Resonate Revisited

Oh the horror of those things languishing in the deep recesses of the storage spaces in my apartment. The truth is, I nearly killed my sewing machine putting this little beauty together, and am loathe for a repeat performance.

What you're looking at the top is a four foot by five foot flannel quilt, embedded with twenty 2-inch speakers. Those little puffs are constructed with box pleats, spacious enough for some poly fil and a maybe a speaker.

I slept under this blanket for a year, until the stitching between its twenty panels started to deteriorate from the strain. The pleating technique used one square yard of fabric to make one square foot panel. Add to that twenty pounds of fluffy stuffing and the heft of twenty speakers, and you've got a lot of pressure on the hand-stitching that kept the panels together. I tried stitch it all together with my sewing machine, but we're talking about eight layers of some pretty substantial fabric. I resorted to sewing it by hand, a project I always mean to take up again, someday. For now the separate components are stashed in the storage spaces in my apartment, laundered and waiting for a rainy day or rainy season, perhaps? The speakers have been glued into clear plastic orbs, in the hopes that a bit more space between the fluff and the diaphragm will allow for better sound output. I did some experiments with pillows embedded with speakers, and it seemed to work alright, though I may need to find a better speaker than the little 8 ohm piezos I picked up from American Science and Surplus.

Haven't you ever wanted to wrap yourself in a song?

American West Revisited

I've always been fascinated by toy weapons... so much so that I did a re-branding project with American West caps when I was in design school.

My main memory of cap guns from childhood was watching a boy at music camp unrolling the paper caps and popping them on a piece of smooth cement with a rock, savoring the sulfur smell as he struck each powder dot.

The toy itself seemed so wasteful to me, with its vacuum formed plastic and cardboard packaging. In my revision, I like to think that some outlaw kid would staple the package to a belt they 'borrowed' from a parent and drape it across their chest like a bandoleer, given the opportunity. On the other hand, being uncomfortable with giving children toy weapons I kept with the old west theme, but surreptitiously played with the logo. (Note the surrendering American West figure at the center of the target/badge).

It's never seemed right to me to give a pretend deadly weapon to a kid. Let them make their own, I say.