The Prophet Obblonge - Sounds Of Possibilty

My 1967 Shure 4-channel mic mixer has only had the sounds of fetal heartbeats
And what I've sent through it crossed its capacitors
It was given to me by a man who retired from the repair pool at Fort Sam Houston
Same guy who laid the direction-of-the-hole-left-by-the-electron-moving-backwards gem on me

It came from the sonogram lab. Had been purchased new sometime between 1967 and 1970
It was such a reliable and quality piece of equipment it took the army that long to render
It obsolete and send it to its own retirement
Interwebs informed the same model was used at the original Woodstock Festival

I sent some audio, the sounds of pink noise, through each of the inputs to verify it
Functioned and put it on a shelf. One of the few items I took with me when I sold Oblong Box
Eyeing it on the horrific tobacco-tar-layered bedspread of the smoking hotel room I am
Currently staying at, that thought occurred to me

Dark blue and black moving blankets are mounted over a pair of tower speakers
Stationed on each side of two mic stands. One holds a mic screen, the hemispherical kind
Rubber bands form a makeshift shock mount around a pawn shop
Sterling audio condenser mic with a bent screen

It was substantially heavier than my Focusrite with a larger diaphragm
Initial test favors it being my main vocal mic
Square feet of ribbed and pyramided steepled foam are hanging from large safety pins
Tombstone build and rack mount power conditioner on the floor

Stack of eight laptops on a desk in a halfway state of repair improvement
Stack of solid-state drives. A battery pack for jumping a car
Plastic racks of more than 200 tiny slide-out drawers filled with small useful things
Two acoustic guitars and an electric built from a Honduran mahogany leftover from a furniture build

A glockenspiel a neighbor left out on the curb
Dremel rotary tool. Three printers
Large boxes of Kallisti's belongings
All the clothes I own now fit hanging on a short rack by the sink

Papers someone else thinks are important
Four monitors, old ones discarded, some with plastic film still on the screens
One came from a touchscreen point of sale display
A few decorations breaking up the neutral paint on the walls

The sleeve of a 60s album pressed in Waco is sung by the addicts, straight out of AA
A 3D Buddha scene from the Fuck You temple
Itsy Rotten's Grey Magique promo poster
A collage of concert tickets and photos of people living and dead

Using one of the laptops to record the mic negates the noise of the PC's fans
Transfer to the big box for processing
Food in mini-fridge to lessen time wasted shopping for sustenance
My time is limited here and must be spent wisely and with reverence

Within so many breaths, there will be many meaty movements
It has only heard sounds of possibility
Mindful of the future, may it only hear them

Written by:
Michael Mackenzie

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