I have about 5 gazillion things to do, what am I doing making a ds106 assignment? I can’ t help it. This one is Make Music DAMNIT:

Play the first song you have ever learned through any type of musical medium. Do it in a way that conjures up your memory of learning that song, or somehow fold the song into a larger story.

Like almost no other person in the world, at 15 I decided I wanted to be a rock and roll guitar player. It was going to eb tought. Not only did I lack a guitar, I would not know what to do with one. I asked my parents if I could take lessons, and like most everything I asked for they supported it. I signed up for lessons, every Saturday while Mom did her grocery store, I stood slightly embarrassed with a red, white and blue cheap guitar in the strip mall music store (it looked somewhat like this one).

I cannot recall my teacher, he probably was a tired hippy, but had those long natural guitar fingers and made it look so easy. He must have sensed my goal (like it was hard to guess), so while he did get me learning some scales and basic theory, he pulled some music boks in with music of the era (or the one before), America and Jackson Browne were the first ones I recall.

But one thing he taught me in the first month was the opening to Day Tripper by the Beatles, that opening naked riff was actually playable.

So to do this assignment, I had to play it on another instrument. I do not even know the notes at all on the blues harp, so its just wild off the mark guessing. I honked through ne verse, then picked up my guitar and gave it a run through (wow I am rusty on that too).


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And the extra bit of the story was that my parents told me if I stuck with lessons for 6 months, they would get me a “real” guitar to replace the red white and blue loaner from the store. That as a sufficient incentive. They got me a Takamine F-340 which, if you stand far away from it, is supposed to be a visual ringer for a Martin, especially for the logo text on the headstock. Supposedly Martin wrote them a letter of intent to sue, but never followed through, and Takamine later changed their design.

Stories are everywhere.

This is the guitar I still own, some 30 years later, and not a whole lot better, but this thing has been everywhere with me. It’s got my sweat in it, the molecules of scraped skin, a ding where some drunk guy at a campground banged it on a rock, one of the tuning heads has been loose for 2o years… yeah, its got wear and tear, like you and me.

It’s a part of me. And I of it.

I gotta good reason for taking the easy easy out.

The D Chord Song

I changed up the Make Music DAMNIT assignment a little, and instead of talking about the first song I ever learned to play (that was probably something random from a kid’s music book on the piano), here I talk a little bit about the first song I ever made up on the guitar.

OH HEY LOOK A WRITEUP:

This assignment was super low-tech. “Haley Unplugged.” Kinda.

I just sat down in front of my digital recorder with my guitar, switched it on and started talking about my Mom and how she inspired me to learn guitar. I’d thought about what I wanted to say prior to doing the recording, but didn’t have anything scripted or prepared beyond that. I actually had one bad take when I stumbled over a few words, but the second one came out just about perfect.

Using the guitar to supply a bit of background noise seemed natural as I was recording this piece, and as I kept talking I realized that I could use the guitar to subtly enhance the story I was telling as well. When I’m talking about my mother playing guitar I strum a few chords that more or less match up to the styles of song I’m discussing, and each chord is clear and true. Around the bit where I mention how learning to play was more difficult than I’d anticipated, the guitar gets a little more dissonant—not enough to distract from what I’m saying, but I felt like it enhanced the message at least a little. If I recorded this piece again, I think I might try to play something even more dissonant there just to make the message that much clearer for the listener.

Once I’d finished recording I downloaded the file onto my laptop, converted it to a .WAV file with the superbly useful Online Convert.com and then uploaded it into Audacity to reduce the noise and cut it down a little.

While this project wasn’t much of a stretch in terms of my technical knowledge or sound editing skills, I think it serves to  highlight the importance of decent source material. I’m not saying my song or my storytelling is anything to write home about, but it’s pretty clear and concise, and it’s got obvious narrative flow. Because of that, I could get away with posting a more or less  unedited clip as a finished piece. It’s like Ira Glass said; his team spends most of their week hunting for good stories, because when you start with solid raw materials, it’s a lot easier to create something worth listening to.

The first song I learned

The first song I learned was Twinkle Twinkle Little Star in elementary school. I was really obsessed with Indian songs. So when I was asked to learn this song in school, I tried to sing it like Indian songs. I downloaded the English version and Indian version from YouTube; here is the link respectfully
http://www.youtube.com/user/hooplakidz?v=xKFRSIBP8pA Then I emerged both songs to audacity and edited in the way I learned the song while I was at the elementary school.

Make Music DAMNIT

Play the first song you have ever learned through any type of musical medium. Do it in a way that conjures up your memory of learning that song, or somehow fold the song into a larger story.