On Interludes and Electric Twelves
Pauline Holmes, whom ltRRtl readers have heard from in a pair of podcasts discussing her decades of experience as a lead lecturer and supervisor in a secondary English credential program at UC Davis, stopped by to say hello and listen to some tunes at the Historic Folsom Farmers Market last Saturday. It was very cool to look over and see her smiling face! Joanne asked me if she’d met Pauline at a baby shower after our daughter was born, and I think so.
Being on the clock, I couldn’t talk for long, but after loading up and driving home, Jo and I were transported to times we hadn’t thought about in years. It’s amazing the impact of seeing a friend after a long passage of time. Thanks so much for coming, Pauline.
I’m working on a long piece which I’m hoping to finish today about SoR and AI, but my gut tells me to sit on it. I have something like 150 pieces I’ve been sitting on. Some of them I’ve squashed and ruined. You sort of know when the dough has turned to leather. Some of them I barely comprehend myself. What in the world is this guy trying to say? But my gut also tells me this new piece has something of use to say. It foregrounds SoR historically and ideologically as a media fabrication much like Trumpism and backgrounds AI as the proverbial pin that will prick the bubble of SoR within 3-5 years. Maybe.
So another poor substitute for an offering at the shrine of pedagogy: a song. This one has been in my hands, mouth, and mind since very early times. I was so much older then. You hear a lot of my favorite PRS 22/12 electric made in 2004, probably the sweetest electric 12 you’ll find anywhere, including a Rickenbacker. I was lucky to find it.
