One of the scientists who worked with Hart on the “Rhythms of the Universe,”  project said that "What we did is turn it into sound by slowing down the frequency and ‘stretching’ it into an audio form. Both light and sound are all wave forms — just at different frequencies."

Here's a little video from the article with more interesting information.

If you have the time and interest you can check it out here.

Here's the teaser photo:

Young boy sniffing glue on the streets of Phnom Penh, Cambodia

That happens a lot and its often how I work. I shoot and shoot and only later, sometimes much later, do I finally discover what the real story is. Well that's life and I'm not complaining. Actually the esential point of this particular story did not reveal itself to me until I sat down and wrote the sucker.

It takes a long time to write. This story is about 1,000 words long and it took me hours and hours. Hard work, not as much fun as taking and processing photos, but quite satisfying once you finaly get the job done. I did git-er-done and there you have it.

And in other news… please stop by Sharkys on Thursday night when The Hellhounds once again take the stage to howl and wail the BLUES.

Should be a real good time with some new songs and some old ones that we repainted and lubed-up at our Sunday afternoon practice session.

^The Hellhounds*, Phnom Penh's devilishly inimitable  BLUES  band, will be "Haunting the House of Sharky" again this Thursday evening (and every Thursday in January).

January 21, 2010 – at 9pm.

You are most cordially invited.

Please come as you are, but don't expect to leave unscathed. 

No cover charge… and all the BLUES you can stand.

*Good guys who made a bad deal (with you-know-who) and as a consequence

play the BLUES, Twisted Country, Odball Hillbilly and confounded Cajun music

in a decidedly dirty, nasty, twisted, vile and pleasantly repugnant way…

as if their very souls depended on it.

Honest to God… you'll have one hell of a good time!

Looking ahead… Despite my lack of new year resolutions and even after taking into account my generally grim prospects for the future…

I have reason to believe that 2010 will be a great year!

Certainly it started out with a BANG… and also with lots of beer and "silly string", but that was all before today's extraordinarily regretable, challenging and absolutely massive hangover.

Wheee!

A good time was had by all at Sharky Bar in Phnom Penh last night as the Sharks hosted "Penhstock", Cambodia's first rock festival.

Lots of fun and a compelling trigger for asking those pesky and profound big-picture questions…

"Why didn't I just quit while I was ahead?

What was I thinking?

You mean she wasn't joking?

Who the hell knows.

Five (5) bands took and shook the Sharky stage during the course of the beery and boisterous evening and the house was jam-packed with enthusiastic revelers, making things rather steamy.

However, despite the provocative body-heat, the eagerly excited crowd was animated, friendly and decidedly out to have a good time (Fucking-A) and bring in the New Year with excpetionally high-spirits, much merriment and ecstatic inebriation (not to mention well-intentioned yet nonetheless irrational exuberance)!

The mythicaldude (dapperly dressed in black) arrived fashionably late at 11:30 PM and missed all the bands except for Lost Highway,

They were really great and his dudeliness particularly enjoyed a bunch of Creedence Clearwater Revival tunes … and really dug the BIG phat sound of the drums. Right on!

By all accounts, and as best I can remember, we were effusively loud, if not downright thrillingly rowdy. definitely there was nothing about us or our performance that was even remotely delicate, subtle or nuanced. That's a good thing, right?

I'm reasonably sure that we had most everyone in attendance completely snookered and fooled into thinking that we actually knew what the hell we were doing! For sure it could have been worse!

After a somewhat abbreviated and only slightly inebriated set we actually jammed a bit with some of the cats from Lost Highway who we found – despite their reputation (just kidding) and ours (no joke) - to be nice friendly guys as well seriously good fun players who like to rock.

In all likelihood we were sloppy, loud and disorganized, but no one seemed to care (or notice) since to varying degrees everyone in the joint was thoroughly drunk, happy and oblivious. Woo hoo!

Harmonica Ken was great, as always.

Ditto to the max for ace-accordianist & slide-guitarist-extraordinaire Jimmy.,, that's him in black and white part of the picture on the left)!

Scoddy was nattily attired yet subdued in his sartorial splendor until he began to pound on the industrial-strength big-ass drum-kit with aplomb (or was he just using regular old drumsticks?)

As always, it is mandatory that you check out his Following The Applause Blog for his lounge-lizardly take on what went down.

That's me playing guitar on the right (in living color) … hunkered down as usual… desperately concentrating on maintaining some semblance of a functional real time connection between my ears, eyes, brain and fingers.

[ It's no picnic being me... I don't like it one little bit, but I've been at this game for so long now that I'm used to it. ]

The Swedish Ambassador is wintering in Europe this holiday season so our good buddy Bass Player Dave from Canada did a great job filling-in on short notice. Dave plays these days with a classy jazzy-wazzy group called Mispent Yooth.

I thoroughly enjoyed conversing and commiserating with Bass Player Dave from Canada after the gig and long after all the guests and other band members were long gone.

Dave and I sat together at the empty bar methodically and fastidiously milking the FREE BEER (his favorite brand) for all it was worth – no sense in letting go to waste, or in letting Al drink it,

Somehow we managed to operate under the radar and went virtually undetected until about 3:00 AM when finally the bar staff got the message across. They had been anxiously killing us softly with their disdainful looks in a mostly feeble attempt to let us know that they wanted to get the hell out of there and that it was time for us to leave.

Until then we were undetered from our clandestine and intoxicating mission, and remained unabasheldy commited to our iron-clad indifference, which was bolstered considerably by the ludicrously drunken conviction that we knew where all the bodies were buried. In retrosepct it seems abundantly clear that I don't (and never did) have the slightest idea what that even means. Clueless? You bet!

