When I moved to Boston in June of 2006, I was kindly adopted into the inner circle of Peggy Deming and Mary Webster. Four years later, I consider them some of my very closest friends. Mary is getting married tomorrow morning and tonight was her bachelorette party. At dinner, Mary got asked the inevitable question: "How did you and Scott meet?"
So I whipped out my trusty Tascam DR-100 and recorded their tale. Here's the upshot of the momentous meeting.
I had to agree with my sister when she said that nothing could possibly top yesterday's audio minute. But, alas, the show must go on. Today brings nothing particularly anomalous other than finally checking my voicemail after a couple of weeks. Twenty-five messages later, three messages stood out as "I really wish I would have gotten that voicemail on the day I received it" status.
All three are from the City of Somerville. Thanks for the heads up, guys.
The Daily Sixty: Hide your kids. Hide your wife. And hide your husbands 'cuz they rapin 'errbody out here.
Today's audio minute is not exactly sixty seconds. It is actually 110 seconds. Forgive the cheat; I could not bear to cut any of it (I claim producer's license!).
I was baptized a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in 1992. During the program, my sensational parents and siblings sang the Primary song Baptism (which I have already mentioned in a previous post). I still have the home video of the day captured on VHS tape, so I isolated the audio from their performance. This all represents a fairly emotional event for the Kelly Family because this was, to my knowledge, the last time we ever presented ourselves as an intact family. I was baptized on my eighth birthday (June 14, 1992) and my mother and I left my Dad and siblings on August 2, 1992 (for more information about that drama, you can listen to Sealed). Tradition holds that whenever we cry, we start laughing at ourselves. This piece captures a bit of that.
I asked Pickett, one of my local favorites, to describe his ideal woman. Listen up, ladies. I think we've got some real insight into the male psyche here.
THE DAILY SIXTY: August 7
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The featured pianist.
I love the Public Garden. A solid proportion of my favorite memories have launched there... wandering around with my family, wandering around with men I've wanted to be a part of my family, wandering around with friends that might as well be.
Summer afternoons in the Garden are yet another reason to fall in love with Boston. At any given moment, you can hear a few different languages accompanied by a few different street musicians. Not to mention birds, breezes, and car noises muffled to humming by the surrounding trees. Such a gorgeous cacophony of sound! Today's sixty seconds, recorded this afternoon during a summer stroll, is dedicated to that.
Spear is one of my favorite audio editing programs in the world. It is a spectral analysis tool... it analyzes a sound and outputs it graphically, all frequencies/waves divided into separate partials. In layman's terms, whatever sound you import into Spear ends up looking like a bunch of squiggly lines which you can then edit. You can take out a singular frequency or a whole range by deleting various squiggly lines. I absolutely adore the software. If you are any level of audiophile, I suggest you download it immediately.
In any case, today's experimental piece is brought to you by Michael Klingbeil's Spear, Pro Tools, and the most beautiful Primary song ever written.
Today's audio minute: going to see Dinner for Schmucks. The highlight was when Alexa learned that her job is the lowest of the low. I asked her how it made her feel and her only response was a giggle. I guess that means she's okay with it.