Thursday, September 11, 2008

Racing Tub Part II

Racing Tub!
Team Winter Harp
Part II




I've had so many emails regarding bathtub racing that I am adding a few more pictures and videos of the event. To answer the most frequent question, yes I am crazy. To answer the second most frequent question, yes it does hurt. Sometimes a lot. Here is some sage advice about what the trick is from T.E.Lawrence:




Finally, I was asked what the view of the ocean looks like when running something as low to the water as a racing tub. Here is a picture of what the driver of a tub is normally seeing:



The following picture is taken shortly after the start. It gives some idea of how lumpy water can get when it's churned up by 40+ boats.



Notice that despite all this, I'm landing quite flat. This is considered good form.


Here is what the tub looks like at full speed in calm water. Yes, this would be considered calm water in this race:



Here is the tub in slightly rougher water. Of great importance in this sequence is that despite the fact that I'm getting lots of quality air time, I'm still managing to land reasonably flat and not losing much plane and thus speed. There is room for improvement in this respect and we'll have some innovations next year which will definately help. In tub racing, flat = fast.





This final video is what the tub looks like in reasonably lumpy water. The trick in this sort of thing is to try to steer around waves and try to flatten the course out as much as possible. Jumping off the top of each wave is pretty counter-productive and it's too easy to get off plane. Even worse, getting lots of air wastes time slows things down since the prop is spinning freely in the air like an airplane and not producing any thrust. When it lands back in the water its bringing along lots of air, and it has to hook up again. This all takes time and costs speed.


The final picture is a close up of the tub after the race. It was literally "harp breaking."

All is well in the land of tubbing and the fiberglass gods have smiled upon me. The tub has been repaired and beefed up, and we'll do a lot more testing before the next race to figure out what works and what doesn't. Stay tuned sports fans!

Tuesday, September 02, 2008

Tub Racing!!!




When Winter Harp's medieval instrument player Joaquin Ayala isn't playing his rare instruments, he's often up to all sorts of crazy and fun adventures. This past summer he decided to enter the famous Nanaimo Bath Tub race. And his sponsor was Winter Harp. Heck, why not have a Christmas harp ensemble sponsor a summer bath tub racer?! Nanaimo is one of our favourite places to play -- so it seemed a natural fit. So, with Winter Harp emblazoned on the side of his tub, Joaquin took to the salt chuck. Here is his story:





The City of Nanaimo has been holding a very peculiar and arcane race since the late 1960's which involves a flotilla of 50 to 100 small high speed boats each of which, according to the rules, must contain "a component that conforms to the general shape and design of an old style roll edge bathtub". The boats are powered by a small outboard motor of 8 horse power, but certain modifications are permitted which significantly increases their efficiency. The course leaves Nanaimo harbor, goes up the coast around the Winchelsea group of islands and back for a total run of 36 miles. Most of the race, certainly the hardest stretch, is the climb up the coast, since there are always severe head winds and waves of 3 to 5 feet, or more, are not uncommon. The sport should probably be considered "extreme" in as much as it is a race and it does involve pounding very heavily in very tiny boats through very rough water. Tactics, strategies, technology, and the tenacity of the pilot all combine to make this a very real, if not altogether serious, test of the ingenuity and fortitude of the contestants. Certainly after competing in this race I can say with utter confidence that after racing tub, everything else has the volume turned waaaay down.


For my part, I have never really had much of an interest in spectator sports or athletic competition, but having said that, I would be the first to say that running the bulls in Pamplona is far better than being an armchair Hemingway. In this spirit, I commissioned a bathtub and acquired a motor complete with surface piercing propeller and with the help of a very talented rigger, Mr. Jay Willoughby, we put the thing together and did a couple of experimental runs. As usual and as is my preference everything was left to the last minute (thus allowing the maximum opportunity for spontaneity and improvisation). I only managed to get a couple of hours of "seat time" in the tub, but I learned quickly enough that these type of boats are extremely unstable at low speeds and that each wave has to be read correctly and quickly to steer through, around, or under it to avoid flipping over. Whereas in a larger boat reading every single wave is not essential, or even possible, in a craft this small and this light it is essential. The power of 8 horses is very substantial when considering that the boat weights a little over 70 pounds and even with the weight of the motor, fuel and driver, the power to weight ratio is a bit over 40 lbs per horse power - fast enough to get into lots of trouble. The tubs spend much of their time out of the water, and landing badly can have disasterous consequences.







The day of the race came, and after the initial pilot and escort boat captain meeting, we all jumped in our craft and started milling about the start line. The starting gun went off, very quickly the waters became extremely turbulent with the wake of dozens of tubs, and very shortly thereafter the more significant waves generated by dozens of escort boats. The general principle I have noted is that if one can make it out of the harbor, the chances of finishing are greatly improved. Much of the capsizes and collisions take place because too many boats in too small a space too closely grouped together can create chaos of epic proportions. The waves can develop into 7 foot monsters which can make the tubs totally disappear in the troughs until it is too late to take evasive action.



