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Rediscovering the Spectral Arts

Every day after work lately, I go outside with my dog, a beer, my practice chanter, a Baofeng and a high-power green laser I got years ago on Amazon (deliver from China).

I don’t really know what I’m doing precisely, or why. Calling down frequencies. Calling out. Projecting, maybe.

Been working especially on my right-hand technique, and flipping to left as the notes climb higher in the practice chanter’s spectrum. It’s weird how the fingering isn’t like other woodwinds, and I still don’t really get how to consistently control tones on notes, but it’s seeming like something that develops. Letting the instrument teach me, for now. Very much focusing on making habitual microsteps, frequently handling, short bursts or runs of notes and stop.

I’ve been contemplating this arrangement of objects, and making intuitive leaps about how their functionality might be somehow, mysteriously, entangled. The audible frequencies. The visible. The radio. Might there be some type of device, or even entity, which was capable of interacting on all of these simultaneously. WI5HER‘s idea of a “wifi enabled species.” Is that our future?

What if I had a practice chanter I could use to dial-up the local repeater, and hit the offset frequency, spin off a command sequence. Morse code as notes in a song, an “air”, a spell. Pictograms sent as laser patterns across the dark. Macros triggering on hidden lawn computers in response.

Made myself a rat tail counterpoise for my Baofeng today. Threw out my call sign a couple of times. No response. Guess I will keep trying, keep re-arranging the configurations and connections between these calling devices. Re-discovering the spectral arts takes time and patience.

Sorry to end on a not-that-good video, but it was the only thing I could find for "laser bagpipes" on Youtube.

Here’s a short palette cleanser of people trying Spanish pipes in a shop:


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  1. While writing this post, I experienced something I only really consciously realized after the fact, that virtually the entire time writing it, there were numerous small birds which were flying around outside the window, looking in and acting like they wanted to come in.

    Did they hear my call?