The Celestial Monochord world headquarters have moved.
The photo at left shows my view from the apartment we’ve occupied for the past six years (you can click on it for a larger image). I stared at this wall as I founded and developed The Celestial Monochord, as I learned to play clawhammer banjo, and as I became interested in the Minnesota music scene of the 1920’s. I quit drinking looking at this wall. I lost a cat and gained two. I got married. When I came home from my first Battle of the Jug Bands, I came home to this view. It all happened looking at this wall.
Now my tribe and I have moved into a real house, with great views to the east, south, and west. It has a yard in which to set up my telescopes (there’s a bright erupting comet in Perseus, by the way, which you should check out). It has a porch on which to play my banjo. And a dedicated office where I can write about fulgurite for you, and from which I can revive the memories of dance bands long dead. The sun and moon rise at the foot of my bed (see photo on the right).
Buying a house was very exciting — especially if you consider debilitating stress to be a form of “excitement.” Consider the mortgage crisis, just for starters. And the old apartment had beautiful woodwork and the best caretakers/friends you could hope for. But the new digs are a great leap forward, and The Monochord should be extremely well served by them.
Thanks for your patience and check back soon and often.