During all of this I was trying to stay out of harm's way by picking areas of least congestion, and as it turns out this was a strategic mistake because there are no areas of least congestion. The things one learns. I managed to get around Entrance Island and start the journey up the coast when I encountered some technical difficulty. The first thing that gave out was the (required) oar which was held down by Velcro straps to the bow deck . I was about to toss the whole lot into the ocean, but I thought better about polluting the environment, so I put it under my leg in the tub and continued on. After passing many tubs I saw the helicopter flying overhead following my progress and realized that this was a good sign since that usually means that I was getting pretty close to the front of the pack. I was going pretty fast at this point and I later learned I had just zipped by the tub which would eventually win in my category. In fact, at this point I was about sixth from the lead -- victory was within my grasp. I could almost taste victory - but such is the fickle nature of the tubbing gods that even thinking such thoughts is seen as hubris and is immediately punishable by another taste not so flavourful, namely brine.

A series of unfortunate incidents followed in quick succession. Racing now across calmer water, I decided it was time to throw the paddle overboard regardless of the environment because I couldn't feel my leg anymore - I'd been pounding for half an hour against this stupid oar rather than against the high density padding which lined the tub. In so doing I accidentally pulled the safety lanyard, thus stopping the engine. Normally not a big deal, just reattach the lanyard and restart, but all the pounding had made great cracks in the hull. The only thing keeping me afloat was the fact that I was moving so quickly. As soon as I slowed, the water poured in. Suddenly down I went -- tub and all. I was laughing so hard that I couldn't right myself as the tub became unstable as it sank and a wave came over the top and rolled the boat over throwing me in for a swim. Some quick rope work by my assistants on the escort boat saved the tub and motor from going to the bottom in 300 feet of water, and we managed to drag it on board. Gallons of water spilled out. She was a wreck.



The tub sits in the fiberglass shop now being rebuilt and further modified to include extra floatation as well as a whole new deck and engine mounts. Back at the pub, the winner of the Stock class came in, my fabricator having built his tub (and many others on the circuit), and we filled the trophy cup with beer and all had a drink. It was something out of Le Mans, except it was Coors rather than Champagne, bathtubs rather than race cars, and Nanaimo rather than Sarthe, France.




I had a fabulous time in Nanaimo, and I really love the town. It's a combination of the faded glory of New Westminster with the easy living high quality of life characteristic of the Gulf Islands. As always, I'm looking forward to the concerts in December, but I will definitely be back next Summer to compete in the Great Bathtub Race which I intend to finish this time.




Sunday, December 23, 2007

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Hear Winter Harp on the Radio!

On December 21, 2007 you can hear Winter Harp from the comfort of your own home. Light a fire, sit in your favorite chair, put your feet up and let us entertain you close up.

Winter Harp will be broadcast Friday, Dec. 21 at 8 p.m. (mountain time) on CKUA Radio in Alberta. For those outside of Alberta, you can catch the broadcast on your computer at http://www.ckua.com/.

The broadcast was recorded during the Winter Harp concert Dec. 10 at Horizon Stage Theatre in Spruce Grove, near Edmonton. CKUA will broadcast one hour of the two-hour concert.

CKUA can be heard on the below radio frequencies throughout the province of Alberta, or through the StarChoice satellite system on channel 828 throughout Canada, or through the station's Windows Media stream worldwide

AM Band: Province-wide, Alberta 580 AM
FM Band: Athabasca 98.3 FM
Calgary 93.7 FMDrumheller/Hanna 91.3 FMEdmonton 94.9 FM
Fort McMurray 96.7 FMGrande Prairie 100.9 FMHinton 102.5 FMLethbridge 99.3 FMLloydminster 97.5 FMMedicine Hat 97.3 FMPeace River 96.9 FMRed Deer 107.7 FM

Winter Harp and the Vancouver Welsh Men’s Choir



This December Winter Harp once again had the honor of performing with the Vancouver Welsh Men’s Choir. What an amazing concert that was.

It was such a thrill for us to be seated with our instruments right in front of 90 men singing their hearts out. These guys have so much enthusiasm, that Massey Theatre was bursting at the seams with their joy. When these guys sing -- and you are sitting 2 feet away, as we were, -- it’s the most incredible sound experience -- this wall of thundering male voices enfolding and enrapturing.

The choir conductor, Jonathan Quick, is brilliant, as is their pianist David Buchan. Both are wonderful to work with.

Massey Theatre in New Westminster was so full that extra chairs had to be brought in to accommodate the crowd. The theatre was one of the best venues Winter Harp has played in this season -- and the Royal City should be proud to have such a place.




