Sunday, May 4, 2014
The Zombie Apocalypse
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Broken Vessel
This is a piece of free verse poetry I wrote at the beginning of last year, and I'm wanting to add it to the mix here on RamblingPsychoses.
Here 'tis:
Saturday, January 7, 2012
We Don't Need No Steenkeeng Sound Gear!
But even better than that was when the bus broke down (small Christian university, not much money, it happened a lot) and we practiced on the bus to while away the time. Simply magic.
The church I worship with is in the a cappella tradition--no band, no instruments whatsoever other than the human voice. My particular congregation seats anywhere from 900-1,200 at any one time, depending on whether school's in session or not. Shame on me for getting jaded by hearing great singing every Sunday (about 50%-60% have been in choruses before), but every now and then, I hear that magic again. Goose bumps for real.
What I dig about some of the flash mob phenomena is that you don't expect to hear great singing--but when it happens, it's awe-inspiring and very moving. I remember going to a workshop in Tulsa, OK a few years back when the crowds were pretty big. A bunch of us who didn't know each other from Adam all went to eat at a huge restaurant nearby. Probably 200-300 of us in line started singing hymns together. Unexpected goose bumps!
There's nothing like live music.
Especially when you have nothing between the performers and the ears in the audience.
The sound of the Public Address gear takes a li'l something away from the performance, as the state of sound reinforcement in general is pretty poor right now. You don't get to hear an acoustic guitar, a violin or a human voice in an amplified concert quite like you do in, say, a house concert or a small club. Even a top-notch recording is not the same.
BTW, I just happened across this video on YouTube. It's Indiana Wesleyan University Chorale in an impromptu a cappella performance for a stewardess aboard a jet waiting on some maintenance. It kind of captures the feeling and atmosphere from my chorus days on the broken down bus. The poor stewardess didn't know what hit her. ;^)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Ynyt7fshIY&feature=share
---Jeff
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Music: Technical vs Expression
In this particular newsgroup having to do with sound engineering and pro audio, most posters discuss technical specifications, signal-to-noise ratio, microphone arrangements, and the like. Recently, one poster posed a question to the group about how to get the best sound out of a cassette tape--he had some stuff archived on it and he wanted to digitize it and store it on CDs.
He received quite a few replies with great technical information, where to get the best gear, what setup to use, and so on. There were a number of individuals, however, who questioned why even try--if it's on cassette tape, the reasoning went, the sound quality is horrible--it's not worth it!
One of the other posters said that some people get paid to make the most of the situation, regardless. The original poster also piped up with this gem (I'm paraphrasing) :
"A late friend of mine recorded this back in the seventies. The master tapes from which the cassettes were copied have all disappeared. The studio where we recorded him no longer has any of the material. Do you really think I ought to toss the cassettes away? Not."
Since I'm not always capable of keeping my nose out of a good rant, I of course had to butt in. Here's what I replied with:
"Some of my favorite music was recorded to much lesser-quality mediums than cassette tape. Hank Williams Sr., Robert Johnson, some good a cappella choruses from my alma mater among others.
One of the best vocal takes I've ever heard was by Aretha Franklin in which she overdrove the fool out of her mic--but you don't scrap an inspired take like hers was--you don't know if you're getting *that* take again. I think it was on "The Weight."
I say all of that to reiterate some of what's been said already: technical quality is not the be-all or end-all of musical enjoyment. Some folks need to loosen up and realize the FUN and INSPIRATION in music rather than looking down their noses at what they believe to be inferior quality without understanding what's important in music.
I've some friends who think Mahalia Jackson is laughable because she didn't have proper grammar or diction. I think she had more emotive expression in her pinky than many will ever have in their entire lives.
Of course, I say all of that and recognize that I've some blind spots myself. Musical training makes it harder to just enjoy music--I almost always end up picking it apart and analyzing it. But then again, it helps me to really enjoy a good performance that much better.
I think some of that probably holds true when we talk about recording quality--when you spend your life trying to get high quality sound, you're probably gonna' have less tolerance for low quality. It's certainly had that effect on me. I know I do all I can afford to do in order to get higher quality sound to my ears.
