Musical Cities

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How early cities develop: My method

This is some cool information I put together, which illustrates the step-by-step process whereby a city might develop naturally. I doubt any political leaders in ancient times held Alain de Botton’s opinion on how to make an attractive city, so settlements that evolve naturally end up reflecting the necessities that influenced their development, like the availability of water, arable land, timber, etc. Most major towns in my setting will be developed this way.

        Early humans were nomadic in a sense (the correct term is transhumance), which basically just means we were similar to migratory birds, moving seasonally from one place to another to hunt and gather, sometimes bringing a large herd of animals along with us. Evidence for such behavior is abundant in many places including most of Neolithic Europe. Settlements started out as either seasonal hunter-gatherer lodges, or small farms during the agricultural revolution. The ancient Syrian settlement of Tel Abu Hureyra is a perfect example, because the site shows the transition from traditional hunting and gathering to full-time farming. The inhabitants of Tel Abu Hureyra also happen to be the earliest known humans to become farmers.

Farming essentially equals settlement, so then it’s time to throw up some huts or carve out some caves, depending on where you live. Shelter is a prime concern. The other primary concern is water. Most ancient cities started beside rivers, but not always.

So your little village is now sedentary, after a while the farmer and his friends’ families all grow and the farm gets expands to the point where there’s enough spare people and food for some to sit around and do other cool, really exciting activities like invent cheese or mine copper. Nine out of ten times the settlement is near a river, at least within a dozen miles or so. Flat land is always nice too, but as long as plants grow and there are trees nearby for lumber, you can sustain a settlement. Athens is an interesting exception to this rule; there are rocks everywhere and you can’t grow cereals properly, but you can grow olives, which are quite nutritious with a decent calorie count.

If you have particularly bountiful farmland, multiple tribes will set up villages in close proximity to each other, and eventually this can progress into a small country or chiefdom, if someone unites and centralizes the villages. It is very possible for a small country like this to effectively manage a surplus or resources, and in order to defend against rival tribes and raiders, they might decide to put up a wall of palisade or mudbrick, or build sturdier houses with less distance between. These little towns will accumulate around the resources, and if the land has sufficient capacity to sustain humans, they either expand to accommodate more people from all the shagging, or they merge with other nearby towns to create something large enough to be called a city. You cannot have a fancy, artistically or progressive civilization without a surplus. You need spare food and supplies to feed specialists, who build funny little things like wooden horses and make paper and works of art and knowledge. By this point, a wall becomes even more necessary, as your little slice of countryside will be looking mighty attractive to prospective raiders and neighboring chiefs. After building a wall, you can expand even further beyond the walls, and sow the farmland there. Then the process can repeat, whereby another wall is built, or you end up with a city-state.

 

A little bit about geography and settlements

Hills: Popular as central to a settlement or as a defensible position, so there will probably either be a military installation, a tomb or crypt, or some kind of religious monument. Some cities spread out from the top of a Hill and are centered on them, where others simply subsume hills due to expansion.

Rivers There will be one nearby. Water equals flora, therefore animals for hunting, and land for farming. There are exceptions, some cultures are just stubborn or clueless and decide to live in stupid places.

Mountains: Usually the refuge of people fleeing civilization. Perhaps there’s a few luddites who eschew farming and think of it as a shitty idea. However, Mountains often mean metals, thus mining colonies, thus cities. Some cultures may also build their civilization on a mountainside for defense, or metals, or maybe the view. Just as long as there is food there. Olive Trees grow well on rocky land, making possible the Polis of Athens and all it’s tributary cities nestled beside mountains. Mountains are also amazing for defense, so a culture may deliberately settle themselves on one side of a mountain range to make it harder to invade them.

Forests: Great for hunting, but can get in the way of farms, thus deforestation to make fields, and for timber to make buildings will be common and frequent, unless you want to be create a culture that live in the trees, which would minimize the amount of deforestation, but force them to sustain themselves by farming things that grow well in dappled lighting. All cities should be built near a source of timber.

