Convergeance : Vague Philosophies
Somewhere between here and there, you find yourself…
Just for a moment, and sometimes you don’t see yourself til you’re gone… and you try for a while to get yourself back, but you’re gone, and life goes on, and you forget.
It’s about feeling, not fidelity. Fidelity is for machines. You can buy a new guitar for less than the parts needed to make one yourself… but it will be made my machines (and slaves), and will feel like it too, though we’re so innured to it by now that we don’t even notice really… a little cold maybe, but we’re thinking about other things – the future; the past… so we don’t notice The Now, until one day we do find something real. Something that allows us to find something real in ourselves. In each other.
I’m interested in hillbilly high-tech. I think that art and magic are the same thing. I think that magic is the manipulation of habit, and sometimes the easiest way of pulling it off is simply to be the first.
The first thing I did when I started thinking about the convergeance of cigar-box guitars and laser/CNC tech, was to make a guitar-neck (got to start somewhere)
When I picked up the guitar neck to feel what it would be like to play, I was hooked. It isn’t perfect… but god damn it’s real. It’s warm and alive… something you instantly feel that you’ll grow into. God I hope I can get the rest of it to work… that I can cut the frets without wrecking the whole thing… that it sounds ok.
So there you go.