Heck, as a U.S. Marine no longer in uniform, it's hard for me to watch a combat flick (or any kind of shoot-em-up, really) without picking apart the technical issues. But I still try to enjoy the movie.
Now that I've rambled, it's time for me to shut up.
Good post, (name redacted). I completely concur."
---Jeff
Monday, December 19, 2011
Feel--A Work In Progress
I wrote a song called "Feel," (using Band-In-A-Box and Pro Tools) and I'm mostly done with the lyrics, melody and backing chords. I'm planning on adding a bridge/ending to it, but I want to see what folks think about the main song idea first.
You see, I'm worried that it might be an unconscious plagiarism because it just sounds too familiar somehow. Of course, that's how a songwriter generally knows if a song is good or not: it sounds familiar, and just right. I'm hoping that's the case here.
Tell me what you think, my friends.
---Jeff
http://soundclick.com/share.cfm?id=11302784
Feel
I sat down to write a song
Of promises
But the words came out all wrong
In broken sentences
Turned around
Raised my mind
The fog before my eyes had given way
The clouds had parted like a veil
A girl had a man for whom she longed
In widowhood
She didn't really feel all that strong
She was broken good
She read the Book
And cried a prayer
And all around her world became still
Like a rainbow after the storm
Feel the pain
That you feel when you meet disaster
It fades away
No medication for this pattern
My God is there, so bathe it in prayer
Then you can sing a new song
About how grace will overcome.
Once was a man without a home
In childhood
They had left him all alone
He understood
While on his knees
He cried out please
And all around his world was a light
In the darkness piercing the storm
Feel the pain
That you feel when you meet disaster
It fades away
No medication for this pattern
My God is there, so bathe it in prayer
Then you can sing a new song
About how grace will overcome.
(c) 2011 Jeff Henig
Friday, August 20, 2010
Special Fruit Salad
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Weight Loss Much?
I've spent the last two weeks between 177 and 178 at a plateau that my body refused to budge from. However, on this past Friday, I weighed in at 174. Since a couple of people noticed I'd lost some weight, I thought I'd take a picture of myself today to see if one could see a difference.
By the way, if anyone wants to know how I did it, I didn't go to Health Corps or even the Harding gym. I've been moved inside the plant at Road Systems and the past month has been excruciatingly hot. Working in a commercial cargo trailer putting in flooring. Using an air drill, impact wrench and sledge hammer--not to mention just getting in and out of the trailer--have given me both strength training and endurance/cardio training.
I'm planning on getting down to 160 lbs, which was my boot camp weight.
Pray for me. I'll need it. (Yeesh!)
---Jeff
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Jack Tatum R.I.P.
Not much to do but to raise a glass to toast in his honor.
May you rest in peace, Jack.
http://espn.go.com/blog/nfcwest/post/_/id/20234/ronnie-lott-pays-tribute-to-jack-tatum
http://www.knbr.com/portals/3/podcasts/fitzbrooks/0727lott.mp3
http://www.ibabuzz.com/oaklandraiders/2010/07/27/more-tatum-reaction/
---Jeff
Thursday, June 10, 2010
What's This?
Anyone know what this might be?
---Jeff
Sunday, May 9, 2010
I Love You In Every Way (Rough Draft)
The Greeks had many words for love, three of which are in the New Testament. In this song I use all three: Agape, Phileo and Eros, along with Storge which isn't found in the New Testament, but was a fairly common word in that culture.
Agape is Godly unconditional love. Phileo is brotherly love--which is how the city of Philidelphia got its name. Eros is the love that you'd find between honeymooners. Storge is the love between family members.