Valleys: Amazing farmland in temperate climates, rapid population growth, easy to defend if walled off properly and guarded.

Food: A settlement will grow as long as there is food, it will stop and die when there isn’t. Beyond a certain point, imports from other cities or countries may become necessary.

And another thing… While early cities will be formed like this, later cities can be built purely off the surplus of a pre-existing culture. Check out the ancient Egyptian village of Deir El Medina for example. The Town is situated in a valley in a dry desert, but everyone is fed, watered, and provided for by the lavish surplus of the Egyptian Nile. Why? Because some Pharaoh wanted his Tomb built there, so he uses wealth to support a town where it normally couldn’t exist. This can be a fun and interesting tool for creating cities that need the help of another city to not die.

What Kalihi taught me

Talking to the people of Kalihi & Waikiki was an insight into the slum vs  city/tourist spots of Honolulu. I soon got answers ranging from good to okay of civilians opinions of things that stood out for them. Its like when this man in a market store on the district of Kahlili would say that people from the city were scared of Kalihi scene and frame. It gives Kahili this unsafe and hard feeling of violence even though it not necessarily like that. The city in itself was pretty bent out of shape, with old market stores that had mold on the side of the walls, Houses looked kinda charcoal burnt, bars which look more like tavern on the outside (No inside for me sadly), and just a environment that looks destructive but a community of loving people.

Allow me to enlighten you on a spot of time where this perception was happening right in front of me. One day we were greeted by a elderly woman who was clearly homeless and drugged out  no offense to the woman, but Gordie and I saw her on our way to pick up snacks for our first journey in Hawaii. We say her fidget and mumble things from afar. As we approached the counter when in the store this woman turns to me and Gordie as she belts out “Step off the gas man!” At first I took it as a threat and gave a confused gesture back that said “No you step on the gas…”. The clerk then says to me as aI turn and comfirm my confusing to “pay her no mind she’s talking to her friend” I then am even more puzzled at what friend the clerk meant. Very shortly I found out with just a few seconds though and was even more curious if this is normal in Hawaii or anywhere else for that manner. As I left “Step off the gas man!” became a inside joke between me and Gordie, if you ever want me to tell you a story I got a few of Hawaii and all of them extreme and pretty funny events.

Week 8

This week, I have really focused on creating musical pieces to capture my experience in Los Angeles. My previous blog posts already do a pretty good job of summarizing my experiences and learning, therefore for my songs I will be continuing to showcase my learning but through an expressive means. While in Los Angeles, I played a lot of music in my room. I brought a practice amplifier, a guitar, a pedal, and a keyboard along with me. On nights that I did not go out, I spent quite a lot of time reading my self-assigned books, listening to music from Los Angeles, and playing music in my room. One thing that artistically struck me about L.A. was how eclectic the ‘sounds’ are that come out of this city. While many cities are known for being the birthplace of a particular sound (and make it quite apparent), the nature of Los Angeles’s decentralized and immigrant/transplant population creates such a diversity of ideas that there really is not one concrete sound that defines the L.A. music scene, which is something I really enjoyed about the area. However, the themes I will be playing upon in my music will not be as “sunshine-y” as the famed ‘California sound’ that I discussed.

One major theme I will be focusing on is Alienation. As I talked about previously, I felt an extreme sense of alienation while traveling by foot around the city. The sidewalk was a barren place. In many places that I walked, the only other people I would see on foot were usually homeless. When I told one of my interviewees that I had walked to Studio City from Sherman Oaks (about 4 miles) he said “NOBODY I’ve ever known would do that!”. He further told me that when people see you walking down a street such as Ventura Blvd. at night alone, they assume either you’re mentally ill or homeless. I remember one night when I was walking from Encino to Sherman Oaks and I was literally the only person on the sidewalk the entire time, while many cars were just whizzing by. I felt very alone. I found the situation almost comical and began laughing really loudly, only to realize how weird I must look to cars passing me. I was not alone, I was constantly surrounded.

