Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Some thoughts on the amazing music of Brian Wilson

Just finished “Heroes and Villains” by Steven Gaines. It is a biography of the Beach Boys. I’ve always been a big fan of Brian Wilson and his work, plus I own every Beach Boy album and CD there is — even some UK pressings. In the mid sixties, Brian was writing amazing music despite his personal problems. I graduated from High School in 1965, and these were my teen age symphonies. I know kids today don’t know the rest of the story about the Beach Boys, and especially the special albums “Pet Sounds” and the almost non-existing “Smile” LPs. (Do kids today even know what “LPs” are?) So, sit back and wonder through the musical pages with me. Come over some time and I’ll play “Heroes And Villains” and "Mrs. O’Leary’s Cow” or “Cabin Essence” for you. I know you know “Good Vibrations.”

There are three types of person that misunderstand the Beach Boys. The first are latter day employees of their record label and management, who purposefully market their career as one long four-decade celebration of surfing, summer, and the fun to be had on hot days (especially where girls and various makes of car are concerned).

This in turn gives rise to the other two categories of Beach Boys misunderstand-er. The first are those who fall for the “summer fun” image and myth. They can be found buying the latest repackaging of the obvious hit singles as "Endless Summer Dreams III" whenever they are told to by television adverts, sing along to “Be True To Your School” as if its sentiments ever held any kind of weight among the cool cats, and regard “Good Vibrations” and “Heroes And Villains” as "the bit when they went all flower power." In their universe there is nothing beyond the well known hit singles, but that isn't necessarily any reason to hold them in snobbish contempt, as musical elitists also tend to be guilty of the exact same blindered misunderstandings for the exact same reasons.

Cooler-than-thou types will yak for ages and ages about how they hate The Beach Boys, their folkie harmonies and their clean cut “All American Boy” image (which in itself is a misconception, as proved when you look at any early photos of them — how could any of the band that started out as the “Pendeltones” and wore the signature Oregon wool shirts possibly have been considered to fit into that category?), and regard their music as an irritating triviality that gets in their way in a world where people could be spending more productive use of their time listening to Led Zeppelin and Nirvana. Needless to say, all of these people are wrong.

For starters, there's nothing about their early material that warrants such gratuitous trivialization. Maybe some of it does fall perilously close to the wrong side of bubble gum and unlistenable, but for every “I Get Around” there's a “Warmth of the Sun”, an “In My Room” and a “California Girls.” More to the point, the concentration on this aspect of their career deliberately masks — very conveniently for all parties — some other aspects that are decidedly at odds with the manner in which they would seem to prefer us to regard The Beach Boys.

For example, there's the incident from the late 1960s when Carl Wilson was drafted to fight in Vietnam and refused to go. He was then ordered to do community service, which he also refused to do. Eventually a compromise was reached, but by then the band had so upset polite society in America that for a couple of years, their popularity went into a decline that saw them return from filling stadiums in the UK to playing small concert halls in their homeland. Talk about The Doors and John Lennon until you're blue in the face if you like, but you won't find a more startling example of an artist taking on the establishment for the sake of staying true to his principles in the entire history of 1960s pop music. Then there's the band's very successful flirtation with the progressive rock movement in the early 1970s — of which more later — and a surprisingly far from embarrassing attempt to go disco in the latter part of the decade. And then there's the mid-1960s.

As mentioned earlier, the compilations love to paint a picture of the early Beach Boys as clean-cut, flag-saluting, fun-loving All American boys with a tried and tested formula of dated hip jargon, “Four Freshmen” folkie harmonies (an actual early influence!) and rudimentary musical backings. You'll find nothing difficult or complicated here, the subtext appears to be. Come on in — surf's up, and the water's fine. Yet even among all of that nonsense about being bugged with driving down the same old strip, there was something remarkable going on. Brian Wilson had started his musical career as a bass player, occasional vocalist and unstoppable songwriting machine who could turn out dozens of cookie cutter compositions each month.

Since being let loose among the developing technologies and possibilities of the recording studio, however, he had started to develop pretentions towards something more elaborate and artsy. Increasingly responsible for the band's arrangements and production, he had started to craft symphonic backings for songs like “In The Back Of My Mind,” and his songwriting was also beginning to display more innovative touches with the atypical and unexpected chord changes in “The Warmth Of The Sun” and the famously inventive intro to “California Girls.” Surprisingly, given the phenomenal output of the band in the first half of the 1960s, most of the songs were written and recorded in brief bursts between near non-stop rounds of touring, and then as the early albums progress chronologically there is a definite sense that Brian Wilson would have created something far more substantial if he had the time and in late 1965, he finally did get the time.

Hardly the least sensitive or most stable of souls, Brian Wilson had been badly affected by the band's relentless work-rate, and the incessant touring had such a detrimental effect on him, both mentally and physically, that he was advised to sit out the next couple of tours on medical grounds. The others recruited Bruce Johnston to fill his position in the live line-up, and Brian was left with plenty of free time in which to perfect his songwriting. With the aid of The Wrecking Crew, an elite team of session musicians (including Hal Blaine and Glen Campbell) who played on most of the biggest American pop hits of the decade and whose versatility and dexterity allowed Brian to overcome the limitations of using his band mates to supply the instrumental parts, he was encouraged to work away at backing tracks in the studio while The Beach Boys were “officially” out on the road. While enjoying his extended break of rest and relaxation, Brian was introduced to two influences that would chance his approach to music forever. The first was of an “herbal” nature and came wrapped inside a suspiciously thick cigarette.

The second was The Beatles' pivotal album "Rubber Soul," which saw them break from the constraints of their established “Mersey Sound” to experiment with dense musical textures and atypical, downbeat lyrics. Brian was so taken with both of these new experiences, possibly both encountered at the same time, that he made it his stated intention to produce something where "a whole album becomes a gas." Prior to this time, most albums were made up of a hit single or two bundled with a bunch of 3rd or 4th rate "filler" songs. Certainly previous Beatles albums were filled with good music, but that was more an indication of the high quality of ALL Beatles songs. He meant a “gas” in the sense that those who were given to supporting “flower power” understood it, and set about writing and recording something that represented, to all intents and purposes, his personal equivalent to "Rubber Soul." The album in question, which could indeed be rightfully described as a “gas” if you are given to using such beatnik slang, arrived in 1966 and was named "Pet Sounds." (Ironically, the Beatles cite "Pet Sounds" as an inspiration to their following "Sgt. Peppers" album!) ((Funny how talent can inspire talent and music matures and prospers due to these kinds of cross pollinations.))

Although Brian's reminiscences about this period of intense creativity have tended to revolve around an interminable and confused anecdote about watching a tapestry bird fly around the room for hours on end, the truth of the matter is that he spent hundreds of hours in the studio working on adventurous new compositions, and the tapes still exist to prove this (and have in fact seen release as the box set "The Pet Sounds Sessions," which contains some interesting pieces although it would be a brave listener who could actually claim to listen to the whole set in its entirety). Armed with only a skillful team of musicians and his own seemingly limitless imagination, he painstakingly rehearsed and perfected musical ideas until they coalesced into dense sonic tapestries, augmenting “traditional” Beach Boys arrangement and instrumentation with layer upon layer of banjos, sleigh bells, delicate keyboard sounds and lush orchestration. The resultant backing tracks were far in advance of anything that the Beach Boys had produced previously, and while they were still identifiable as being broadly characteristic of their established sound, they were far removed from the glory days of “Surfin' USA” and “Help Me Rhonda” in terms of structure and melody as well as instrumentation.