Eleven year-old Sarah Quinn performs here
with harpists Lori Pappajohn and Janelle Nadeau in the song Away in a
Manger


A highlight of the evening was 11 year-old Sarah Quinn of New Westminster who sang a Polish lullaby with the choir. The story of this lullaby is as follows: In December 1939, 5,000 prisoners, most of them Polish, were marched by their Russian captors through the Siberian winter to labor camps. They walked 800 miles handcuffed to chains attached to trucks.
Somehow someone learned during the second week of the march that it was Christmas Eve. A prisoner started singing Holy Night. One after another, the prisoners joined in the song, the volume and intensity sweeping up the line of men. Then a few voices started the Polish carol Jesus’ Lullaby. But the bittersweet memories of Christmases past -- of family and friends -- seized the men. They broke down weeping. The singing stopped and the march along the cold, frozen road continued in a heartbreaking silence.

When little Sarah Quinn sang this song, along with the choir, harps, flute and violin, there was hardly a dry eye in the house.

We truly enjoyed our evening with the Welsh Men’s Choir -- and we hope to perform again with them next Christmas.



Sarah Quinn receives flowers after her stunning performance with Winter Harp and the Vancouver Welsh Men'sChoir.



Saturday, December 15, 2007

Holly McFadden

At our concert Dec. 12 at Capilano College, we had a special request to play a song for Holly McFadden. Here is what we said at the concert:

There was woman named Holly McFadden. She was born and raised here in North Vancouver. She loved Celtic music and loved the harp. And her birthday was today. Only she is not here -- because in June she was tragically killed. But 16 of her friends have come tonight to this concert as a way of celebrating Holly’s birthday and to celebrate her life.

Holly, as you might guess, had a holly collection, and she loved songs about Holly. So, her friends asked that we sing a carol about holly. We chose Deck the Halls -- but not the usual words -- the old, rarely sung, words.

There is an old Irish saying that right now, during the Days of Christmas, the gates of heaven are open wide.

Here is our memorial to Holly -- the carol Deck the Halls:


Soon the old year will leave us
fal la la la la
But the parting must not grieve us
fal la la la la
When the New Year comes tomorrow
fal la la la la la
Let him find no trace of sorrow
fal la la la la
At His birth he brings us gladness
fal la la la la
Ponder not on future sadness
fal la la la la
Anxious care is now but folly
fal la la la la
Strike the harp and hang the holly
fal la la la la


Happy Birthday Holly

Friday, December 14, 2007

Winter Harp in Japanese!

For those of you who speak Japanese, here is an article on Winter Harp in the Minkei Newspaper



http://vancouver.keizai.biz/headline/114/index.html

Snow!

Snow!

I don’t want Winter Harp to be held responsible, but . . . .

Just about every time we have done a concert this year, it has snowed.
Take for instance Whitehorse in September. The Yukon was having a glorious fall -- gorgeous fall colors, beautiful blue skies -- and then Winter Harp arrived. Within a day, it went from fall to winter. A biting wind, driving snow, fall colors buried and snow piling up.

Our next big concert was Nov. 24 in Winnipeg. Up until then, Winnipeg had been enjoying a beautiful fall -- gorgeous fall colors, beautiful blue skies -- until along came Winter Harp. Just before we arrived, autumn checked out, winter checked in and the snow arrived.

Well, certainly we’d be okay at our next concert -- Sechelt Dec. 2. Wrong. That day a wild snow storm swept in with high winds and pouring snow. And autumn fled from the lovely Sunshine Coast -- leaving winter to reign supreme.

Dec. 9 wasn’t any better. Winter Harp was schedule to perform in Edmonton. That morning it started snowing here in Vancouver and the performers barely made it to the airport because of the treacherous road conditions and the many accidents.

Then came Dec. 13 and our concert at Capilano College. Snowing again.

We have 6 concerts left -- PLEASE -- wish us luck. Really, the snow is not our fault.

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Winnipeg

To say that the Winnipeg concert was a smashing success would be an understatement. Besides getting a VERY enthusiastic standing ovation and playing an encore - the near capacity audience at the Pantages theatre just wouldn't let us leave the stage! The event was just so wonderful to do. It was one of the most pleasant concerts Winter Harp has ever put on, and a large part of this is thanks to Janelle's wonderful family who did all the ground work and preparation.


Upon arrival we were treated like rock stars as we were wisked away from the airport in a long stretch limousine that took us directly to the first rate hotel.


The Pantages theatre is a large old theatre similar to the Orpheum, elaborately decorated with gilded plaster and heavy velvet curtains.


The sound and light men at the theatre were first rate professionals of the highest caliber, and the entire show went off without a hitch.




We had a cute as a bug reader named Kendra do a short reading during the ethereal Gaelic Carol number.

The next day Lori and I drove out to visit Janelle's parent's farm.


Even with the blowing snow one very quickly gets a sense of the vastness of the prairies.


Janelle's mom Rachelle cooked us up a hearty lunch which couldn't be beat - a wonderful quiche and for dessert fresh fruit crepes! After lunch we took a tour of the farm. It is truly an impressive operation which offered quite a lot of insight into the components which literally make up our daily bread. It's always fascinating to see the process right from the ground up, and the machinery and equipment required to make food of the quality and low price which we are so fortunate to have is also astonishing.


