Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Web of Connectedness

I have often played this game in my head (six degrees of Kevin Bacon, except with musicians), but my brain is not nearly as comprehensive as the website Six Degrees of Black Sabbath .

It is fascinating how there is some way, no matter how obscure, to link everyone who has ever recorded an album to everyone else. I mean, obviously, this is the whole point of the six degrees game and the hypothesis itself. However, it does seem to take more than six degrees to make connections (at least the ones I want to test out), though I'll bet if marriages, friendships, legal representation were factored in, everything would shrink to the necessary parameters.

I promise I will eventually run out of musicians and get some sleep.

Also, if mathematicians were rock stars, there would be a website to measure collaboration distance. I feel blessed to live in a world where people have conceived of the Erdős-Bacon number and that Wikipedia exists to tell me about it.

Friday, May 21, 2010

The Kaleidescope of Memory

Hindsight isn't really 20/20.
Looking back is like staring into a fun house mirror
Reflections ever shifting
Events engorging and shrinking
Experiences disconnecting and grafting together
Creating scars from wounds which never happened while diminishing to the point of concealment the effects of damage that did.
Expanding the imaginary and reducing the real as relevance and revelation twist the viewfinder.

Friday, May 14, 2010

If You Build It, They Will Funk

From the website of Bootsy Collins' Funk University
Because a groove is a terrible thing to waste, this sonic learning institution will be unlike anything before, as Professor Collins and the finest bassists in music will unleash an intense curriculum, on the web, for intermediate to advanced funk disciples within the program.
I am posting this as it immediately made me think of my favorite Onion article of all time. Except, it would seem, this is real. Happy Happy Joy Joy.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010


the make believe is over now
the truth is coming out
the world you thought belonged to you
has been turned inside out

the silence has been broken
the beans have all been spilled
the cat’s been let out of the bag and
curiosity had it killed

the years they spent pretending
telling stories that weren’t true
were wasted ‘cuz the walls caved in
and light is breaking through

it’s shocking that they could maintain
this charade of deceit
it’s shocking how they placed the shame
at someone else’s feet

the blood from wounds ripped open
mark you with betrayal’s stain
and though the scar will fade you fear
it's like the Mark of Cain

so what comes next? where do you go?
there’s all this work to do
integrating all the truth now known with
the lies you thought you knew