Not surprisingly, Brian decided that these sophisticated new compositions would require lyrics to match. Previously, Brian had furnished his compositions with lyrics written by his cousin and fellow Beach Boy Mike Love, who was adept at conjuring up the sort of catchy alliterative phrases heard on their most famous early hits. For this new project, he wanted to say something deeper, and so brought in advertising man Tony Asher to translate the emotions he intended each backing track to convey into words. At a time when the popular music industry was geared almost exclusively towards churning out radio-friendly hit singles at as frantic a pace as was physically possible, and before the majority of people had started to regard pop as anything more than lightweight and ephemeral, this method of working was radical and experimental, and with the obvious exception of "Rubber Soul" was totally without precedent, and the results were little short of breathtaking.

At the time, though, not everyone agreed with that sentiment. The other Beach Boys had been on tour for virtually the entirety of the sessions, and were understandably somewhat startled by the sudden change of direction. When recording session began for the vocal tracks, several members of the band voiced concerns about how such a move into uncharted musical waters could have a detrimental — and possibly irreversible — effect on their sales figures, and even the normally placid Al Jardine was heard to remark with some unease that this was "a whole new thing." Before long, there were serious disagreements about the nature of some of the material, and Mike Love succeeded in forcing a rewrite of the overtly drug-influenced “Hang On To Your Ego,” which became “I Know There's An Answer.”

In the end, all that was changed were a few scattered words and the two-line chorus, and the released version had the exact same vocal arrangement and backing track as “Hang On To Your Ego” had done — so next time you hear some clever individual opining how they don't like “I Know There's An Answer” but adore “Hang On To Your Ego,” treat their groundless and smug attempts at appearing intellectual with the contempt that they deserve. By the time that the vocals were being recorded, the projected release date was looming so close that there was barely any time left to mix the album.

Finally, the entire finished album was mixed in one frantic day long session, with the result that a bit of studio chatter accidentally found its way onto “Here Today” (incidentally, although rumors have long persisted that the barely-audible muttering is some kind of coded message to Charles Manson or something, it actually features nothing more satanic than the band discussing cameras and Brian asking the engineer to rewind the tape), and there was no time to overdub the vocal track on to “Let's Go Away For A While,” which ended up as an instrumental.

Even after the various Beach Boys had been placated and a master tape had been hastily cobbled together, there was still the pertinent question of exactly how Capitol Records would be able to market the album. There were no obvious hit singles contained on the album (they eventually settled on “Wouldn't It Be Nice” and “Sloop John B,” both more downbeat and introspective than any previous Beach Boys single), and after years of pushing the band as the ultimate purveyors of good time surf pop, it was going to require an enormous rethink in marketing strategy to successfully present them as serious musicians.

In any case, Capitol didn't manage to successfully present The Beach Boys as serious musicians. In the days before the advent of album bands and alternative music, dominating radio and making the top twenty were seen as the be all and end all of a record's success, and "Pet Sounds" was simply too complex to achieve either at that point in time. Reviewers, radio programmers and listeners alike were all confused by the new sounds, and sales were correspondingly disappointing.

Or at least they were in America. Over in Britain, where the Beatles' ever-lengthening studio experiments were the subject of frequent front-page coverage and bands like The Jimi Hendrix Experience and Pink Floyd were generating excitement on the live circuit, "Pet Sounds" was hailed as a masterpiece and sold in healthy quantities. (Recall that Pink Floyd worked for years, and finally abandoned an album that was to only contain sounds like cars and jackhammers somehow fit into musical scores. “Atom Heart Mother” was the much more traditional result.)

As the band had only enjoyed moderate and sporadic success in the UK up to that point, it was enough to convince the band and Capitol that it was worth persevering with Brian's vision in the hope that, before long, America would catch on too.

"Pet Sounds" may not really have caught on at the time of release, but in subsequent years it has come to be rightfully recognized as one of the best albums ever made. Quite aside from the intricate beauty of Brian's songs (notably “That's Not Me,” “Don't Talk (Put Your Head On My Shoulder),” the widely-loved “God Only Knows,” the tellingly autobiographical and startlingly prophetic “I Just Wasn't Made For These Times,” and the instrumental title track, that sounds like surf music would if the composer was catching a wave somewhere on Mars), the musical backdrop is one of fascinating depth and clarity, using over amped bass guitars, french horn arrangements and even early electronic instruments like the theremin at a time when most other major artists thought it was the height of experimentation to use a trumpeter.

The album has been praised by musicians as diverse as Paul McCartney and John Cale, and remains one that anyone with even the vaguest interest in music ought to hear. “I Just Wasn't Made For These Times” may have been describing Wilson's own insecurity about himself and his abilities, but its sentiments could also be seen as the perfect encapsulation of the story of the album itself; greeted with initial confusion as though the world wasn't quite ready for the scope of its invention and originality, but later recognized for its true power and strength, it was a record that can genuinely lay claim to having been ahead of its time.

As it happened, by the time that "Pet Sounds" was released to a disappointingly mixed reception, Brian was already busy in the studio and working on a single that he hoped would mirror all of the achievements of the album in under three minutes. Endless musical variations were worked out on the basic musical idea of “Good Vibrations” before Brian edited the best ones into a three minute single, and the result still sounds startling even today. “Good Vibrations” moves seamlessly through a succession of changes in mood and tempo and seemingly unrelated musical segments, but succeeds in sounding like a song that had been purposefully written from start to finish as a pop single. The masterstroke of production was the fact that the final chorus and inspired fade-out had been recorded in a completely different studio to the rest of the track, the subtle sonic changes making it sound as though it comes crashing in from another dimension when it arrives after a couple of seconds of well-judged silence.

Although “Good Vibrations” was the product of similar experimentation to that which had created "Pet Sounds," it differed in that it boasted an infectious and upbeat melody reminiscent of their earlier singles, waves of cascading vocals on the chorus, and strong lyrics by Mike Love that married his earlier simplistic style with the evocative aspirations of Brian's recent work. What's more, it was ideally suited to radio play, and “Good Vibrations” rocketed to the top of the charts on both sides of the Atlantic.

In America, the success of the single was enough to restore confidence in the band's abilities, while in Britain; the Beach Boys achieved the previously unimaginable feat of toppling the Beatles in the music press end of year polls. Buoyed by this success, Brian announced he was starting work on an even more ambitious project — a projected album that he described, with excitement at the possibilities rather than any sense of arrogance or egotism — as "a teenage symphony to God."

Behind the scenes, however, all was not quite as well as the success of “Good Vibrations” might have made it appear. While the other Beach Boys had been pleased with the success of the single, they still hadn't forgotten the relative failure of "Pet Sounds" and were resenting the stranglehold that Brian now seemed to have over the group — not to mention finding it difficult to slot his more complicated new material comfortably in amongst their earlier work in their live set. Meanwhile, Tony Asher had stormed off describing Brian as "a genius musician, but an amateur human being" in an ominous foretaste of what lay ahead. As Mike Love was out on the road and wouldn't have been particularly keen on writing any more lyrics for “Brian's ego music” anyway, classically trained composer Van Dyke Parks was brought on board as a new lyricist. Together the two began work on a project that they described as an “American gothic trip” blending Brian's increasingly adventurous and evocative compositions with equally evocative and decidedly elliptical lyrics from Van Dyke.

