Week 9 Day 2
Tag Archives: Resonance
Week 9, Day 1
It’s as if I woke up in the backseat of some cockpit. I knew it was a dream but there was still a feeling of awakening. At first glance, Iwoul d have sworn I was in some kind of spaceship. Everything outside the glass was
pitch-black. When I looked at the front seat, things slightly refocused and then I saw the pilot.
He paused for effect. “Given much thought to our previous encounters?”
“You mean communing with my more insane side?”
“Tones. Frequencies above the individual fundamental.”
“Resonance affects all life. You could say we are salmon moving through a vibrational stream.”
Then he shut off the engine. Suddenly, the only sound was the wind as we ripped through the sky. Grandfather pointed out the cockpit towards the wing.
“The wing. The wobble. How it vibrates.”
“You know what a wing looks like side on? The air foil?”
“Take that shape, that air foil and twist it once. You get two wings. Do it again and then you have three. Do it again and again and again and again and you have seven wings strung together.”
“That image of seven wings also approximates the harmonic overtones of a guitar string.”
My dreams were now reaching into my reality and commenting in my sleep state.
“How do you know what I do out there?”
“Subconscious. Dream, remember. I am not real only a phantom plucked deep from your recessive mind. Your memories and fears are my playground.”
“You’re not real?”
“There are cosmic forces at play here. Reality is only the building blocks of sanity.”
“Tell me something I don’t know, Buckethead? This is a dream. Dreams are a mess of confusion. But, like sludge through a grate, bits will get caught and form thoughts later that become monumental.”
We flew on powerless.
“What do I need to know? What are you, it, them, myself trying to say?”
“You led yourself to this point; put together the pieces in a somewhat correct sequence. Let it ride. Don’t plan. Tend to reality like a gardener and watch it grow.”
And with that I was in free fall. No plane, no chute and no Grandfather. As I fell to earth, ideas and concepts seemed to connect in my mind. A few feet from splattering on the desert floor and all became clear. I knew what Grandfather was trying to say.
Week 4 Day 2 (Evening)
Browsing Wikipedia can be dangerous …
The undertone series is a series of notes that results from inverting the intervals of the overtone series. While the overtone series occurs naturally as a result of wave propagation and sound acoustics, musicologists such as Paul Hindemith consider the undertone series to be purely theoretical.
Hindemith, Paul (1945) . The Craft of Musical Composition. translated by Authur Mendel (revised ed.). New York: Associated Music Publishers. p. 78. “It seems to me repugnant to good sense to assume a force capable of producing such an inversion. … [The undertone series] can never have for music the same significance as the overtone series. … This “undertone series” has no influence on the color of the tone, and lacks the other natural advantages of the overtone series…”