Another big theme was waste. It is a wild and completely 21st century notion that civilization in the middle of the desert is even possible. With increasing population and decreasing resources comes many issues. One that I have been focusing on is the water crisis, being one that is effecting the entire west coast as well as the entire world. Having grown up in Minnesota, one of my first encounters with the idea of California (besides television and almost every movie) was when I was younger and many Minnesotans were up in arms about how California lobbyists were lobbying for the taking water from Minnesota lakes and using it for Los Angeles. In fact, a third of the water that comes to Los Angeles is sourced from Lake Superior, as well as Lake Michigan. I remember hearing people complain as a child about how unfair it was that a state could just take another states water because it had more money and was more powerful. Being in the state, it was wild to see how wasteful people were still being with water. One woman I talked to (a friend of the daughter whose house I was staying at), told me that she didn’t believe in the water shortage at all. Because the water crisis isn’t effecting many people in the United States (especially Los Angeles due to shipped/piped in water), it can give people a level of comfort. Water comes out of the sink, and it always has and will in their mind. People are constantly going to the car wash as well. Living across the street from a car wash, I was always surrounded by traffic going in and out from the business. I don’t know how so many people are able to keep their cars clean, seeing as my car was constantly dirty (even after I washed it) from the dust and bugs. One thing that I learned about water legislation in L.A. that I found interesting was how water laws affect different communities within the city. For instance, most sub-cities have laws as to when/how much water can be used weekly. The exception is Beverly Hills. There are no restrictions to watering lawns there, and the result is extremely visible. Green, large fields. And at the end of the property line, the desert continues, creating quite an unnatural sight.

THE BRICK WALL

The brick wall.  Everyday I would wake up, walk around the apartment, say hello to whomever was awake and we would all slowly congregate for our breakfast, morning coffee and cigarette while standing on the 3 and a half foot wide 14 foot long porch, connected to the backside of the apartment building.  I would rest my hands on the railing and inhale the fresh morning air of Kalihi. Everyday we sat on this back porch and talked, relaxed, ate, and drank.  our view from the porch was somewhat grey, kind of blockish.  It was a brick wall that stood directly in front of us.  Our view of what would have been a perfect view of one the bays and shipping yards near by.

 

The house I stayed in was only a two bedroom that had four people already living in it and they were kind enough to take me and kimani in for a week.  It was a tight squeeze but we made it work. Kimani and I would switch back and forth between sleeping on an air mattress in the house or a hammock on the back porch.  I really enjoyed sleeping in the hammock on the porch, it doesn’t get a whole lot better then sleeping outside under the stars in Hawaii, which was one of the reasons the brick wall came in handy.  There was a street light on just on the other side of the building which would’ve shined right in my eyes if the wall was not there.   Listening to the sounds of the city winding down for the night was a very relaxing time. The sound of the wind whipping through the alley and the creeks of the hammock rope became a very soothing sound to hear at night. Police sirens wailing at all hours of the night just became a drone blending in with the cool night air.

 

When the morning came, it was very noticeable with the change in sound and how it echoed through the alley and bounced off the walls.  Early in the morning, around 4 am when my friend Burke would get up for work i was usually awakened too.  I could hear the steady movement of traffic already heading into chinatown to set up for the day’s grind.  A lot of times I was up early enough to catch the morning sunrise just to the right of the brick wall. There was a little sliver of openness in which you could see the sun coming up from the water, past the brick wall and into the sky to burn off all the cool air from the night.

 

The brick wall was a thing of imagery. Although the wall had no murals or paintings on its surface, it was an intriguing wall. It was something that you could stare at for hours and continue to make different shapes and objects out of the stains and bird droppings on the bricks.  The longer you stared the more intricate the objects would become.  On one of the days I  sat on the porch for a couple hours with my sketchbook to see what shapes and figures I could make out on the wall.  needless to say, it was an interestingly fun couple of hours.  I have never really drawn images from trying to create them from scratch by stairing at different stains on a wall.