Odd rumors about what they and the Wrecking Crew had been up to in the studio began to filter out to the music press (who, ironically, probably knew more about the intended album at that point than the other Beach Boys did), but little was known for certain until Brian was invited to perform on a serious television documentary presented by Leonard Bernstein, and entitled "Inside Pop." For the broadcast, he chose to perform a new song called “Surf's Up” alone at the piano. Although its title may well be reminiscent of the songs for which The Beach Boys are better known, the song itself could not be further removed from that style. Even in this rough and unadorned early incarnation, it is recognizable as a composition of remarkable and incredible depth, and in retrospect it's hardly surprising that such an air of anticipation and expectation grew up around the album, initially known as "Dumb Angel" and then later renamed "Surf's Up," that this performance was acting as a trailer for.

"Smile" was originally intended for release early in 1967; Capitol assigned it a release date and printed not only an elaborate full color cover (stored for years in a warehouse and finally destroyed), but also a lavish illustrated lyric booklet, and fully expected it to be delivered and released on time. However, when the other Beach Boys returned from touring to record their vocals, the future of "Smile" suddenly started to look a lot less certain. Brian had opted for the tactic of recording the album in small individual musical segments to be joined up at a later date rather than as complete takes of individual songs, and this left them without any tangible compositions to use as a frame of reference.

More significantly, however, they were puzzled and frustrated by the impenetrable meaningless of Van Dyke's lyrics. Unease grew as they ran through their vocal parts, culminating in a furious row that saw Mike Love screaming "what do these lyrics mean?" when called on to add lead vocals to a song called “Cabin Essence.” Fearing that he might become the cause of a rift between the Wilson brothers, Van Dyke immediately quit the project, leaving Brian without any vocal supporters.

Hardly the most strong-willed of individuals, he reacted to the stance adopted by the rest of the band by retreating further into his hallucinogenic habit, and unofficially abandoning "Smile." With insecurity clouding his creative abilities and his psyche further imbalanced by his mammoth chemical intake (not long before, he had run from a movie theatre in terror after a character in a film addressed another as "Mr. Wilson"), this was the start of a mental decline that would haunt him for many years.

"Smile" was to have been preceded by “Heroes And Villains,” a seven minute song spread across two sides of a single. As the second part had not been assembled from Brian's fragmentary recordings, a new and heavily truncated version was hurriedly recorded and put out some months later as an A-side (the B-side was “You're Welcome,” a catchy vocal chant that itself had been intended for "Smile"). Unsurprisingly, the single failed to replicate the success of “Good Vibrations,” and public excitement over "Smile" began to dissipate.

However, there was no "Smile," at least not in a releasable state, and Capitol was putting the band under immense pressure to come up with a new album. In one day-long session, they recorded rushed, badly arranged and at times near unlistenable versions of some of the songs that had been intended for the album, added the single versions of “Good Vibrations” and “Heroes And Villains” for good measure, and put it out as "Smiley Smile." During a summer that was dominated by The Beatles' acclaimed "Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Heart's Club Band," the lackluster offering was barely noticed.

The rest of the band quickly went back into the studio and knocked together the “back to basics” set "Wild Honey" and the impressive single “Do It Again,” which re-established them as the successful Beach Boys that they had been before "Pet Sounds," and it looked as though "Smile" had been quietly and conveniently forgotten about.

However, in the long term the record proved to be very difficult to forget about, and material that was intended for the abandoned album had a habit of leaking out in various places. Longtime Beach Boys associates Jan and Dean released a cover version of “Vegetables,” and both “Our Prayer” and “Cabin Essence” turned up on the otherwise straightforward Beach Boys album "20/20" in 1968. Even “Do It Again” ended with a couple of seconds of sounds of hammering and sawing wood, which originated from one of Brian's more adventurous "Smile" sessions.

In the early 1970s, The Beach Boys found new favor with the progressive rock audience, who recognized parallels between Brian Wilson's mid-1960s work and the sophisticated progressive rock that had followed in its wake. Inevitably the subject of "Smile" arose again, with the result that both “Cool Cool Water” (which had originally formed part of an intended “Elements Suite” on "Smile," where it was known as “I Love To Say Da-Da”) and “Surf's Up” were dragged out and touched up for release, the latter becoming the title track of the band's 1971 album.

Throughout the following years there were continual hints that "Smile" was due for imminent release in some form, but all of these came to nothing until the unissued “Heroes And Villains Part One” turned up as a bonus track on a CD issue of "Smiley Smile" in 1990, and most of the tracks were included on the "Good Vibrations" box in 1993.

Needless to say, there have been countless theories proposed on how the world might have been different if "Smile" had been released, ranging from the predictable and thoroughly unrealistic deification of Brian Wilson and the supposition that its release might have prevented wars and pioneered nuclear fusion, to the rather more realistic possibility that it would have met with an even more baffled and unenthusiastic response than "Pet Sounds" had done, and would have forced the Beach Boys into a panic-stricken return to their original style and image, with the rest of the story running pretty much as it did in reality.

Needless to say, most of the speculation was based on the fact that "Smile" was to all intents and purposes unfinished, and that the world had been left with the merest tantalizing glimpse of a legendary project to fuel their imaginations. Yet the album was completed in the late 1980s, when Brian Wilson returned to the Capitol tape archive under the guidance of his long-term psychologist Dr. Eugene Landy, and assembled the tapes into some semblance of the album as he had originally intended back in 1966.

With the official release of much of the material and the availability of much of the rest on bootleg, it has become possible for listeners to piece together their own complete version of "Smile" too. So how does the legendary album really sound? Well, it certainly puts a new perspective on many of the mythologies that have built up around its making and contents.

Tapes, including the aforementioned “woodchopping session” and another that features the band making animal noises, that had baffled bootleggers for years and led to all manner of speculation about Brian's mental state at the time, are presented in their proper musical context and suddenly seem to make a lot more sense. Although already familiar, “Our Prayer,” “You're Welcome,” “Surf's Up,” and “Cabin Essence” still sound amazing (the latter being one of the best songs recorded during the 1960s, and about as far removed from the stereotypical view of the Beach Boys' music as you can get), as do the breezy “Wind Chimes” and the hilarious “I Wanna Be Around Friday Night.” The two-part “Heroes And Villains” is certainly more interesting and adventurous than the better-known single version, but it starts to drag towards the end, and many of the segments feel like they've just been tagged on for the sake of it rather than for any valid musical reason. Similarly, even though Paul McCartney can reputedly be heard somewhere in the backing track, “Vegetables” just seems a bit silly (not least the oddly "do-it-yourself" -like sentiments of the verse where the listener is asked to write in and tell the band the name of their favorite vegetable!).

On the other hand, some standalone fragmentary pieces like “The Old Master Painter” work perfectly, and the continued back-references to recurring musical motifs (in particular, hints of “Heroes and Villains” and “Good Vibrations” show up at regular intervals) lend the album a symphonic and thematic feel. Although made up of seemingly unconnected fragments, the “Elements Suite” is highly effective, and succeeds in evoking each of the elements in its component pieces; the jubilant “Look!,” the sparkling “I Love To Say Dada,” the tribal feel of “Earth Chant” and the notorious “Mrs. O'Leary's Cow.” The latter track was recorded during a session where the musicians were asked to wear fire service uniforms and small bonfires were lit in the studio. This succeeded in helping create the right sort of surging, powerful feel for the track, but also had the unfortunate side effect of further heightening Brian's paranoia when they learned that a nearby building had burnt down at the same time as the session had been held. Believing his music to be responsible, he reputedly destroyed the master tapes by burning them — although this quite obviously did not actually happen!

