Hello from Europe! I’m traveling around with my cousin this week, and my final stop is Berlin, Germany. Today we biked to the Türkischer Markt am Maybachufer, also known as the Türkenmarkt. The 200,000 Turks in Berlin make up the largest ethnic minority and the largest settlement outside of Turkey.
Twice a week, vendors take over the Landwehr Canal waterfront with this bustling market full of fresh produce, meats, spices, tzatziki, fabric, jewelry, clothing and more. Once I finished my breakfast feta and tomato wrap, and once I forfeited any sense of personal space, I started recording.
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I met Henry Rollins today!
Punk rock icon Ian MacKaye comes through our office every few months, since he’s old friends with our archivist Jeff Place and working on archival projects of his own. The first time I saw him, two summers ago, I remember hearing that next time he was going to bring his buddy, fellow punk rock icon Henry Rollins.
Today he followed through, stopping by before Rollins gave a talk on the D.C. punk scene at the Smithsonian’s National Museum of Natural History.
I told him I like his radio show, which was a highlight of being stuck in Saturday-evening Los Angeles traffic. But to be honest, I don’t think I’ve consciously listened to Black Flag until tonight. I didn’t tell him that when I asked to record a station ID for KDVS.
So, where should I start? Recommend an album to me!
As I mentioned before, my colleagues and I have been working overtime preparing for the 2014 Smithsonian Folklife Festival, which opens June 25. Even in my dreams, I’ve been proofreading blog posts in Word and editing lines of code in Dreamweaver.
This morning, I dreamt that one of our representatives from Kenya was giving a tour of the festival grounds in her native language, consisting entirely of click consonants. I woke up to realize it was this damn bird outside my window.
I met Hugh Masekela today!
The 75-year-old South African jazz artist made the rounds at a few Smithsonian locations, concluding with an interview in our office at the Center for Folklife and Cultural Heritage. He talked about social justice and sustaining cultural heritage through music, with representatives from the Smithsonian, the Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts, Howard University, WPFW and more.
He was explaining something about how historically Europe has preserved its arts much more thoroughly than Africa has. Offhandedly he said, “I was kicked out of an opera once,” the first opera he ever saw. I started recording.
He’s a sweet, funny guy. He gave everyone in the office hugs instead of shaking hands. And he also gave me a KDVS station ID!
Today marks three years of Adventures in Audio and 200 posts!
For something silly, here’s what I created the first time I used the AT&T Text-to-Speech Demo. Sometimes it pops up in my iTunes and always cracks me up.
For something retrospective, here are some stats from the last three years:
Top 5 Most Viewed Posts
- Pavement Live on KDVS
- Calvin Johnson on the Occupy Movement
- The McDonald’s Menu Song
- The 7-Up “Uncola” Song
- Radio Show: Folk Music of Peru
Top 5 Most Views from Non-English-Speaking Countries
Best 5 Google Search Terms That Brought People Here
- kieran hebden eyes (FYF Fest: Four Tet)
- rumba beats for ice cream truck music (Ice Cream Beat)
- yolo (KDVS Wins! Station ID)
(probably not what they were looking for)
- japan naked curling (Moe Meguro Practice Session)
(also probably not what they were looking for)
- “I tried to stick around for punk kids Heller Keller, but watching one of the singers put out a cigarette on the ground inside the gallery and then tell the audience ‘fuck all you guys’ three times in five minutes was my limit. If that were my venue, I wouldn’t invite them to play again.” (Ema and Her Lady Parts)
I just Googled this myself and found that Heller Keller has been using this quote from my post as their bio on Bandcamp. I mean, that’s pretty great.
Thanks for reading and listening! Many more audio adventures to come.
Four years ago today I got up at like 5 a.m. and flew to Okinawa, Japan. (I was pretty sure I remembered the date, but I double-checked my Google Calendar, and sure enough I had February 11, 2010, labeled “HOLY SHIT.”)
Our 12-week trip was part vacation with my family, part English-teaching internship with my cousin, and part musical traditions study in an oceanic cultural crossroads. It’s the reason I bought a portable recorder, the place I started recording live music and found sounds. It was the greatest adventure I’ve ever had, and it opened my heart to ethnomusicological research. You can read all about it on our travel/music blog: oki yo!
It took me over a year to synthesize all my recordings, photos and stories into one compilation album, which was my goal all along. After many hours drudging through audio content and getting frustrated at Kinko’s, I had this neat little CD package, an oki yo! time capsule in four chapters: traditional concerts, private performances, adventures, and originals.
Each of these songs has a story on oki yo! if you want to search around or in the liner notes if you want to order the album!
A weird thing happened to me when I returned to D.C. after winter break. I was relieved to land at about 10 p.m., not too late, and then reserved a spot on one of those airporter shuttles to get home.
After a long wait, our van—containing two D.C. women, a guy from Australia brand new to the U.S. and myself—was about to take off, when the driver tried to fit in a French family of five. One woman said she was going to report the driver because there weren’t enough seat belts for all the kids, and then the other woman stormed out in an awkwardly maneuvered rage.
The first woman got the company’s dispatcher on her cell phone, and the conversation was so outlandish I whipped out my recorder. (The three kids sharing the back seat with me snickered.)
I felt so bad that all these people were arriving in my county and this was their first experience outside the airport—but not so bad that I wasn’t laughing most of the time. Eventually, the driver kicked all of us out (20 degrees and nearing midnight, by the way). Aussie guy and I waited another half hour for another van and left the crazy lady to take a taxi.