 

Hawaii has walls throughout its towns and cities that are filled with beauty.  Kimani and I were told by a some locals that an artist named Ron Artis is an artist from North Shore that does a lot of wall murals and art. We were able to get a ride up to north shore one day and we found some of his wall art and thought how incredibly detailed and beautiful the wall murals are but how he can turn a simple brick wall into a priceless piece of art.

there were some days I couldn’t help but imagine what life would’ve been like had that wall not been there.  I probably would’ve gotten much more sunburn, but on the other hand I would have been able to see the ocean from my back porch.   think I can honestly say that I’ve never really had this much interaction just staring at a brick wall with nothing really on it. But I can also honestly say that I kind of enjoyed it, seeing different art pop up before my eyes out of nowhere was a very interesting experience.

Post mini fest

I had a crazy busy week since my last post– our main sound person had to drop out last minute, and one of our collective members, Melanie, stepped up and offered to do it, then got horribly sick with the flu and couldn’t do that or perform which was so sad. She put so much effort into the mini fest for Signal Flow that it was such a bummer she missed it completely. But then we had the issue of no sound person aside from me, and I was performing so late in the night that I didn’t wanna do the whole event alone. Because we are a female and trans only collective we couldn’t rely on any of our friends outside of those identities to pick up slack and we pulled it together and I trained a couple of our members how to do sound the day of, which was a little terrifying but it worked out in the end. The event was from 6PM-2AM and I was running on 4 hours of sleep, and my nerves weren’t helping, but I knew we were capable and that it would take a lot but we could do it all!

The show went so well, and I had many people show deep appreciation for having an event that featured and was run by women and trans identified people exclusively. It was also my very first set with visuals made for me, and I had many good responses afterwards, which is great because my friend Krysta who made them wants to continue to collaborate. I was so nervous when I went on, and while I usually allow part of myself to relax by having a drink and letting my intuition sense the room and guide parts of my set, this time was different; I had a set that was completely pre-determined by order and to the minute, and I was having a hard time (which has happened often) letting myself be completely open and knowing how to be a performer while playing other people’s music. I decided about 2 songs in that making eye contact with the audience would help, remembering when someone commented once that he wished I had looked up at the audience so he could show me how much he liked this particular song I had played. I looked up from my gear and down to the audience, and the floor was filled with people – way more than I thought would be there – and I started to see familiar faces throughout the crowd, all smiling and beaming and dancing beautifully. I especially was getting some good energy exchange with Krysta, after all the work we put into that set, like mental hugs and high-fives. Pretty awesome and unique experience. So it clicked right there, and my body relaxed. Not only that but I also was able to smile and laugh with friends down in front while I was playing music for them.

Because of the weight of the recent shooting that a cop inflicted on two young black men, the week had been really heavy, in addition to the stress of trying to coordinate this show which was a few days after the shooting. I had wondered if the show would be a good place for people to let some of that heavy energy release, and before the show, one of my friends who was performing expressed the same sentiment, but more assured than I was. Afterwards, I had that reflected back to me from other people as well, and I felt lucky to have been able to provide a show for people to do that, and a set for people to physically release some of that to also. It felt actually pretty spiritual, and the next day when I finally woke up, the energetic release from everything leading up to the show was palpable in my body. I am so grateful to my friends and to music for allowing that to happen.

I also finally got my pictures back from Don’s camera, and was able to see my first exploration with black and white film while (mostly) in the Bay:

Jesse after we saw Shlohmo at Berkeley

Jesse after we saw Shlohmo at Berkeley

Kinsey, one of my temporary housemates in Oakland with her dog

Kinsey, one of my temporary housemates in Oakland with her dog

one of my oldest friends from Olympia!