The highlight of the album is without question “Wonderful,” a beautiful and mysterious love song with a delicate arrangement that fits between the fragments “He Gives Speeches” and “Child Is Father To The Man” in near-ethereal fashion. Overall, it isn't quite the musical holy grail that popular mythology has built it up to be, and it certainly would not have found favor with a mass audience in 1967, but it's certainly a challenging and adventurous work that would have been hailed as a masterpiece many times by now.

The Beach Boys and their marketing advisers might well prefer the public to remember them as the neatly turned out young men who sang “Help Me Rhonda” and posed on hot rods on their album sleeves, but their true musical legacy remains "Pet Sounds," "Smile," and “Good Vibrations.” All are well worth hearing, not merely because they still sound fascinating and breathtaking adventurous even all this time later, but because they're extremely useful for disproving misconceptions about The Beach Boys.

If you're short of something to do, why not try playing “Mrs. O'Leary's Cow” to someone who thinks the band was only ever responsible for lightweight insubstantial pop fluff, and asking them what they think of it. Or better still, why not play “Cabin Essence” to someone who likes them because they believe that the band were only responsible for lightweight 1960s pop fluff. Let's see them do their ironic sixties dance to that...

Hey Mickey, What's with all the Notes?

I’m sure you’ve been wondering why I’ve been writing so many “notes” in Facebook. What’s that, you hadn’t even noticed? Well …

(And why do they call them “notes”? I would consider them “blogs,” which, by the way, I think is a terrible name. It is a blend of the terms “web log,” not even a good acronym in the IBM manner like "ASCII." (There's a joke in there; do you get it?) It is true that the power of the web, allowing anyone to post content, is the source of the name "blog" as well as the object. In the old days, you had to go to a “vanity publisher” and pay to have your thoughts published — at least those whose thoughts were not deemed “commercial.”)

(And what’s with all the “quote marks”? (And should the question mark go inside the quote like periods and commas do? I have so many questions.)))

Well, getting back, why I publish “notes,” (and I think they would best fit the description of “articles,” although I’m not sure where these articles would be published), I do it to express myself. (No, not Madonna! Charlie Wright and the Watts 103rd Street Rhythm Band:)

Express Yourself!
Express Yourself!
You don’t ever need help from nobody else. All you got to do now:
Express Yourself!

What ever you do, do it good. What ever you do, do it good. All right...
It’s not what you look like, when you’re doin’ what you’re doin’.
It’s what you’re doin’ when you’re doin’ what you look like you’re doin’!

Express Yourself! Express Yourself!
They’re doin ‘it on the moon, yeah... In the jungle too.
Everybody on the floor, now. Jumpin’ like a kangaroo.
So let the horns do the thing they do, yo...
Some people have everything, and other people don’t.
But everything don’t mean a thing if it ain’t the thing you want.

Express Yourself!
Express Yourself!
O, do it! O, do it. Do it to it.
Go on and do it.
Yo, do it. Give.
Express Yourself!
Express Yourself

Now that is poetry … Shakespearean even … Go Charlie … express yourself.

Yeah, "It’s not what you look like, when you’re doin’ what you’re doin’. It’s what you’re doin’ when you’re doin’ what you look like you’re doin’!" So, what do I look like I’m doin’? Are you lookin’ at me? Are you lookin’ at me? (And what happened to all the “g’s”?)

Sorry, I got distracted again. Short attention span, you know. Now where was I … (those are called ellipsis, and there are only supposed to be three … think about that people!)

I know you’ve all heard of “left brain, right brain” stuff. You know, the left brain is where the logical, sequential, rational, ratiocinative (now there’s a $20 word!!), analytical, objective, view things as parts, modular, thinking occurs

… and right brain is where the random, intuitive, holistic, synthesizing, perspicacious (OK, that’ll be $40 please), subjective, view things as whole, complete thinking occurs.

The left brain is rational and the right brain is creative. I’ve spent my life and my career working in the left brain side. Of course, that is a simplification, because math and engineering and invention is in there too, but we tend to think of artists and musicians and poets and novelist as being right brain.

I have a need to be creative. I suspect we all do. That is one reason I’m drawn to music and photography and creation of multimedia objects; especially arts where I can apply technology, science, and my knowledge and skills. AND THAT IS WHY I WRITE!! (Stop shouting!!!)

But I am also a teacher by inclination and — at times — trade. I love to explain things. Hell, let’s be honest, I just love to talk. A classroom was a perfect, captive audience, venue for me. But people kept interrupting me with questions, “could you hold that until I’ve finished talking, please.” Writing is perfect — no-one raising their hand or jumping in with their view on what I was so perfectly pontificating.

Oh how I love to write. In my best Dr. Seuss: “Oh the things I think and once they’re thunk they must be placed on the page, ker-plunk.”

I have so many things I would like to talk about. And so many interests I want to pursue.

— Isn’t the internet wonderful? Why if I was writing about the synchronicity between certain Beach Boys songs and Beatles songs and the impact of “Penny Lane,” I can quickly Google the release dates of “Pet Sounds” and “Good Vibrations” and contrast them with the release of “Rubber Soul,” the “Penny Lane” single, and “Sgt. Peppers.” Love that Google. (I first used a search engine called Alta Vista — it was nice — wonder what happened to it — a-hah — a “note.” — No, make that an “article,” and stop with all the dashes already.)

(Did anyone notice the single dash or "minus" vs. the double "daaash"? And thank you MS Word for providing the correct typographical and lexilogical symbol. "LEXILOGICAL" … oh now you're just making up words. What a pompous ass! or is it: What! A pompous ass? Did you know "pompis" is Spanish for "backside"? A pompis ass … hmmmm … redundant.)

((And what about all these parentheses … are they just parenthetical, or are they key to understanding the thinking?) (((STOP interrupting me !!))) … or should it be {[(STOP interrupting me !!)]} … now I like that … so mathematical.

Sorry about that; where was I; oh yes; now I have a blog, and I know none of you even know about it. Maybe some? Sum? Zero sum?? Alas, I have no “followers.” [Steve has “followers.” Why can’t I get any “followers?”] (See http://mickey-cheatham.blogspot.com/ — see: no followers!)

But, on Facebook, I have “followers” … err … “friends.” But, again, alas, I’ve seemed to have lost them too. I used to post notes on FB and get comments and “likes.” But, I overdid it, I know that’s the problem, the last few notes just disappeared into the ether (proven to not exist by the Michelson Morley experiment, 1887, (thanks Google) which ultimately led to Einstein’s special theory of relativity — a-hah, another note.)

So, even though I am just talking to myself — and no interruptions please — that is why I write “notes” or, as I prefer, “articles.”

No, they won’t stop me until they take this keyboard from my cold dead fingers. I have a first amendment right you know, I can say what I please and political correctness be damned (oops, sorry about that kids, better flag this as mature audience only), I’ll say what I want, no matter how illogical and poorly informed, ‘cause I got the right. Scene: crowded theater, actor turns to audience, “Fire!,” “Fire!” … "not ‘till you see the whites of their eyes." "OK pilgrim.")