Huge harvestors as tall as a house, massive tractors, and all the related machines and installations to process and sift grains and seeds and package them. It was really a very interesting and amazing tour, and Lori and I even got to sit in one of the gigantic harvestors which Janelle and her sister drive around in during harvest season. Driving these massively powerful machines is really quite a startling contrast to the delicacy of playing a harp, but the members of Winter Harp lead very interesting and sometimes quite unexpected lives outside of the performance season.


It also was reassuring to know that food which is grown in Canada is safe. It's very, very, safe.

WestJet did their usual fabulous job of getting all our gear back and forth in one piece, and they are always so pleasant to deal with, even when we show up with mountains of oversized flight cases. This is what Winter Harp looks like at the airport:


We are all looking forward to visiting Winnepeg again, it was such a great way to start the Winter Harp season. You can bet we will be back!

Fans From Afar

In September, Lori Pappajohn had a call from a Barb Elco in Arizona. Barb said she had Winter Harp’s CDs and LOVED our music. Would Winter Harp consider performing in Arizona? she asked. Lori laughed: “We’d love to,” she replied. “But Arizona is pretty far way.”Then, just as an afterthought, Lori added: “Why don’t you come see Winter Harp in Canada? You could make it a Christmas holiday weekend. And there is no better place to be at Christmas than Victoria -- it is so beautifully decorated and is so magical. So why not come hear us in Victoria?”
Barb said she just might.

Lori didn’t think anything more of the conversation until the day of the Victoria concert. And then she thought: “Wow! What if Barb and her husband Jim ARE in the audience? We should do something nice for them.”

So Winter Harp bought a box of Victoria’s famous Roger’s Chocolates (established in 1885). During the show, Lori announced that two fans had come all the way from Arizona and that Winter Harp had some special chocolates for them which they could come and get after the concert. But, much to Lori’s surprise, Barb and Jim leaped to their feet (they were on the 3rd row) and came up on stage. Lori had no idea, up until this point, as to what they looked like -- or if they had even come. But there they were -- and they were dressed perfectly for the event. Both of them were in gorgeous medieval attire. They looked stunning!

Turning to the audience, Lori said: “Well, now you see how the audience should dress for Winter Harp -- we expect to see you all appropriately attired next year.” It was great to meet Barb and Jim -- and it was wonderful they chose to come all the way to Victoria to see Winter Harp.

By the way, when we do concerts in the United States, audience members quite often come in medieval attired -- especially in Mount Vernon. We love it. It’s such a gift for us to look out on the audience and see people in these outrageously gorgeous outfits.

So -- there is a challenge to you Canadians -- don’t be shy -- feel free to come to our concerts in your most beautiful medieval or renaissance frills and frocks.


Barb Elco (far left) and husband Jim (far right) pose with Winter Harp in Victoria.
The couple travelled all the way from Arizona just to hear Winter Harp in concert.

A Grueling Day

When you go to a Winter Harp concert and watch the musicians walk on stage, you would never dream what they sometimes have to go through to get there.

Dec. 9 was such a day. Lori Pappajohn woke up at 7:30 a.m. to see snow falling outside. Oh no. Winter Harp was flying to Edmonton that day -- out of Abbotsford -- and as we Vancouverites know, if it is snowing in Vancouver, it is often blizzarding in Abbotsford.

Lori quickly called everyone and told them to leave early for the airport. Joaquin left first. When he was half way to Abbotsford (around 176th St.), he called Lori to say the road was a sheet of ice and everyone was spinning out. He watched in horror as several vehicles in front of him spun out of control, slid into the ditch and rolled several times. The freeway was almost at a standstill. At this rate, he’d never make the plane, and neither would the band members who were still behind him. Lori was at home manning the phones and Joaquin asked her to call the other band members and warn them of the treacherous road conditions. Lori kept calling members to get their locations and to calculate at the rate of speed they were going, if they’d make the plane. The morning quickly turned into a race against snow, ice, accidents and a plane that was about to take off. Then a radio station announced that both the east and west-bound freeway lanes were closed. Wow! That meant Winter Harp wouldn’t get to Edmonton for its concert that night. One member was already in Edmonton -- harpist Sharlene Wallace. Lori called her -- “can you do Winter Harp as a solo act tonight?” she half jested.

By now Lori had called WestJet several times and had the entire band on standby for a later flight, if necessary, which would get them into Edmonton just in time for the concert -- by the skin of their teeth.

While Joaquin was seeing people driving into the ditch, the band members who were farther behind him on the road, were seeing the ambulances -- and in one case a helicopter -- taking the injured away.

Then, miracles of miracles, a salt truck went by. And the roads got much better. Suddenly the freeway was moving. The eastbound lanes weren’t closed as the radio had reported. And before long Winter Harp members found themselves at the airport just in time for their flight.

