How My Life Was Vastly Improved by 1/8″ to 1/4″ Inch Jack Adaptors

I’ve always had an affection for toy musical instruments, particularly cheap ones purchased at Savers.  I also have a Speak and Spell. I had been trying to devise some way to amplify these things via guitar pickups, but I’d need to modify a guitar to really get the job done. But last night as Bryan and I were rehearsing the Corey Hart classic “Sunglasses at Night,” Bryan pointed out that all I need are some 1/8″ to 1/4″ jack adaptors, and I could use the headphone outs to send signal to an amp or PA.

Fortunately I have such things handy. Now the world is a whole new place, the birds are singing and choirs of angels litter my path with lotus petals. Or something.

So we played Whitewater last night, toys in tow. The adaptors allowed us to use my $3 keyboard as a drum machine – I ran it through my Digitech Whammy Pedal to take the sound an octave down (because kiddie-keyboard drum patterns are really heavy on the treble). I used the Speak and Spell for fills, musical and verbal. I also brought along my old digital answering machine, because the female voice that says “You have no new messages” sounds really spooky through a reverb-and-delay-laden guitar amp.

Good times. And only the beginning. I stand at the cusp of my own personal revolution in sonic experimentation, all because of the simplest of suggestions. Such is the way of innovation.

Perpetual Adolescence?

I am realizing of late that my generation was the first to really get marketed to in a psychically deep way. Where in my father’s generation, something like the Red Rider BB Gun might have been the cool thing to have, my generation insisted I have every facet of the Star Wars/Transformers/G.I. Joe/He-Man/M.A.S.K/etc universe. So many toys. So many commercials and cartoons for toys. And then came the explosion in video games. Now, as the children of the 80’s are hitting their 30’s, I see that we have yet to put away childish things, many of us unrepentantly so[1]. Now, I’m personally proud to admit that I have not, nor will I ever “grow up” in a conventional sense, but more and more I wonder if my position wasn’t psychologically impressed upon me by the Toys R Us jingle, “I don’t want to grow up, I’m a Toys R Us kid.”

What if a significant portion of my personality was marketed to me by Hasbro®? Maybe we don’t want to give up on acquiring toys because we’ve been conditioned to continue enjoying them, so lodged in our subconscious is the allure of the fantasy world, so appealing is the packaging, or in the case of videos games, so gratifying is the accomplishment of the game? And this isn’t just a nerd thing…I just watched leading man Vince Vaughn play video games in his swank Chicago high-rise condo in The Break Up. Are we a generation who has had the the Peter Pan Syndrome psychologically transmitted to us by Madison Avenue?

It’s harmless of course; I’m still a mature 30 year old who has a career and a mortgage, and who doesn’t behave like a teenager. I do, however, prefer to dress in odd t-shirts and I still find trips to the toy department appealing, even if my purchases there are fewer and further between. A great lesson from Twilight Zone: The Movie that I took to heart was to grow old with a fresh young mind. I think that’s something good for everyone to do.

1.) Of course I’m not talking to you, Josh. What would make you think that? 😉

More MySpace Fun

What other website allows you to communicate with Sting’s guitar player in Monte Carlo? I struck up a conversation with the great Lyle Workman (who has also worked with Jellyfish and Beck, and who did the score for 40 Year Old Virgin) about Peter Cook and Dudley Moore, because he’s a big fan. He then asked me how to switch from a Top 8 to a Top 12 or more on his Top Friends thingy on MySpace. Just one of those random moments where I stop and realize…this guy is on tour with Sting in Monaco and he’s asking me for help on a webpage? Isn’t life weird?

I sent him this great sketch from Peter Cook and Dudley Moore, featuring a cameo by John Lennon, and a great American accent by Cook.