In Utero #1

Note: I kind of stole this post from the family blog that Xtina and I keep, Three Legged Race. Rather, she mostly keeps it and I pat her on the back for doing such a good job. This is what I would consider a “rough cut,” definitely some mixing, etc. that needs to happen, but I’ll take care of that later.

As most of you who are familiar with me in real life probably know, I spend a fair amount of my time (that is not devoted to graphic design, cooking or general pregnant lady care) making tunes. I’m currently in a band called Paddock, and we create droney soundscapes that have been described as “cinematic,” “can you stop playing your scary guitar please,” and “you know that movie Requiem for a Dream? This reminds me of that.” I prefer to think of it as lunar landscape music, but whatever. No one would ever think to look that up on iTunes I guess.

Ever since we found out that Christina is pregnant it’s been in my mind that I’d like to put together something a little more gentle for the kids, not only to document this time in our lives as we prepare to be parents but also to create a memento for their future selves. So, I’ve been recording ambient sounds from family gatherings and other notable events with the idea that I would create some sonic snapshots that can hopefully paint a picture of what the kids have been experiencing without knowing it. Here’s a taste, it uses some sounds I recorded at my family’s annual White Elephant gift exchange.

Every Single Bit

It’s interesting to think about the second (or fourth or hundredth) perceptual lens that has been dropped into my lap (that of an impending Father of Legions) and how quickly I’ve slotted it into my neural pathways. There is so much in this brief talk by Frank Chimero that is relevant not only to design and general creative pursuits (childlike wonder and all that) but also to the actual growth of a child and the crazy balancing act that I’ll soon need to tread between realist and dreamer in the eyes of my children. So daunting.

I’m going to frame this quote in their room:

“We are a process and an unfolding.”

— George Eliot

A Start

I suppose I need to start putting down some thoughts about the fact that I’m about to (all of a sudden) be the father of three. Things I constantly need to remind myself:

- Worrying solves nothing.

- I am not in control.

- My understanding of time is limited.

- Ignorance is not only bliss, it is necessary.

- Money isn’t real.

We’re entering a time during which it will be easy to become absorbed with “what might happen” instead of enjoying the miracle we’re caught up in right now. What could be sadder than that?