What a relief that was. However, the fun didn’t end. Landing in Edmonton they couldn’t find one of their instruments -- the beautiful bass psaltery. It was no where. They waited and waited at the luggage claim, but no psaltery arrived.

Finally it was found hooked up on a conveyor belt in the bowels of the airport.
Then the band discovered that the 2 vans they rented weren’t working properly. One -- the seats wouldn’t go down. Joaquin and Lauri tried again and again in the freezing cold, to get the seats to go down so the instruments could fit in. No luck. The other van, the sliding door wouldn’t close all the way, so the wind howled in. And these were brand new vehicles. So, that took a while to sort out and get a new van.

Arriving at the theatre, now late, they had a grueling sound check, as it was hard to get a good sound on the harps -- it is ALWAYS hard to get a good sound check on the harps.
Then suddenly it was 20 minutes before curtain time. The performers wolfed down supper, made themselves beautiful and walked out on stage.

They had all been up since 7 a.m., had a grueling day with little rest and then walked out and played the show. But something magical happens when you walk out on stage. All the hassles and challenges of the day roll off your back -- they stay back stage. And when you walk out -- and see all those faces in the audiences, it’s like the day has begun anew, and is beautiful and full of magic.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Feature from Ladies Room

Full story with images here: http://www.ladies-room.net/review/musicharp.html


Harpist attracts attention in all kinds of ways

by: Gwen Pawlikowski

When Lori Pappajohn pulls her luggage through the airports of Western Canada this Christmas season, people will notice and stare.

They always do.

Her suitcases just don’t conform to the usual standards. The custom-designed boxes are huge and oddly-shaped. Airport officials in Mexico once asked (jokingly) if she kept a husband inside. She smiled.

Actually, her boxes hold harps. The husband answer makes a better punchline, it’s true, but it takes longer to get through the airport.

Serving as the object of stares in airports is just one of the occupational hazards Pappajohn faces as a professional harpist. Add bags of thick, velvet costumes and you can see another hazard: no light travel. She gave that up when she opted to abandon playing her flute in order to perform on harp. Now, there is no ducking on the plane with a carry-on and scooting out after landing. No. Have harps. Must go to the special West Jet wicket for the fragile items.

All this heavy travel through the airport is quite a different picture from the light and airy music that flows from the mix of fingers and strings as she performs with the six-member Winter Harp group this Christmas season. The transcendent cadences created from ancient instruments flutter into an audience’s ears and then their hearts. Pappajohn says the music strikes a different chord for every person, somehow related to each person’s individual memories of Christmas. She’s received countless emails thanking her for their music. The messages often also include the words “changed my life” somewhere in the body of the text. What happens? I ask. She doesn’t know.

The rest of the story follows here:
http://www.ladies-room.net/review/musicharp.html

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

But will they play "On the Road Again"?

Japan's melody roads play music as you drive

Bobbie Johnson,
technology correspondent
Tuesday November 13, 2007

The Guardian

Motorists used to listening to the radio or their favourite tunes on CDs may have a new way to entertain themselves, after engineers in Japan developed a musical road surface.

A team from the Hokkaido Industrial Research Institute has built a number of "melody roads", which use cars as tuning forks to play music as they travel.

The concept works by using grooves, which are cut at very specific intervals in the road surface. Just as travelling over small speed bumps or road markings can emit a rumbling tone throughout a vehicle, the melody road uses the spaces between to create different notes.

Depending on how far apart the grooves are, a car moving over them will produce a series of high or low notes, enabling cunning designers to create a distinct tune.

Patent documents for the design describe it as notches "formed in a road surface so as to play a desired melody without producing simple sound or rhythm and reproduce melody-like tones".
There are three musical strips in central and northern Japan - one of which plays the tune of a Japanese pop song. Notice of an impending musical interlude, which lasts for about 30 seconds, is highlighted by coloured musical notes painted on to the road. According to reports, the system was the brainchild of Shizuo Shinoda, who accidentally scraped some markings into a road with a bulldozer before driving over them and realising that they helped to produce a variety of tones.
The designs were refined by engineers at the institute in Sapporo. The team has previously worked on new technologies including the use of infra-red light to detect dangerous road surfaces.

But motorists expecting to create their own hard rock soundtrack could find themselves struggling to live the dream. Not only is the optimal speed for achieving melody road playback a mere 28mph, but locals say it is not always easy get the intended sound.

"You need to keep the car windows closed to hear well," wrote one Japanese blogger. "Driving too fast will sound like playing fast forward, while driving around 12mph has a slow-motion effect, making you almost car sick."