{Do you like jazz? Do you know what “scat singing” is? How about “stream of consciousness”? Well, this is “stream of unconsciousness.” How do you like it so far?}

And so ends a note without a single smiley face. Isn’t life grand? What’s that? A piano # (Oh my God, is that a question? A statement. An exclamation! An explanation!?! What punctuation do I use? I can’t take this any longer!)

Coda

Friday, May 14, 2010

My Time in (Aero) Space

Today’s final launch of the shuttle Atlantis (and the two remaining launches before the entire fleet goes into mothballs) has me reminiscing. It was 1973 and I had just moved to Colorado after leaving the Navy. My first job was with A.R.F. Products. They had a little R & D Lab in Boulder on Valmont Reservoir with about 20 engineers and 10 support people. The main manufacturing plant was in Raton, New Mexico, and we did all the research and government work.

I was hired as an engineering technician (I had not completed my EE degree at that point), and worked on the design and test of “Command Receivers.” These were little UHF FM radios that received signals and activated relays. They were entirely self-contained and typically used to receive the dreaded “Command Destruct Signal.” This is a radio signal to a missile or rocket commanding the built-in explosive package to detonate. This was done if a missile or rocket booster went off course to prevent it from crashing into the ground. Instead, just pieces crash into the ground.

Now my high frequency experience from the Navy was all vacuum tube, klystron, magnetron, traveling wave tube, and stuff like that. The receiver I was working on at A.R.F. had a 500 MHz, integrated circuit, Phase Locked Loop local oscillator and complementary CMOS transistor RF front end; absolute state of the art. I was like a kid in a candy store working with this latest (for 1970) technology. It was very expensive in those days, but these were government contracts, so let the cost be damned!

My primary job was acceptance testing. We would manufacture about 30 of these babies a month, and I would put them through their paces. We called it “shake and bake.” I would put the receivers into a small environmental chamber, about the size of a microwave oven, and take them up to 100 degrees centigrade: that’s the boiling point of water. I would test them for sensitivity and spurious signal rejection and harmonic operation points and they had to pass perfectly. Then down to minus 40 degrees C (same temperature as minus 40 F) using CO2 as the cooling agent and repeat tests.

I would also put them on a vibration tester. This was a giant, water cooled coil about one foot across. It was just like the driver of a loudspeaker, only it was 1,000 watts. I would drive it from a signal generator sweeping the frequency from 5 Hz to 1000 Hz at 10 Gs of acceleration. (We later added random signal tests — I suggested we play Led Zeppelin, but the stuffy old engineer insisted on some signal source that matched milspec 100.17b — no Led Zep!)

If the receiver failed any of these tests, I would troubleshoot and fix it. I remember trying to hold a scope probe on one of the receiver’s circuit boards while it shook at 10 Gs. Finally soldered wires to the test points to do the signal trace.

I got to go to Wiz-Mar a few times (White Sands Missile Range) when we had some telemetry failures. The problem turned out to be static electricity. Solid state devices have always been sensitive to static discharge. When we assembled the CMOS devices, they came with a wire wrapping all the pins and grounding out the case. We would use special mats to solder on and had wrist straps grounding us out. I was not allowed to wear any jewelry. We built telemetry devices that would be taken out on the range and installed in these instrument boxes in preparation for a missile launch. When they plugged in the antenna, the static would zap the front end of the receiver. I actually saw a blue spark once. The wind and the sand at Wiz-Mar were awful.

Our command receivers were used in early Boeing cruise missiles. Then we got the call to design a receiver for the shuttle. We completely redid the design and built about 500 of the receivers. They are still used today, two of them, one in each solid fuel booster. (There have been about 130 shuttle launches, with two of our receivers on every one.)

When the Challenger shuttle disaster occurred, our receivers were used to destroy the solid fuel boosters because their parachutes failed due to the external fuel tank explosion. It was a sad day for all of us that had worked on the shuttle, but I was proud our little A.R.F. contribution worked as intended. I have a big picture in my office of the shuttle being prepared on the pad. It was a gift from a friend. I still look at that picture with the eyes of Arthur C. Clark. That, folks, is a space ship — well, maybe more of a delivery van — but it goes into space!

Later in the 70’s, I started teaching at Electronics Technical Institute in Denver, Colorado, but still worked at A.R.F. nights and weekends. I got involved in some power supply designs and also a special radio running at extremely low frequency to be used in mines. That never really worked out. We didn’t even get to creating prototypes because the math just didn’t work. It is just hard to get radio signals to pass through a mile or more of dirt. Wouldn't it have been great to have those underground radios during this recent coal mine disaster?

My entire early career was around two technical areas. One was testing and the other was radio. From my time as a radio station and later TV station engineer, to my Navy experience as a calibration technician and radio technician, to my teaching of microwave electronics and F.C.C. License preparation, to my work on UHF radio gear at A.R.F., I was the “analog guy.” It wasn’t until ten years later at IBM that I started working in computers. And then the focus became test. And that is where I still am today.

So, since graduating from Navy Electronics Technician 'A' School in 1967 to retirement some time in 2011, I've worked with technology for forty-four years, and that doesn't count my pre-High School experience with HAM radio. I think I probably started all this stuff in 1959 at the tender age of 12 — actually I think I started at the age of 9 with my first telescope. (Yup, I was gonna be an astronomer. Certain of that.)

Today I can play the radio, but I haven’t designed one in three decades. So this is how it ends for an old HAM Radio guy. No radio for you. No space shuttle for you. And in about one more year, no more computers for you.

So it is with some sadness (actually a lot of sadness) that I see my career coming to an end. I plan to be very involved with photography, video, and production business after I retire, but other than fixing people’s PCs, I don’t see much of a future in designing and programming computers. I did have a lot of fun this last week when a vendor was in Boulder and we got to install and check out a nice static analysis tool, and I got a fast refresh in UNIX, but you know I’ve already given all my UNIX text books away to old friends and I’m on the downward slide to social security.

Still I remember those heady days when the smell of alcohol was in the air and the frost from liquid O2 was on the side of the rocket and hearing the loud speaker in the block house count down: three, two, one, zero … all systems are go, we have LAUNCH.

What’s that honey? Oh, you said lunch. I thought … never mind!

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Ode to my Little White Honda

I bought my 1989 Honda in 1990 for $8,000 (the dealer was asking $10,000). It was a choice between a new, plain-Jane Honda Civic or, for the same money, a tricked out Honda Si with a 16 valve, dual overhead cam, 5 speed shift-yourself, fancy interior used Si with 10,000 miles. I needed reliable transportation and a second car for commuting to work and the airport. I had just sold my black ’85 Chevy Camaro Z28. For one thing I kept getting speeding tickets while parked at the curb. (The cop said the radar must not be working, because he could just look at the car and knew I was speeding.) Besides, Mike was about to get his drivers license and I didn’t want to hear “Dad can I borrow the ‘Z’?”

The little Honda looked like it would be economical and practical, and fun too. It is a hatch back with a sporty little wing spoiler over the rear window and a monster sound system. Black interior with wrap-around seats and a buzzing little engine that goes up mountain passes like lightning and keeps up with 85 mph freeway traffic with no sweat. It gets 35 miles per gallon, even in commuting, and pushes 40 when out on the hiway and kept under 60.