Victor, one of my oldest friends from Olympia!

Oakland beach time! It's safe to assume all these people lived in Olympia

Oakland beach time! It’s safe to assume all these people lived in Olympia

one of my closest friends, Hannah

one of my closest friends, Hannah

best buds in Oakland

best buds in Oakland

these ones again! (back in the Washington)

these ones again! (now back in the PNW)

my coworker and new good friend Jessie

my coworker and new good friend Jessie

first self portrait with my Minolta

first self portrait with my Minolta

 

The Ending

Clearly restate the purpose and research question of your study I was originally going to research the connection between Portland and poetry but my research changed a couple weeks into the study to researching differences between the Olympia Slam scene and Portland Slam. Classify the research methods employed in your research and report their effectiveness I attended weekly readings in Olympia or Portland – each time keeping an eye out…

Final Presentation: Flamenco & Duende

It’s hard to believe that this is it!

The quarter is over, my final presentation is finished and I will be heading to France in 5 days. Thanks to everyone for posting such incredible articles and for commenting on mine. I really learned a lot this quarter!

Here is a link to my presentation on duende and flamenco! It was really hard to edit all the information that I learned this quarter down to 30 slides and I hope it all makes sense.

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If you are interested in learning more about flamenco and duende I listed all the books and movies I found particularly helpful at the end of the presentation under “Works Cited”.

Singers who I would recommend listening to are Estrella Morente, Nina de los Peines, and Cameron de la Isla.

My favorite guitar players are the ledgendary Paco de Lucia, Sabicas, and Tomalito.

Although I’m not very interested in flamenco dancing, I absolutely love Carmen Amaya and have included a video of her in my presentation. Antonio Gades was also an incredible dancer.

If you have any questions please don’t hesitate to ask in the “comments” section on the bottom of the page and I will answer as best I can!

May 25: Coming back home.

The past week has been a big change for me. From Texas me and Vanessa have decided to take a huge plunge and finalize living in Washington.  This means I have had about a week steady on the road. As I was in her car, I didn’t want to drive much (and she didn’t really want me to drive too much either) simply because the idea of holding that responsibility in my hands is a little bit scary, so, the trip back home took a little longer than we had planned. While I did drive, it wasn’t very much, and we ended up having to get a hotel just about every night, for 5 nights in total. The drive however, was still beautiful almost all the way through.

Pretty close to the route we took, minus some small detours for food, lodging and leisure.

Pretty close to the route we took, minus some small detours for food, lodging and leisure.

The drive through Texas wasn’t anything to shake a stick at.  I stopped at Roscoe to visit some friends for a few hours and we had lunch.  On the way there I was surprised by the amount of trains carrying whatever is in their endless carriages from place to place.  Even living in Tennessee I’ve never seen so many, and the closer we got to New Mexico, the more trains there were.  This all of course made sense since Texas has been an agricultural and shipping hub for ages now, and ultimately was fun to see.

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Travelling through New Mexico was fun.  The highway was capped at a speed limit of about 80 and it’s pretty much just a straight line through the deserts and towns. At night it was beautiful and of course, more trains by the hundreds. However you’d imagined New Mexico, it’s probably like it. It’s definitely an acquired taste but has it’s own charms. The desert is vast and beautiful, but at times relentlessly boring. The art throughout New Mexico was incredible though, and the themes often morbid. Beautiful all the way through though.

Visiting Utah I didn’t have as much fun as I thought I’d have to be honest. It seemed a little superfluous in environment but I probably just went through a bad route. Some lovely scenery regardless and definitely broke up the trip from New Mexico.

Idaho was fantastic as well but my real favorite was Oregon. Oregon was truly fantastic in every way. Towards the end of the trip seeing Mount Rainier was one of the most exhilarating experiences ever… both because of it’s beauty and because it meant we were two hours away from our destination point.  As for the whole of the trip it went incredibly smoothly.  It was enjoyable all the way through. I’m glad to be back in Olympia (I’m currently unpacking to move into my new apartment) and can’t wait to do my presentation the coming week.