Here goes:
Agape
To love without condition
Is loving by God's grace
When I see you with this love
I see you with His face
I wanna tell you -- you should know
You know that I love you -- this is how
I agape you, I phileo you, I eros you, I storge you
If you don't quite understand, well then I'll make it plain
I love you in every way
Phileo
A brotherhood of lovers
A sisterhood of faith
A friendship grows before you
Beside me is your place
I wanna tell you -- you should know
You know that I love you -- this is how
I agape you, I phileo you, I eros you, I storge you
If you don't quite understand, well then I'll make it plain
I love you in every way
Eros
Serious the pledge I make
To give you my whole life
Serious the pledge between
A husband and a wife
I wanna tell you -- you should know
You know that I love you -- this is how
I agape you, I phileo you, I eros you, I storge you
If you don't quite understand, well then I'll make it plain
I love you in every way
Storge
Turning to the future
And gazing joyfully
To think that you and I'll
Become a loving family
I wanna tell you -- you should know
You know that I love you -- this is how
I agape you, I phileo you, I eros you, I storge you
If it sounds like Greek to you, well then I'll make it plain
I love you in every way
---Jeff
Saturday, February 13, 2010
The Piper's Song
Jeff Kreh and I got together and arranged it in instrumental format with my lead vocal, then we recorded it a cappella with Kreh singing the lead for the Variety Show album. I had lost this original arrangement, but I just found it again while cleaning the house.
I hope you like it!
A cappella version
Instrumental version
The Piper's Song
Play that Piper's song
Over land and sea
Call the wayward home
From their foggy dream
My inner man the Piper sees
Watching my heart, it's all very clear
Clutching my bag of favored things
Unto my chest and keeping it near
I cannot hide my jaded eyes
Pride dripping through the words that I say
Scoffing and laughing all through the night
Standing alone all through the day
Play that Piper's song
Over land and sea
Call the wayward home
From their foggy dream
Hearing the drone of the Piper call
Casting my cares unto the wind
Dropping my pride before the fall
Seeking the way my soul to send
Play that Piper's song
Over land and sea
Call the wayward home
From their foggy dream
Floating alone, I'm out to sea
Listening for the Piper's song
Out from the shore, I can hear it ring
Guiding me home where I belong
Play that Piper's song
Over land and sea
Call the wayward home
From their foggy dream
---Jeff
Monday, February 8, 2010
Sunday, January 31, 2010
The Best Day Of My Life
It's called "The Best Day Of My Life."
You can listen to it on Soundclicks.com.
From up in those hills
They came one cloudy night
Destroyers all, they jumped down for a fight.
With poison pen
And forked tongues aflame
A character assassination game.
And the shills
I hear them thundering
"You know you're ill!
Why don't you lay down and die?"
I've had my fill
And with my Holy Friend
I'm gonna' make today
The best day of my life
I've got some skills
Out with a motley band
A nasty brew can swelter out of hand
But I can't tell
If they're satisfied
With filthy ships sinking out of pride
And the shills
I hear them thundering
"You know you're ill!
Why don't you lay down and die?"
I've had my fill
And with my Holy Friend
I'm gonna' make today
The best day of my life
I'll bend my will
Avoid the hucksters' game
Of candied hearts provoking haughty names
I hand my soul
To You, my Friend
I won't walk alone; a changing story's end
And the shills
I hear them thundering
"You know you're ill!
Why don't you lay down and die?"
I've had my fill
And with my Holy Friend
I'm gonna' make today
The best day of my life
---Jeff
Thursday, November 12, 2009
What Is A Vet?
Thank you, veterans, for all of your sacrifices.
I also came across something a bit more salty, a bit more harsh, a bit more "colorful," so to speak. However, I think it brings the real fear of war home in a very visceral way.
http://kissingsuzykolber.uproxx.com/2009/11/ksk-off-topic-some-thoughts-on-veterans-day.html#more-21205
I'm not going to post it in its entirety on my page, but suffice it to say, it is about as real world as it gets.
However, I *will* post "What Is A Vet?" below:
---Jeff
WHAT IS A VET
Some veterans bear visible signs of their service: a missing limb, a jagged scar, a certain look in the eye. Others may carry the evidence inside them: a pin holding a bone together, a piece of shrapnel in the leg – or perhaps another sort of inner steel: the soul’s ally forged in the refinery of adversity. Except in parades, however, the men and women who have kept America safe wear no badge or emblem. You can’t tell a vet just by looking.
What is a vet?
He is the cop on the beat who spent six months in Saudi Arabia sweating two gallons a day making sure the armored personnel carriers didn’t run out of fuel.