I’ve driven that car now for 20 years and 186,000 miles, and I’ve only put in gas and oil and the occasional brake job and tires. The muffler failed once, years ago, but the new muffler has a life-time warranty. Like any overhead cam engine, you have to replace the timing belt at around 60,000 miles or risk expensive engine damage if it fails. I’ve replaced that belt twice and I’m about to do that for the third time, but no other mechanical problems and it doesn’t leak a drop of oil on the garage floor. It has been the most reliable and cost efficient vehicle I’ve ever owned. I recently replaced the stereo and all the speakers, upgrading from cassette to CD and iPod capable sound machine. I’ve put a few wiper blades on it and replaced the windshield a couple of times. But it takes a lickin’ and keeps on tickin’. It got hailed on once and has a few little pockmarks from that, although the years and the Colorado sun have popped most of those little dents out. No other scars, never been in an accident, and the original white finish is still looking good except for a few little dots of rust that the next waxing will remove.

This car still gets knowing glances in parking lots and “nice car” comments from teenagers (who we all know are the real knowledgeable car experts!) I’ve thought about a new paint job or fancy wheels, but it seems like gilding the lily, or maybe just putting lipstick on a pig.

I love to drive the car; it handles like a sports car with its 15 inch wheels and wide Michelin donuts. It is a rather plain car, no power seats and the windows have old-fashioned cranks, but it has a power moon roof, heated rear window, rear window wipers, and air conditioning. And everything works!!

Well the old white buggy is getting old (as is the pilot, but that is a tale for another time) and will need a new clutch soon ($700,) and another one of those timing belts ($700), and the mechanic thought there might be a little oil seeping out of one of the valve covers and wanted to redo the gaskets ($300), so just as spring turns a young man’s fancy to girls, spring turned this old guy’s fancy to a new car.

In the time I’ve had the Honda, Linda has had an Oldsmobile 98 LS, a Ford Taurus, and two new Toyota Camrys including her current blue baby one with every bell and whistle that Tokyo engineers could devise. Her car talks and listens and even knows the way home better than I do. Mean while I’m still driving the no power steering, no cruise control, no navigation system, and starting to have a “meaningful relationship” with the mechanic, white Honda.

Now don’t get me wrong. I love my Honda. It fits me like a glove. Well, that is one problem. I have to put the Honda on like a pair of pants. I’ve worn a hole in the upholstery of the wrap around seat sliding into this little Japanese auto, and it is about time to get out the gaffer tape and patch the seat. It is the first sign of real wear on this car after all the long years and miles. This car took me to and from the airport all those years in IBM Technical Education, drove the 12 miles from home to work about as many times as a trip to the moon and back, and knows Denver like the back of its hand. It transported me to one graduate degree from the University of Denver and to countless meetings at Metropolitan State College and other various destinations in the greater Denver metropolitan area. I have zoomed zoomed down the hiway with this baby so many times it is like an extension of my being. If I oversleep, it drives itself to work without me, and knows when I’m having a bad day and plays my favorite songs just to cheer me up. A better friend has no man than this little white car that has only failed to start twice (not counting the ten times I forgot to turn off the lights and came back to a dead battery — did I mention it has no warning buzzer if you leave the lights on?). And both of those times a simple electrical part got me back on the road for under $100. Still, it may be time to consider a new car.

So, what to get? I’ve often taken advantage of the hatchback’s fold down rear seats to carry recording equipment, lawn mowers, and even the occasional wide screen TV. So I wanted a new car with some haulin’ space. Linda likes to take all the grandkids and cousins to the rec center, so she was looking for a seven passenger something with a third row seat. I noted the Toyota RAV4 had a third seat, so we checked that out. Unfortunately the third row seat in the RAV4 is about big enough for two hamsters. Although the cousins are of diminished vertical stature, it still seemed like a baby seat, only too far back to reach the bottle.

Still I like the RAV4. It is small and until recent events you trusted Toyota quality. I wasn’t interested in 4 wheel drive, I’m a city boy, but I did like the looks and the RAV4 was easy for a large (or extra large) guy like me to ingress and egress. So it was high on my list; the front wheel drive version. However, the interior of the RAV4 did not entail the luxury of which I would like to become accustomed.

I fell in love with the new Ford Flex. It is a unique styled vehicle with seven adult passenger spaces (six if you get the middle seat buckets with the electric refrigerator in the arm rest!!!) and a leather interior that was exactly what I was looking for. It is a powerful and roomy vehicle, and I love the way it drove. Video screens for everybody and a moon roof extending clear to the third row seating. Electric everything with heated AND COOLED seats (using the special perforated leather for air flow). Not a sports car by any means, but neither is the RAV4. One downside is the sticker price — especially for one with all the gee gaws like I want — but I’m a successful engineer, and cost be damned if I want it. The poor fuel economy on the other hand concerned an old cheap skate like me who expects $5.00 gas before long. The Flex is a big vehicle and that means heavy and that means fuel economy under the 20 mpg range around town and little better on the hiway. The twin turbo V6 is a “mover,” but it is also a “drinker.”

So, guess what? I think the little white Honda will be with me for a few more years. Better call the mechanic and make an appointment for a new timing belt. Besides, that 90 degree, unbanked turn on the back way to work — this morning I took it at 50 mph, and the SUV following me too close nearly rolled and ran onto the shoulder trying to keep up. “Yeah, your V6 goes fast in a straight line, but watch the next turn I take at 60 and eat my dust!” (CAUTION — done on a closed road course — don’t try this at home.)

First gear, it's all right (Honda, Honda, go faster, faster)
Second gear, I’ll lean right (Honda, Honda, go faster, faster)
Third gear, hang on tight (Honda, Honda, go faster, faster)
Faster, it's all right.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Music Production for Dummies (How to make a million clams in one easy lesson.) – Lesson Two

The musical landscape (or portrait if you turn it sideways)
I spoke in the last lesson about pallets and painting. That is the vision I have of music production. You are an artist and you have tools. You have a pallet filled with colors and a can full of brushes. As producer, you select the color and brush and layer on the sound. Painting is two dimensional (unless you paint houses), but music production is multidimensional.

I image my musical canvas (keeping the metaphors unmixed!) as a coordinate system. You remember from High School math the Cartesian Coordinate System, don’t you? That was the cross on the paper with the ‘X’ axis going horizontal from left to right and the ‘Y’ axis going vertical from bottom to top. You can add a third dimension, ‘Z’. Now imaging more than three dimensions. Sort of hurts the brain, doesn’t it?

The musical dimensions
In modern music production there are literally several dimensions. Good old stereo, where the music comes out of two speakers across from each of your ears, is a simple example. I adjust different instrument and vocal tracks onto the left and right speakers using the “pan” control. But I imagine that the stage not only has width, left and right, but also depth, forward and back. One way I adjust depth is with the gain control which affects the volume or loudness. Imagine soft sounds are farther away.

I also work with a vertical dimension. That is the tone or frequency (pitch) range. Bass is on the bottom and treble is on the top.

There are several other parameters or “things” I can adjust with my post-production equipment and software, including echo and reverb as well as effects like chorus and flanger. These can affect what I call “presence” or nearness of the sound. We’ll get into those in a future lesson.