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Winter Harp goes to Winnipeg

It may be more than six months until Christmas, but some people are buying tickets for Winter Harp concerts even though it is just spring.
In fact, more than 600 people have bought tickets for our concert Saturday, November 24 in Winnipeg. Yes – Winnipeg!
For the first time ever, Winter Harp will be performing in Winnipeg – and in the beautiful Pantages Playhouse.
Tickets went on sale last week, and in the first 6 days, 600 tickets sold! One man bought 100!
At this rate, the show will be sold out long before the snow flies! So, if you have friends, relatives, moms, dads, aunts, uncles, cousins or grandmothers in Winnipeg, let them know they better buy tickets now, or they will miss out.
Tickets for Winter Harp in Winnipeg November 24 are $32 and available by calling 866-656-6838.
Call today – or you may be too late!

Monday, November 20, 2006

Music and Plants: "Our Amps Go To Zero"



A quick search on the net about plants and music will quickly turn up a myriad of articles all pretty much espousing the same thing: plants shrivel and die if exposed to non-stop Rap or Heavy Metal, but blossom and bloom when exposed to Bach, Scarlatti, Vivaldi, and classical Indian Sitar music. To most people, this probably sounds reasonable. One weeps for today's youth when they drive by in their lowered and amplified cars, pumping out thousands of watts of sound and making the car alternately implode and explode in time to a pulsing thud. "Our amps go to 11." Thus, the idea that nature, and plants in particular, side with what is largely perceived as civilized tastes resounds with reason and echoes our own particular wishes. "Our amps go to 0". It's a shame that it's just not the case. There is no research to prove that plants prefer baroque music. Were that it were so....


There is a huge amount of pseudoscience around this topic, but hard scientific information is, to say the least sketchy. Given the same sound levels, frequency outputs, and all other conditions being identical, plants do not seem to care what music is played. There is a catch, however. Plants do seem to grow better with music than without, the current thinking being that sound tends to excite plant tissue on a molecular level which causes the plant to regenerate and grow bigger roots and leaves which aids in nutrient and photosynthetic absorption, etc. But apparently only to a point. Loud sonic vibration can permanently damage cell membranes. This is probably the origin of much of the bad science regarding rock n' roll and plants withering.The fact of the matter is that plants have been growing for millions of years, and have been doing so surrounded by all the things they need to thrive - birds, bugs, wind, water , all of which produce sound. Growing in absolute silence is a completely unnatural environment for most plants. Sonic vibrations which most closely mimics natural sounds are likely to produce better growing results. That already narrows the taste in music to accoustic. Do sitars and baroque harpsichords sound more like birds and bugs than, say, Snoop Doggy Dogg? Probably. ( I only mention the famous Gangsta rapper as an example because, in a bizarre twist, Winter Harp played side by side with Mr. Dogg in a twin theatre complex in Calgary a few years ago. I can imagine patrons arriving at the multiplex going, "well, Winter Harp is sold out, let's go see Snoop").

Aside from corn, plants don't have ears (it's a joke, see?) so their perception of sound is already going to be very different. However, they do sense vibration very accurately. One plant that responds particularly well to sound-induced vibration is Mimosa pudica, also known as the "sensitive plant." Vibrations induce electrical signals across the leaflets of this plant, and cells at the base of the leaflets respond to these action potentials osmotically. This response results in a sharp change in the turgor pressure in the pulvinus cells, and that pressure change, in turn, results in the folding of the blade at the pulvinus. Another pulvinus at the base of the petiole may also respond if the vibration is severe enough. How would this plant respond in terms of growth if its leaves were kept closed by constant vibration? If you think very long about photosynthesis in leaves as the driving force for growth, you will realize that continuous leaflet closure would inhibit rather than stimulate the growth of the plant.


One of the first people to systematically study plant growth and the stimuli involved was also the very first person to send and receive radio waves. You're probably thinking "Marconi studied plants?" Actually, no he didn't. But he was not the inventor of the radio either, despite the fact that he usually gets credit for it. Jagadis Chandra Bose sent and received radio waves in 1895, more than two full years before Marconi. Would the fact that he was a Bengali explain his relative lack of recognition for this feat? Marconi had the best equipment and worked within the scientific community in Europe. Bose did it virtually in isolation, using equipment he invented using tools that he built himself, in Calcutta. Marconi patented everything, and became quite wealthy, marrying into nobility and eventually becoming one of the leaders of the Italian Fascist party. Bose did not believe in patents, and thought that all knowledge should be for the benefit of all humanity. It is pretty obvious which is the more significant achievement. Bose went on to write several incredible books (now out of print and very difficult to get) regarding hundreds of experiments he conducted determining the nature of plant consciousness.Bose demonstrated that plant tissues under different kinds of stimuli like mechanical, application of heat, electric shock, chemicals and drugs, produce electric response very similar to that produced by animal tissues.