He is the barroom loudmouth, dumber than five wooden planks, whose overgrown frat-boy behavior is outweighed a hundred times in the cosmic scales by four hours of exquisite bravery near the 38th parallel.
She or he—is the nurse who fought against futility and went to sleep sobbing every night for two solid years in Da Nang.
He is the POW who went away one person and came back another—or didn’t come back AT ALL.
He is the Quantico drill instructor who has never seen combat—but has saved countless lives by turning slouchy, no-account rednecks and gang members into Marines, and teaching them to watch each other’s backs.
He is the parade—riding Legionnaire who pins on his ribbons and medals with a prosthetic hand.
He is the career quartermaster who watches the ribbons and medals pass him by.
He is the three anonymous heroes in The Tomb Of The Unknowns, whose presence at the Arlington National Cemetery must forever preserve the memory of all the anonymous heroes whose valor dies unrecognized with them on the battlefield or in the ocean’s sunless deep.
He is the old guy bagging groceries at the supermarket—palsied now and aggravatingly slow—who helped liberate a Nazi death camp and who wishes all day long that his wife were still alive to hold him when the nightmares come.
He is an ordinary and yet an extraordinary human being—a person who offered some of his life’s most vital years in the service of his country, and who sacrificed his ambitions so others would not have to sacrifice theirs.
He is a soldier and a savior and a sword against the darkness, and he is nothing more than the finest, greatest testimony on behalf of the finest, greatest nation ever known.
So remember, each time you see someone who has served our country, just lean over and say Thank You. That’s all most people need, and in most cases it will mean more than any medals they could have been awarded or were awarded.
Two little words that mean a lot, “THANK YOU.”
Remember November 11th is Veterans Day.
“It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who has given us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier, who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protester to burn the flag.”
Father Dennis Edward O’Brien, USMC
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Happy USMC Birthday!
Friday, November 6, 2009
The Most Perfect Silence
I went to visit tonight, and found no trace of the original site. Every attempt ended with a page load error. So I conducted a search and found another site: Jollyrogerwest.com. Unfortunately, this one is on its last legs, with forums filled mostly with unkempt spam messages.
So sad to me is the demise of the "literary renaissance," and the death of the "literary resistance," that I conducted another search for one of my favorite poems published there, called "The Most Perfect Silence."
It turns out that someone had archived and published it on their site--so I've captured it and am publishing it as a tribute to Drake Raft, one of the founders of the "literary renaissance."
Here it T.I.issssssss:
======
The Most Perfect Silence
I know where the most perfect silence is,
Seen it in the wild blue off Hatteras,
A mile out, rainbowed sails in silent bliss,
Looked like they'd collide, but they safely passed.
I know when the most perfect silence is,
Down a dusty Ohio road, high noon,
No shirt on, being burned by the sun's kiss,
Sixteen, takin' my time-- it was still June.
I know what the most perfect silence is,
It's what we say when falling out of love,
It roars and thunders right through the kiss,
Says all that no words can ever speak of.
I know why the most perfect silence is,
It is there for the whisper to be born,
The whisper in her ear became the kiss,
Just a dream on the sea early one morn.
I know who the perfect silence is for,
It is for the ones whom we love the best,
It is there to protect them from our core,
By the silent trust we all seek to rest.
And I know how rare that silence can be,
With everyone talkin', it's hard to hear,
But I know I felt it, on the crests of waves,
The sound in her eyes-- it was crystal clear.
And it brought back to mind the rainbowed sails,
And the way it looked like they would collide,
Like two souls set upon fate's iron rails,
But the most perfect silence never died.
--Drake Raft
======
In case you were wondering, he's published some co-written stuff in hard copy form, which is available at Amazon.com:
Jollyroger.com: Navigating an American Renaissance
Eternity in a Grain of Sand: The Most Perfect Silence of Jollyroger.com Poetry
---Jeff
Thursday, October 29, 2009
What A Wet
Monday, October 19, 2009
A New Raider Legend Is Born
I have it on good authority that it's the ghost of Lyle Alzado.
---Jeff