Modern musical reproduction
Let’s take an asside for a moment and discuss modern day music systems and “stereo.” Things are a lot more complicated these days. Music can be encoded to come out of more than just two speakers. To begin with, there is the “subwoofer.” This is a single, large speaker that is equalized (think filtered) to only play the lowest frequencies. Actually there are two kinds, subwoofer and “extreme” subwoofer called LFE for Low Frequency Effects. The latter is used with movies to provide the tones almost below the range of human hearing. These sounds create the impression of great power. Modern day sound systems are often used with DVDs both to show video or movies and also to encode more tracks than regular stereo “red book” CDs. (Red book is the name of the common CD standard.) I love to play the beginning of the “Lord of the Rings” to people on my home theater which has a LFE (60 watt, 15 inch speaker). When the bad guy gets his ring finger chopped off and there is some sort of slow explosion, I can rattle the furniture and a few teeth. You don’t “hear” it as much as “feel” it. My father-in-law ran from the room when I did that. I asked Linda, “Did I have that too loud?”

Systems that decode multiple channels of audio have been the work of a company called Dolby for many years. They were first known for musical “noise” reduction, but they have pioneered a lot more as music reproduction has exploded into three dimensions. Following the standard set by Dolby, a 2.1 system (or Dolby 2.1) is a stereo system with two speakers (2), left and right, and with one subwoofer (.1).

Digression into frequency and wavelength
I will digress further and explain why only one subwoofer is required. All individual sounds have a frequency. The lowest frequencies or sounds we can hear are below 100 cycles per second or Hertz. The range of a subwoofer is 20 to 100 or 200 Hz. The highest frequencies we can hear depends on our age, but it is around 10,000 Hz in a young person. We do need frequencies higher than that to fully appreciate something called a transient or rapid rise which means that good “hi-fi” systems reproduce sounds to about 20,000 Hz or 20 KHz. Above that, only the dogs can enjoy.

You can measure frequency in cycles per second or in something called wavelength. That is the length of a sound pressure wave. This depends on the speed of sound and other parameters, and I won’t get technical except to say that wavelength is the reciprical of frequency. That means as frequency goes up, wave length decreases. If you double the frequency, the wavelength is half. The wavelength of a 1 KHz sound is a little over a foot and a 20 KHz sound is about half an inch. The human brain determines sound location by comparing the sound in the left ear to the sound in the right ear and distinguishing tiny timing differences. (What a clever creator we have!). But when wavelength becomes too long, the sound in the two ears can’t be differentiated. Since 100 Hz wavelength is over 11 feet long, the sound arriving at the two ears (only separated by about 6 inches) is almost identical. For that reason, we can’t distinguish low frequencies, those below 200 Hz or so, and tell where they came from. We can hear them fine, we just don’t know where in the room they came from.

Combine that scientific fact with the fact that the amplifier and sound system required to reproduce low frequencies or bass tones requires a large speaker surface and a lot of power, the engineers decided to create one powerful amplifier with a large loudspeaker and filter the low frequencies from both the left and right stereo channels and combine them into one speaker: the subwoofer.

Return to modern music reproduction
So Dolby 2.1 is the new version of “stereo.” Sound systems take a normal stereo signal in two channels and produce the subwoofer signal. There are typically two smaller speakers or towers designed to handle the mid-range and high frequency sound in the left and right channel, plus a subwoofer which reproduces the bass sounds from both channels. You can put the subwoofer speaker where ever you like, with some out of the way location on the floor very popular. The left and right speakers should be placed some distance apart, best at ear level, and on the left and right of the listener. No special mixing or sound production is required to support Dolby 2.1.

In the last few decades, the movie industry (Hollywood) developed sophisticated sound systems for movie theaters to make them competative with watching TV at home. These systems wrapped speakers all around the theater in a form of “surround sound.” Again, Dolby was at the forefront of this effort as were people like Steven Spielberg and his company Digital Theater Systems. As technology marched on we started to get home theaters with DVD technology and surround sound came to the home. A simple one is 4.1 That has two speakers in the front, the normal stereo placement, plus the subwoofer (.1). What was added was a pair of “rear” speakers which were placed behind the listener and viewer. In addition, the stereo speakers were moved farther apart to create separation. That left something of a sonic hole in the middle, so Dolby 5.1 was invented. It added a center speaker. In theory you could just add a little of the left and right to produce the center sound: L + R, but that decreases the stereo separation, and the point of moving the speakers apart int he first place was to increase separation. So special mixing techniques were used to create the center channel and make it more than just L + R. Since this seems like the more speakers, the better, let’s add two more speakers on the same plane as the listener. These are called side speakers and this configuration is called Dolby 7.1. As you may have guessed, there is even 9.1, but 7.1 is pretty much the limit in home theaters. The many channels are called L, R, C, Sub, SR, SL, and RR, and RL. (Sometimes the rear is only a single speaker, RC. We still call that 7.1, but it is more 6.1!)

People like George Lucas (through THX, named after one of his early sci-fi movies) and Dolby have led the development of systems to encode DVD movies just like in the theater where there may be as many as 12 different pairs of side speakers each with a unique channel which lets the sound and music actually move around the theater. Modern home theater amplifiers can process the complex DVD sound and produce effects mimicing the theater. THX systems were designed to map the many, many speakers supported in the movie sound track into the simpler 5.1 or 7.1 in the home theater.

But we are here to talk about music, not movies. Of course, more music is being published on DVD these days which allows these multi channel, 7.1 encoding. Modern sound production software such as Digidesign ProTools and Adobe Audition allow a producer to mix in multi-dimensions. So 5.1 and 7.1 is available to the music producer if the final output will be put onto a music DVD (or in a movie).

I’m old fashioned
But I’m an old fashioned guy, and I stick to 2.1, which is really the same as simple stereo since the subwoofer does not have a discrete audio channel, it just combines the low frequencies of L + R using a filter. I don’t have 5.1 or 7.1 speaker system in my studio, and won’t be adding that any time soon, if ever.

So I stick to just panning from L to R. That is the KISS principle (Keep it Simple and Straighforward — or Keep It Simple, Stupid). I create the other dimensions using tone and pressence and several other tricks. As for these other tricks, you will have to wait for the next lesson, lesson three of my “Music Production for Dummies (How to make a million clams in one easy lesson.)”

TTFN.

Music Production for Dummies (How to make a million clams in one easy lesson.)

I love working as a producer. The collaborative and creative work just makes my juices flow. And when it comes together, no number of high fives can complete the celebration.

There are so many brushes in a producer’s pallet (warning — mixed metaphor alert), including tone, effects, stereo image, volume, and a few more that are not at all obvious. Let’s take a popular new song and map out how it was produced in one of my favorite motifs. I’ll say more about where this motif comes from later.

The song is “I and Love and You” by the Avett Brothers. These two have worked in blue grass and punk, but this song is a beautiful ballad format. (What’s with these punk bands and ballads? Sort of like Green Day with “Time of Your Life.”)

This latest Avett Brothers album was produced by Rick Rubin, and frankly you can’t really tell what creative parts and arrangement came from the Avetts and what part is from Rick (or even their bass player, Bob Crawford).

Rick is well known in the metal and punk arena starting with his production of the Beastie Boys. He has also produced Danzig, Slayer, Linkin Park, the Red Hot Chili Peppers, Metallica, and System of a Down. On top of that he has coproduced with Johnny Cash. Quite a resume I would say.

So, let’s get to the song called “I and Love and You.” I will map the song’s arrangement. It’s a simple little thing in D. This will work best if you play the music along as you read the words and production description. Ready? Here we go.