List of Terms 6

Neither chapter 13 nor chapter 14 actually include a list of terms.

Chapter 15: Further Techniques of Harmonic Development

 

Chromatic Substitution: The substitution of a chromatic harmony for an expected diatonic harmony.

Mixture of Mode: Borrowing a chord from the parallel minor mode.

Elision: The omission of an expected chord in a progression.

Multiple Chromatic Substitution: The substitution of several chromatic harmonies for expected diatonic harmonies.

Incomplete Progression: The omission of a chord which is expected as the harmonic goal of a progression.

Nontonic Beginning: A composition which starts on a harmony which is not the tonic, or in what might otherwise be the middle of a harmonic progression.

Chromatic Modulation: A modulatory progression with a chromatic triad as the goal/quasi-tonic.

Principle of Proximity: The principle that no consonant triad is far removed from the harmonic axis. If a harmony is distant in terms of a relation of the 5th, then it is close melodically (by a 2nd relation).

Chromatic Sequence: A sequence which moves chromatically. Such a progression is dependent on the repeated pattern (sequence) rather than the harmonic axis.

 

 

In Conclusion…

I’ve now been back long enough to start drawing conclusions from the experiences of the past 5 weeks. The initial goal was to become immersed in the city. I feel this was accomplished. If you want to study the connections between the city and music, what better way to understand than through the eyes of a musician? From this perspective is where we were able to centralize our ideas and it also allowed us to immerse ourselves immediately. Knowing we might have potential show opportunities, everyday consisted of the right amount of work and leisure time to ask questions from an artist’s point of view as well as an audience point of view. (Audience referring to the people watching the city as if the city itself were a performance piece)

From here the second goal was to try and understand while Los Angele is such a musical hub and what was the way so many musicians became inspired in this city. Our listening playlist consisted of many talented Southern California artists such as Tyler the Creator and his team of collaborating artists including: Frank Ocean, Earl Sweatshirt Domo Genesis and others that make up the group Odd Future. Other artists were: Kendrick Lamar (Compton) Pusha T (Compton) The Dirty Heads (Huntington Beach) and many more that I can’t remember.

What we found in LA was a mindset that fueled the ecosystem of the city. People everywhere were working hard to find new ways to be successful and proactive. The people and their common life style choices create an atmosphere the surrounding establishments have to cater to. You’re basically forced into eating healthy or terrible there’s no in between. The places where the gym, whole foods, acai berry stores and “green” stores are, are all together and visa versa for the fast food restaurants and convenient stores. Common interests connect all sections of the town and the people in those areas are working towards common goals.

From my musician point of view the city is like the music. Its what the artist has worked for to show the audience and let the audience observe and understand. There is no real connection between the city and the music like there is no connection between the acai berry and Los Angeles. They may not have acai bowl shops around Washington but its not because it doesn’t grow there – it’s the idea behind eating it and it being healthy – it goes with the mindset of the people in California. The music being played in LA wasn’t grown there; it’s a bunch of bands from everywhere else that play there because the music resonates with the mindset of the people.

The connection between cities and music is the people. Everything else stems from the people.

The image of the city of Los Angeles is not distinct for me; it’s not a skyline or an iconic building. For me the image I think of is a suburbia house with a business being started in the garage. It’s a person seeing the potential in their own dreams and rather than sitting around waiting for the opportunity to arise, they are up the time the suns up making opportunities with the people and resources that their given. The connection is to the audience; Los Angeles resonates with the audience because it’s where it is happening. But it’s made for the right kind of people. If you’re not ready for it will eat you right up. The connections ive seen between all artists – Steve Jobs to Kendrick Lamar – is that you’re going to get knocked down, but you gotta pull yourself up and keep going, because that’s what being successful is all about.

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