Somewhere there’s music….

Today in our last ever Recording Engineering class, we watched a very cool documentary on Les Paul. I must say he is the most badass 94-year-old man on the planet.

Most people, when they hear the name Les Paul, think of the famous Les Paul guitar. And rightfully so. But he was also a pioneer in recording engineering, being the first to use overdubbing and multitracking and delay, all of which are basically essential in the modern studio today. And I think it was awesome that he and his wife were a musical duo who turned their house into a recording studio when no one had ever recorded from home before. Hooray for innovation! Les Paul’s sound is so distinct, I love it. It’s pure electrified-country-jazz-awesomeness. I think one of my new goals in life is to see him live. If he’s lasted this long, he better stick around long enough for me to get to New York and hear him play the Iridium!

So now thanks to YouTube (and Listerine), you can experience some super-amazing guitar playing, along with some authentically cheesy 50s TV. I like to believe this is how Les and Mary really spent their afternoons at home, haha:

I also loved how the DVD we watched was a great documentary not only about Les Paul himself, but the evolution of the studio, live music, and the entertainment industry in general. In it, Les Paul talks about his influences, ranging from Gene Autry to Bing Crosby…and since then he has become a major influence to artists like Paul McCartney, Keith Richards and BB King. To me, that is one of the most wonderful things about music. It is the connection between generations of great minds; it’s like there’s some kind of power in it that can bring people together and open up more doors than you even thought possible. So much of the world’s greatest music was created that way. After class, I went to turn on my ipod and had to stop and consider for a moment the thousands of AMAZING songs I literally held in the palm of my hand. It was a little overwhelming, haha.
Anyway, I should stop before I start rambling on forever and get lost in my own world.

One more random thing: YouTube tells me that today is the final broadcast of analog TV signals in the U.S. Crazy! Too bad I can’t experience it here…we have a TV but unfortunately no cable. To make up for it, Olivia and I just signed up for Netflix. I CAN’T WAIT.

i love this.

The Psalm Of Life
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!–
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world’s broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no future, howe’er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,–act in the living present!
Heart within, and God o’erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.

home of the future…er, past?

Disclaimer: I think mid-century interior decor is something you either find strangely appealing or disgustingly hideous. Personally, I love it. From funky starburst wall clocks to chrome dining tables and avocado green appliances, the homes of the 60s and 70s were a sight to behold…

That’s actually a recent pic from some guy’s house in the Valley, there are tons more here. Dig those clocks, chairs, and hanging light fixtures! IT’S MY DREAM HOME! Seriously, I would love to have a house like that, haha. I was lucky though; I got to spend a good part of my childhood at my grandparents’ house, which was the epitome of 70s color schemes. I found a picture to serve as proof:

(Yes that’s me…learning to walk with the assistance of a mustard yellow ottoman.)

I really do love those colors, though. Maybe it has to do with the fact that I’ll always associate them with my grandma’s house, which stirs up memories of carefree childhood days…family get-togethers, easter egg hunts, cherries in summertime, etc. My aunt lives there now, so while the green carpeting and some of the art on the wall still exists, the place has been significantly modernized. Ah well, I’m glad I still have the luxury of revisiting it every once in a while.
And in case you’re wondering, no, my new apartment will not look like this, haha. I’m sure it’ll have more than a few retro splashes here and there, but I’ll wait til I own a house someday to construct my groovy mid-century pad, muahahaha.

Tonight’s retro entry brought to you by:
Atomic Ranch
Mid Century Mod <- LJ community
Avocado Memories <- some guy’s website entirely about growing up in 60s/70s Burbank

(Don’t ask how I find these things…I have a lot of time on my hands.)