Category Archives: my very first post

Happy Birthday to Blog

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Hey Bolog,

Here’s wishing you a happy birthday today. Today you’re one year old and you’ve been a great means of getting the word out on my most recent activities. I know you were going to spread the word on my new Livebooks website that will soon be launched as well your own new look on the interweb. . . I’m taking you out for a makeover, Bro.

Image courtesy of a creative commons license on abbie christine’s photostream on flickr.

Love,
Michael

Remembered. . .

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My mention of Lawrence Fritts helped jog the memory of a drive Jenna and I were taking up Beacon Hill one night upon our return from a function in the city. As I punched buttons on the radio dial, I came upon a familiar voice on Ira Flatow’s Science Friday on KUOW–the local NPR station here in Seattle.

It was Larry (as he’s affectionately called by those who have the honor of knowning him) speaking upon the passing of Robert Moog earlier that day. Larry is known for gloriously detailed and complex stories, and this interview happened to be no exception. He recounted a loving tale of his own personal interaction with the man, Moog, and how he acquired a knob (or cord, or something) from one of ‘Bob’s’ original Moog machine prototypes.

When prompted to give a summation of Moog’s legacy, I was crossing my fingers that it would all get sandwiched into the last thirty seconds of airtime. I didn’t want to hear him get rushed or cut off by the host for station identification. . . and you know, Larry pulled it off quite gracefully. The host had a good 5 to 7 seconds of interlocutor thanks and pause for Moog’s passing.

That said, thought I’d check into Larry on YouTube and luckily, I found a very interesting art piece I remember seeing from my days as a University of Iowa Graduate Student. Originally observed at the University of Iowa Art Museum, it is a collaboration betwtixt Fritts, the artist Sue Hettmansperger, and mezzo-soprano Katherine Eberle. While its a good representation of how Larry gets down, bear in mind compression–both in video and sound format–take away from just how effectively this piece can resonate in the body and brain.

It should be noted that Larry is known for his work in anechoic chambers, whereby, simply put, the sound of a sound is non-reflected back upon itself. OR, its unaffected by its own self and exists as ‘pure sound’ when interpreted through the ear or recorded by microphone. . . I think?

Aaarrt…

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Those who know me from the past, know me as a die-hard, relentless, ever-dedicated-to-his-art guy, but somewhere along the way, dollar bill making and its subsequent storage in BANK meant that the transformation of dry beans and hamhocks into Southern-infused culinary masterpieces had to be put on hold. In other words, I let my creative tap go cold because I was running my bath water in a kitchen sink instead of a claw-footed tub.

Long story short, I’ve been going back and preening the lawn ’round my creative juices garden, pulling out the weeds and planting some trusted annuals. Perennials that I’d once sewed long ago, are still there. Work in my sketchbooks is ever a’flowin’ and I’ve been able to deglaze my pan after several months time dealing with ingredient scorching and diasporic stove top heat.

That said, I have this to offer. It’s my art collection. I keep it in the corner of a crawlspace area of my home, as I’ve yet to get around to hanging it properly.

Enjoy

M

Yo, I totally started a blog

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After months of putting it off and repeated calls from my parents not to do so, I started my blog. Unfortunately, I am taxed to go back and recount the first 28 years of my life to all those who may or may not be tuning in, so periodically, I will be going back in time to touch on some things/bring to light that which is in need of being brought to light/touched upon thinged.

Michael Clinard