Over two weeks ago now, our house was burglarized. It really wasn’t a big deal – no one was here, no doors broken down or windows smashed, no ransacking, and nothing of real importance was taken. My wife and I took our kids over to their grandparents house one morning, leaving our house unlocked as we often did, and taking our dog with us, as we often did not, and stopped by a coffee shop on the the way home. When we got back an hour and a half later we noticed our computer was missing, then later that my wife’s phone was missing. Over the next couple of days we noticed a couple of other things – my backpack and one of our guitars – that were taken. It seems to have been a crime of convenience – we were gone with the door unlocked, and our laptop was clearly visible from the front window.
I admit that at first I was quite proud of myself: I didn’t really miss any of those things – the computer (our only one) was an inconvenience, the phone wasn’t mine, the back pack was inexpensive and not my only one. But then I realized that inside my pack was my handheld audio recorder, which I had finally gotten around to having a lot of fun with, and saved (and not backed up) on our computer were audio files that were irreplaceable works-in-progress. That hurt a little. That small thing made it a little harder to “pray for those who hurt you” and served to point out how little true detachment from material possessions I really had.
Though nothing has come of the police report we filed (and I never expected anything to come of it) and we have retrieved none of our possessions, we have been able to replace a few or our things. We bought another laptop, and I was able to get an identical recorder off of eBay. I will be back in the recording business soon. In the meantime, I will share a couple of my favorite tracks from other composers/performers/sound artists out there.
First, Cedar, performed by Cody Yantis on electric guitar with one of Wilhelm Matthies‘ unique “short pick bows”.
This next track by Legumina Alea is the kind of this that I wish I had the talent to compose:
A Los Angeles street preacher called the Charlie Brown Preacher. I love his rhythm and the way he paces back and forth.
And finally, a sonic experience for “prepared” piano, if you will, that knocked my socks off. Composed by Matt Barnard. Listen to this with headphones.