[It starts with a simple piano line D to G]

[Then Scott starts singing]

Load the car and write the note
Grab your bag and grab your coat
Tell the ones that need to know

[Now Seth joins in for a simple harmony]

We are headed north

[Back to simple voice and piano]

One foot in and one foot back
But it don't pay, to live like that
So I cut the ties and I jumped the tracks

[Again Seth joins in harmony]

For never to return

[Bring in the bass guitar with the piano]

[Add Seth’s harmony on the whole chorus]

Ah Brooklyn Brooklyn take me in
Are you aware the shape I'm in
My hands they shake my head it spins
Ah Brooklyn Brooklyn take me in

[A nice little piano turn-around into the next verse]

[Add strings]

When at first I learned to speak
I used all my words to fight
With him and her and you and me
Ah but it's just a waste of time
Yeah it's such a waste of time

[Join some subtle drums — the kick and the bass guitar almost meld]

That woman she’s got eyes that shine
Like a pair of stolen polished dimes
She asked to dance I said it's fine

[Harmony]

I'll see you in the morning time

[Bring up the drums — let’s hear the snare and cymbals]

Ah Brooklyn Brooklyn take me in
Are you aware the shape I’m in
My hands they shake my head it spins
Ah Brooklyn Brooklyn take me in

[Time for a little Hammond organ sound (with Leslie) — getting phat]

[A little instrumental break]

[Now back to just the vocal and piano with the gentle harmony on the last line]

Three words that became hard to say
I and love and you

[Now the harmony becomes constant]

What you were then, I am today

Look at the things I do

[Bring back the bass, drums, strings, and organ]

Ah Brooklyn Brooklyn take me in
Are you aware the shape I'm in
My hands they shake my head it spins
Ah Brooklyn Brooklyn take me in

[Reprise the chorus and how let’s turn Seth loose with rhythmic counterpoint]

[Soft and simple now. Some strings and a little high register organ]

Dumbed down and numbed by time and age
Your dreams to catch the world, the cage
The highway sets the traveler's stage
All exits look the same

[End like the start — slow it down — fade it out]

Three words that became hard to say
I and love and you
I and love and you
I and love and you

And that is how it’s done!

By the way, the song motif I think this follows is one of my favorites of all time by a Knight of the Realm, Sir Paul McCartney and “Let It Be.”

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

The Time I Got Applause for Fixing an Amplifier

Performers and musicians are used to getting applause for their work. It doesn’t seem fair sometimes that the rest of us work at our jobs, and no-one gives us a standing ovation. Of course, as a comedian once reminded us, we don’t get heckled at work either, so maybe it is fair. But this is the story of the time I got a round of applause from a packed room for fixing a guitar amplifier.

Some time back in the 70’s, I was at the old Wine Cellar in Longmont, Colorado listening to my good friends Casey Anderson and Bill Wienacht sing and play. I had recorded Casey many times and sold cassette tapes at his shows, but this night I was just relaxing and enjoying his music. Funny, I had recorded his songs and produced cassettes, so I probably heard every one of his songs over a hundred times, if not more. Yet I still enjoyed going and listening to him on “my night off” because he was such a great entertainer.

I was there with friends including the lady who would become my wife. Part way through the first set, Casey’s amplifier started cutting out. After a little pause and maybe a little swearing, he plugged into Bill’s bass amp, and the show went on.

During the next break he asked if I might take a look at his amp. “Casey,” I said, “you don’t get it. To troubleshoot problems I need tools and meters and maybe even a scope or signal generator. Plus, if I could figure out the problem, where would we get parts in a middle of the evening in a bar?” But Casey had confidence in me, and said, “I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

I had noticed it was cutting on and off and so maybe the problem was something was loose. I looked into the back and noticed the tubes were not lit up. No power. I then noticed that the pilot light wasn’t on. So that was the problem. I checked the fuse, but no joy; the fuse was good. I switched power cords with the bass amp and confirmed there was AC power. Without a meter, I didn’t think I could do much more, but I figured I might as well drop the chassis out and take a look.

Fender guitar amps have a metal chassis, which is basically a rectangular box made out of sheet metal that is open on the bottom. Only, on the Fender amplifier, it is screwed to the top of the wooden case and speaker cabinet with the open end up, sort of upside-down. In the front, the chassis has the knobs, input plugs, and the pilot light that wasn’t lit. In the back are a few more plugs and switches, and the tubes are mounted pointing down, hanging into the speaker area. On the top are four screws that attach the chassis to the wooden case.

I took out my trusty pocket knife, and using the screw driver blade, I dropped the chassis. Logically I started with the pilot light. (That isn’t logical at all, but it did seem like a good place to start.) The pilot light is a low voltage bulb, typically six or twelve volts. It runs off the same transformer winding that provides the filament power to the vacuum tubes. The filament is exactly like the part of a regular light bulb that gets hot and gives off light. In a vacuum tube, the filament heats up the cathode to create free electrons, and that is the way a tube works. That is why tube radios and amplifiers have to warm up a bit before they play. The filament has to get hot, heating the cathode, and forcing it to emit electrons. The filament runs off a winding from the transformer which provides twelve volts to tubes like 12AT7 (that’s what the 12 stands for, filament voltage) or 6L6 (which uses 6 volts). The pilot light was in a little plastic socket with two small eyes at the end to attach the wires. That is where the power was connected.

Now think about how you might wire up your house. You could run a cable (wires) from the main power panel to the first receptacle in your house. Then run a second cable from the power panel to the second receptacle. And repeat that for every power receptacle in your house. But that would take a lot of wire. Instead of wiring each receptacle and switch box from the main panel, what the electrician does is run power to the first receptacle with a cable from the main power panel. Then he (or she) runs a cable from the first receptacle to the second receptacle, and then from the second to the third. I’ll bet you’ve opened up those receptacle boxes and you may have noticed there are always two cables running in. (Actually four wires, two white and two black … plus a green ground wire. But anyway, there are wires both into and out of each box except for the last box in the circuit.)

Well that is how Mr. Fender had wired this amplifier. The power came to the pilot light and from there it went to each tube socket to provide filament power. And guess what! The wire was broken loose where it was soldered to the pilot light socket. Most likely it was a bad solder joint from day one, but it was stuck in the hole and worked. It had finally wiggled out to the point that the connection was broken. If I had used a meter, I would have seen that the other voltages were present, only the filament voltage was missing. And without a hot filament the tubes didn’t work and neither did the amp.

Now I knew what to fix, and it wouldn’t need a part. Just a soldering iron and some solder. I asked the bartender if he had a soldering iron. After the surprising response that he didn’t, I realized a quick trip home was in order. I told Casey to extend the break a few more minutes and I would be right back. I rushed home and grabbed my soldering gun (no time for an iron, and the gun would work OK on the large pilot light terminal) and a spool of solder and I rushed back.

By now the patrons were a little antsy. They wanted to hear Casey play and didn’t understand what I was doing up on the stage. I quickly resoldered the connection and didn’t even bother screwing the chassis back in. It hung in place well enough that Casey could plug in and start playing.

As he started into his second set, I sat down for a cold beer. Suddenly Casey stopped playing in the middle of his first song, and quickly explained that I had fixed his amp, and the show would go on. As he pointed me out back at my table, the joint broke out into spontaneous applause. I stood to take a bow, and everyone jumped to their feet in a standing ovation. (At least that’s how I remember it, and nobody can say different. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.)

I never charged Casey for the repair. He was a personal friend, and besides, the applause was really more than I had ever gotten for any other repair in my life. To this day when I do a “real good spreadsheet,” I look around to see if anyone noticed. Maybe I could get a little applause! Or maybe I just need an audience here in my office!! I could serve drinks!!!