For his investigations Bose invented several novel and highly sensitive instruments. Among these the most important one was the Crescograph -an instrument for measuring the growth of a plant. It could record a growth as small as 1/100,000 inch per second. Bose’s experiments on plants were mostly performed on Minosa pudica and the results were astonishing. In all his investigations Bose attempted to offer original interpretations and to devise models which were illustrative of the physical basis of memory. He claimed that plants can "feel pain, understand affection etc," from the analysis of the nature of variation of the cell membrane potential of plants, under different circumstances. According to him a plant treated with care and affection gives out a different vibration compared to a plant subjected to torture.

In short, it seems that plants do not respond well to Rap, Heavy Metal, Industrial, Thrash, Punk, Hip-Hop, and many other current musical trends at the sound levels which these styles of music are intended to be performed and played at. Plants do seem to grow better with Early Music, Baroque, and most accoustic music when it is played at sound levels which correspond to the original unamplified sound. But that's the catch. Plants probably would not like Wagner or Berlioz played at full concert volume, but probably would enjoy Led Zepplin's unplugged accoustic music. If plants could speak, likely they would not be saying "turn it up," but rather more likely they would say "turn if off!"

Sunday, November 19, 2006

Ancient Computers




Speaking of solstices, equinoxes and the gloom of Winter, I recently finished reading a very interesting book by Professor D. De Solla Price on ancient analogue computers, specifically: The Antikythera device. This probably should be one of the major jaw-droppers of the 21st century. As usual, fact *IS* stranger than fiction, though it rarely gets the press play that fiction does.

Basically the Antikythera device is a clockwork analogue computer built by an ancient Greek mathematician from Rhodes in the first century BC. It was on board a Roman ship that sank 2100 years ago and was discovered by sponge divers in 1901. So heavily encrusted was the machine that it laid around in the back room of the National Archaeological Museum of Athens for over half a century before X-rays revealed the nature of the intricate mechanism. The computer is designed to accurately predict the position of the earth, moon, sun and various planets visible to the naked eye for any given date by simply turning a handle to the date in question. Keep in mind that the device dates from 80 BC, or about 1600 years before Galileo was almost burned at the stake for publishing the fact that the earth revolved around the sun. That such a device existed at all before the time of Leonardo da Vinci is so mind-bogglingly amazing, and the assumptions about the knowledge of the solar system so incredibly advanced, that it only opens up the question of what else the ancients knew about which we still haven't discovered? An earlier Scientific American article by Dr. De Solla Price suggests that the beginnings of clockwork in Europe actually were as a result of the Arab's familiarity with ancient Greek writings which have subsequently been lost to us. Through the Moorish conquests in Spain and the Crusades the information may have been transmitted to Europe. He concludes by saying:

On the one hand the Islamic devices knit the whole story together, and demonstrate that it is through ancestry and not mere coincidence that the Antikythera mechanism resembles a modern clock. On the other hand they show that the Antikythera mechanism was no flash in the pan but was a part of an important current in Hellenistic civilisation. History has contrived to keep that current dark to us, and only the accidental underwater preservation of fragments that would otherwise have crumbled to dust has now brought it to light. It is a bit frightening to know that just before the fall of their great civilisation the ancient Greeks had come so close to our age, not only in their thought, but also in their scientific technology

An orrery maker in England has made a modern reconstruction of the Antikythera device based on De Solla's research. More recent research has given us an even better understanding of the device and its potential. Such companies as Hewlett Packard (makers of digital computers!) have built specific surface mapping technology especially for this project. Here is a link to a good introduction to the history and significance of this object.

Saturday, November 18, 2006

The Dark of December

It is such a delight to work on Winter Harp, that once the endless rains of winter start, I’m not bothered by them. In fact, I’m thankful. The rain keeps me indoors. People complain that the rain and the dark makes them depressed. But I’m so focused on the music and the beauty of the carols and the stories, that the weather is immaterial.
I sit by the fire, play the First Noel on my harp and listen to the continuous drumming of the rain on the roof. It’s cozy. It’s right. It’s winter. It is everything Winter Harp is about.
The cold, dark and damp forces us inside both physically and metaphorically. In less than two months the days will start getting longer and spring will be on its way. Time passes. Darkness turns, once again, to light.
I heard a bird sing in the dark of December:
‘We are nearer to spring than we were in November.’
I heard a bird sing in the dark of December.

- Lori

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Non-Human Music

I found this site amusing, it surprised me that scientists were this slow to discover that other mammals besides humans were capable of reproducing musical "rhythms." I've had discussions with ethnomusicologists who insist that music is exclusive to humans. I am not convinced.

Many animals in nature sing, but we humans have arbitrarily decided that only we can produce this narrowly defined concept we refer to as music. At least, that's what scientists would have us believe. My personal experience has proven to me that this is wrong. I've always known that some animals love to sing, and I've had wonderful duets with dogs I've owned. Coyotes often get together to have a choral sing-along in the evenings. I remember hearing them while hiking in the Chilcotin. Some people find these choral fests eerie or freightening. I've always loved the sound - to quote Bram Stoker "Listen to them -the children of the night. What sad music they make." The English word "coyote" in fact, is derived from the same Spanish word, which itself was borrowed from the Aztec word "cóyotl" which means "singing dog".

