the sword maker video posted up here reminded me of sakuma-san, a tube audio electronics builder in japan
DH with the Sakuma System-1
i love this:
To use an example from the painterly arts, Rembrandt's expression through light and shadow is marvellous. Most figures on his canvas reside in darkness. Lighted figures he draws only partially. Our eyes are initially drawn to the lighted part, but to recognize Rembrandt's theme, the darkest areas need to be searched. Darkness is silence; this darkness includes many subtleties to which we must listen. Darkness makes us search our imagination.
Amplifier builders seem to think that clear and "accurate" tone can express the essence of music. I need non-analytical tone in reproduced sound. I aspire to Rembrandt's interplay of light and shadow, to evoke memories both happy and sad.
My audio life is to make emotional shadows from sounds. Hints are found in the many transformers. I draw the contrasts with transformers and tubes. I hope the amplifiers will be my portrait.
Ending
I come back to myself when the Lowther PM6 unit tells me the end of LP.
I go to the player and lift the arm.
As I return the LP to the shelf, I notice a book resting there. That small volume, "Opium" by Jean Cocteau, has greatly influenced me and my audio life.
I read again.
"When I record my poets, I dislike the notion of taking a picture of a voice. I notice there is a problem. If this problem can be solved, the recordings will turn from being the camera for our ears to become a new tool for our hearing. Then this new tool promises us new surprise future.
The machine's hard voice is not same as my voice and is the result of the co-operation with human and machine.
Don't admire machine. Don't regard machine as tool which we can control easily. And create with machine."
I close the book
It is evening by this time
Heavy rain
It seems to destroy my poor restaurant
I stare at the new 845 pre-amplifier which I am building
Solder is burning my fingers
The lines twist about
Something holds its breath behind me
My ears are full
with the sound of beating rain
Blue eye of tube looks at me
I look at it back
All walls bear down on me
I lost my being
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