Monday, December 12, 2011

A Conclusion to that Saga of the Instrument

Well, Friday, we finally put an end to this "instrument" project by grouping the students and allowing them to work out a song, or the closest song-related thing they could muster. Several were good.
My instrument, which you saw in the previous video on my blog, broke. Three times. On the day of the performance. I'm sure you can imagine my glee.
I am also supposed to describe (actually, we were supposed to take a video or pictures, but since I had neither a video-maker or a picture-taker, I shall have to hope that a description with words will build an accurate representation of the happenings of Friday in your head.) what happened, and people's instruments on that day, and that description is this: We were in a large room that looks remarkably like a test chamber from Portal, with linoleum floors. People are everywhere, holding odd objects. There is a boy with relatively long dark hair, parted down the middle, with an odd look on his face as he plucks several rubber bands strung around dixie cups, masked by a cloth suspended around them. The sound is remarkably good for such an instrument. There is a girl with a bright, shiny, round face laughing as she plays a pvc pipe with a hole cut in it, a piece of metal inside the hole. There are an astonishing amount of shakers, rattlers, rattle-drums, and mild stirrers, decorated in an assortment of ways.
I hope this was both entertaining and informative.
Thank you.

Thursday, December 1, 2011

An Instrument

Hello, once more. Last time I spoke with you, I gave you a most wonderful children's story about a yam named Yammy. I hope you enjoyed that. Anyway, I have once more been given an assignment from the authorities of my institution of knowledge. In this project, we had to create an instrument, to, of course, expand our creativity and openness to al varieties of sound and culture. I have been instructed to make a post on this blog about the creation of this piece, and that, I shall:

This thing was originally a container for cocoa, but then I attached to it a long metal ruler and drilled through that ruler to create holes to string through a variety of strings, including rubber bands. Then I covered the entire instrument with duct tape. Then I decorated it with swirlies. Because everyone loves the swirlies. I have also been instructed to make a video:

Thank you for watching that video. You may realize that the video cannot be heard. For that I blame the large quantity of people in the room. You may also have noticed that those arms were not the withered, old, saggy arms of an incredibly old person trying to appear young. For that I thank plastic surgery. That voice is also not mine. I hired a young person on the street who had the best sounding voice for that job. You will never find me.