Despite our regressive nonsensical gibberish, the Sharky crew outdid themselves with a boisterous well-planned and well-managed party… including a cool private (well maybe semi-private) and only slightly dilapidated backstage area for all the musicians with an icy keg of FREE BEER (my favorite brand too!).

So a great big big tip-O-the-hat is in order to the Sharky dudes for a job well done indeed.

By all means, please check out the Sharky Blog for some of Cali 2 Jim's photos (you've go to love those ladies!) and an illuminating and informative recap of the night's festivities.

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Grudgingly, El Mythicos Dudicus, has disclosed his frank admission that he "now knows better", and is frighteningly quick to add "but at the time it all seemed like a good idea".

It is understandable after all the glitz, giddy exhileration and profusion of perspiration at the gig… that he was steadfastly unwilling to compromise his enthusiastic neglect of good judegment….
 

so the mythicaldude set out with outlandish abandon and utter disreagard for any any and all possible consequences… and "did himself in" good and proper. Ouch!

Since the dude started out on the late side and was genuinely and appropriately inspired by the rambunctious party and excellent vibes..

he wound-up staying out literally all night (an increasingly rare occurance at his advanced age).

At roughly 4 AM, I ran into Cali 2 Jim at the

Walkabout* where I think we had the exact same conversation that we had hours earlier at Sharky's.

I enjoyed it both times… that's my story and Í'm sticking to it.

I wouldn't be at all surprised to learn that was all my fault.

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[  The Walkabout is a Phnom Penh landmark every bit as legendary as the Sharky Bar... a cathedral of decadence.

It is almost universally revered as a local bastion of culture and generally regarded as the pinnacle of late-night elegance, refinement and sophistication. Tee-hee-hee.   ]

 

 

 

 

Not long after that the MythMan bumped into none other than The Lost Highway Drummer Guy upstairs there at the Walkabout, where we sat for awhile slurring our words and chewing the fat over yet another beer as we watched to bartender do her homework…

Just what the doctor ordered.

 

 

The mythical one also saw many other twisted and familiar faces… all of whom:

Consequently he fails to recall many of the gory details of last night's epically shameful, abberently debilitating, decadent and self-indulgent debauchery. Alas!

Man it was some kind of big fun… while it lasted

So it goes.

Anyhow… it turns out that The Lost Highway Drummer Guy used to live in San Francisco, just like me… and in one of those pleasantly inexplicable turns of conversation we fondly (and rather bizarrely) reminisced about a great guitar player from The City by the Bay named Carlos Guitarlos, who evidently (I found out after diligent investigation on Google) is still out there and going strong.

Here is the Carlos Guitarlos MySpace page.

But I digress…

I imagine that I must be distracted by the strangely enthralling and wonderfully perverse and misguided thought of heading back to Sharky Bar tonight to jam with Lost Highway and enjoy a toke a few drinks in a typically pathetic and humiliating attempt to adjust the arc of my life's trajectory in order to get back on-track and confidently seize the plethora of opportunities that await me in the coming New Year.

Naturally I accoomplish this feat by creatively causing life to disintegrate in a spectacularly despicable smoky haze of unabashedly flagrant self-abuse and degradation while I wallow in my embrace of the incredible delusion that someday soon I'll somehow rise to the occassion and, as they say in the song…

"someday everything's gonna be different… when I paint my masterpiece".

What a crock of crap… what a stinking steamy heap of stinky dung you say?

Hey mister… don't burst my bubble, OK?

Don't you have to "go see a guy about a thing"?

For your information I became so engrossed with writing this blog post that I spent too much time and now, sadly, it is much too late for Sharky's.

Rest assured though, dear reader, that I take no small amount of solace and comfort in the certain knowledge that… I can always go back to the Walkabout. Hoo-hah!

It truly is a blessing to live in Phnom Penh.

At any rate the whole crew here at mythicaldude.com wishes you a very happy new year.

We're hoping for the best… and that's a fact!

Please stand by for 2010… that's right, there aren't any seatbelts so you'll just have to deal with it.

I know what I'm doing for New Year's this year…

 

Now on Facebook at The Hellhounds page.

^The Hellhounds will be playing at Sharky Bar on New Year's Eve…

and also every Thursday night in January.

 

We'll also be at Talkin' To A Stranger three Fridays in January.

  

For more information about Phnom Penh's music scene please visit:

Leng Pleng  -  Following the Applause

Dimple World Music- Dan Ögren's Music Site- Ritchy & Phil's Music Site - Scott Bywater's Music Site

CrazyHead from Leicester- D'Sco: The Geckos of Love- The Mekong Pirates- Thom Thom

And for information about what's going on around town check out:

Lady Penh - ExPat Advisory Services - BongThom.com – Things To Do

And finally, links to a couple of videos of the Hellhounds playing at the FCC in November:

Hellhounds video 1   -   Hellhounds video 2

Friends and bandmates Scott and Dan have formed yet another musical conglomeration to perform standards and other classy and classic material that does not fit into their many other formats, groups, collaborations and assorted instansiations.

More photos here.

Some interesting thoughts posted on Shaun Mullen’s blog today about the Dead and the special place they occupy in the canon of modern American song.

And hey, you just gotta love a blog where the masthead subtitle is a Frank Zappa quote. A really good Frank Zappa quote from 1977.

"The illusion of freedom will continue as long as it’s profitable to continue the illusion. At the point where the illusion becomes too expensive to maintain, they will just take down the scenery, they will pull back the curtains, they will move the tables and chairs out of the way, and you will see the brick wall at the back of the theatre."

~ Frank Zappa

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