Vending Machines

About two months ago the vending company who has the contract where I work put two machines just down the hall from my office. The only attempt at acoustic treatment in the building is the suspended ceiling, the rest of the surfaces are very reflective. I spend a lot of my days with the office door nearly or fully closed as the compressor on the pop machine sounds like a helicopter turbine starting up and running. Headphones help but that whine is always there. I'll have to record it and check to see what frequencies are involved. On the plus side it does harmonize pretty well with the whine from my laptop's power supply, so it's not all bad.

Rubycon and shortwave radio.

I was listening to some Tangerine Dream today and remembered that Rubycon was the first electronic music I owned. We lived in NZ at he time and somehow my parents had befriended a cook who worked on a ship. Ken was from England and came over for dinner when he was in town. On one of these visits, early 1976 I think, he brought a cassette of Rubycon for me to listen to. We had had a discussion about music on his previous visit and he thought I might like it. All I had to play it on was a mono cassette recorder that was a Christmas present a few years before. I spent hours listing to the tape through the tiny speaker of the cassette player.
The thing about it was that there was music that someone had made out of the sounds that I loved listening to on the radio I had in my bedroom, a 1957 "portable" multi band tube/valve thing my mum had bought for my dad before they were married. This was when shortwave was full of wonderful coded transmissions and other sounds that I would also listen to for hours. There were the often interesting programs in all sorts of languages but it was those wails and bleeps and undulating siren sounds that fascinated me. The radio is at my parent's house, it came back to Canada with us the next year and I have the tape here with the rest of the cassette collection on a shelf just over my head. I'll have to dig it out and see what it sounds like.
Rubycon and shortwave radio, another couple of things I have to remember to thank my parents for.

In the beginning there was nothing....

which exploded.

Starting by borrowing from one of my favourite writers seemed appropriate.

This will be a rambling, random (and often sporadic) collection of thoughts and experiences with sound in any and all its forms.

I make sounds.
I make things that make sound.
I make things that make sound when they are put together and when they are taken apart.
Part of my living is made recording, reproducing and replacing sounds.
There are those who say I am a bit obsessed with sound.

I agree.