snowmahgerd26, update 04
Snow: done / driveway: clear / solar panels: clear / porch paths: clear / (small) dogchild piss path: clear / shed path: clear / shoulder: still in socket.
greetings, minifeeders
A break from exhaustive snowmahgerd shoveling to wave 👋 to anyone who might wander into my small little corner of the internet via minifeed. I'm Tyler, and this is where I share the things I've thought / built / made; these are the principles to which I try to adhere. Hope you enjoy this peek into my brain, or, as William Gibson would term it, my personal micro-culture.
a thing about re-learning to play drums
Among the few benefits of music school is that, 20 years after I ran away, I retained the ability to reeducate myself – or at least to develop a plan to do so – on drums. Ignoring all of the “percussionist” background and sticking only with drumset because it’s the fun one – or at least the one that I had the most fun with. Can’t figure why I played marimba so much then. Eh, live and learn.
(But it’s nice to know I can still read music without a problem.)
The four things I’m focusing on right now: hand strength (read: make 44-year-old hands do what 18/19 year old hands could do and endure an entire song never mind an entire gig); pedalwork (for some reason, I really glossed over that part); keeping rock solid time; and being present while I’m playing (read: not letting the fuckeries of institutional music education seep into my enjoyment and reentry into the ways of).
Working through both Stone’s STICK CONTROL for the first part and Chester’s THE NEW BREED for the second part with a metronome to satisfy the third. I do most of the practicing on my roland V drums before moving over to the Tama Cocktail Jam kit for the systems/reading playthroughs.
As for the presence, I’m getting there: I’m still counting through 16ths in my head way too much (read: at all) but it’s nonetheless helpful that drumming was, like metalwork is now, one of the few things with which I could lose myself to flow – by necessity and by love.
2026jan24
I'd had myself convinced that, after 25 years of running one website or another, I was content to let this one slide into the realm of quasi-active portfolio, content to let The Informalities speak for themselves but, after finding rss.social, I'm (once again) inspired to turn this back into a regular blog, to share half-baked or raw-dough morsels of thought that might become something larger or that might exist solely in the uncooked form. Preparations have been made for the great snow-pocalypse of 26, wine has been purchased, dusters for The Collection's long-overdue dusting which I swore I wouldn't do until I had glass cases because I was only doing it once but oh well. Oops.
Fascinated by: Neko: History of a Software Pet | Eliot Akira
Reading: THE STONE SKY, by N.K. Jemison
Watching: DEATH BY LIGHTNING (or, 1880’s WEST WING meets KING OF COMEDY: a brilliant combo)
metal_0080
A 15-minute thing I threw together from left-over bits of metal_0079