I used to volunteer at the Aquarium many years ago, and I remember one morning, as I was cleaning a window with a squeegy, a whale came up to the glass and started singing. This was not all that unusual. What was different was that she started to sing in a pitch very similar to the sound of the squeegy. So I started making the squeegy pulse - skree- skree-skree. And she repeated this same pattern. Cool! I thought. So then I started playing the 1812 Overture with the squeegy. Amazingly, the whale reproduced the tune reasonably closely. We just stared at each other for a few moments after that in silence. My friend Tony and I quit volunteering shortly after that - keeping whales in captivity is wrong for so many reasons, but for me it was that one event that changed everything. Whale songs are nothing new, but this whale was singing my song.

Thursday, November 09, 2006

Authenticity

I went to a very interesting lecture on Saturday at UBC, part of the Vancouver Institute's always excellent lineup of speakers. Professor Robert Silverman, School of Music, UBC, talked about why he played Mozart on a "real" piano, vs. a pianoforte. He argued that Mozart would have done anything for a piano that does what modern pianos can do, and that the instruments of his day were not capable of the expression that modern piano's are capable of. As well, Professor Silverman noted that were Mozart alive now, he would most certainly be playing a modern piano. By way of example, he played the same piece of Mozart (on a modern Yamaha Conservatory grand) imitating, with only slight exaggeration, what it would have sounded like were it played on a pianoforte, and then what it would have sounded if someone played it in a 19th century Romantic style, i.e.: historically uninformed. Finally, Silverman played the same piece trying to express what Mozart really intended. There is no doubt that Professor Silverman is a great interpreter of Mozart, and is immensely talented. The differences were really very significant.

I couldn't help thinking about his comment that Mozart, were he alive now, would be playing a modern piano. I'm not so certain. He definitely would not be playing a pianoforte- that I can accept. But would he play a modern piano? Like Bach, Scarlatti, and Beethoven, (and many other famous composers) Mozart was always looking for the best - instruments that were capable of expressing every nuance of their artistic vision, instruments that did not interfere with this expression, and which were the ultimate interface between emotion and sound. I would tend to think that Mozart, were he alive today, would not be writing music that sounded anything like the Mozart that we know. Mozart would probably be a composer of mega Broadway musicals, and he would probably moonlight as a keyboardist in a punk band at night. Bach would be behind a stack of electronic keyboards hooked up to a powerful computer, carefully crafting his mathematical fugues with 144 different counterpoint lines. In his lifetime, Bach accumulated quite a good collection of keyboards, mostly harpsichords, but as well he had a number of clavichords, and interestingly enough, two lautenwerks. I think that is pretty indicative of the fact that he was after the latest and greatest, and was not necessarily married to harpsichords or pipe organs. It’s just that these were the instruments of the day, and that is what he composed for.

The “limitations” or idiomatic particulars of each instrument are critical in understanding music composed specifically for that instrument. The harpsichord is not capable of a great deal of difference in volume, no matter how hard you pound on the keys (and this does the instrument no good whatsoever). To vary the volume within a piece of music a composer simply wrote in more notes. More notes, more sound, less notes, less sound. To play Bach on the piano, no matter how beautiful played, is a bit anachronistic. To play Mozart on a modern piano is similarly out of context, but the results in both cases probably justify the transposition. Glenn Gould owned a harpsichord and played it to work through much of what he later recorded on a piano. The nuance and subtleties that the mechanics of the earlier instrument provides often gives an important insight into the mind of the composer and what he was trying to create.

The harpsichord was in general use for over 400 years until the piano reached a state of development that made it a practical instrument. The harpsichord, then, can be considered a fully developed and “finished” instrument. It has reached the zenith of its technological evolution. Modern “enhancements” the use of metal, plastic, and plywood, have not been generally regarded as improvements, and in the field of harpsichord building, authenticity is regarded as the hallmark of a fine instrument. The same cannot be said for pianos. There are several historical instances of early pianofortes being converted into harpsichords, which tells us that early pianos were probably not the best. With the advent of mass produced cast iron and factory made movements of great precision, even a person of modest means can own an instrument that would have been a technological marvel in Mozart’s time.

In my opinion, Professor Silverman is correct in his conclusions of why playing Mozart on a modern piano is justified. I’m just not convinced it’s because that’s what the original composers would have done had they been alive today. I’m also equally certain that they would not be composing the type of music that the constraints and idiosyncrasies of their instruments afforded them.

In a way, this is almost the opposite of the issues that we face in Winter Harp. Some of the instruments we play are very ancient indeed, but we are by no means early music purists. Using early instruments- Celtic harps, psalteries, clay drums, etc. is mostly a conscious decision to avoid the familiar sound of their modern counterparts. What’s curious is that many people have commented that some of our instruments have a decidedly electronic sound to them.

I guess you can only relate to what you know…