Greydon Moore farstar@storm.ca -------------------------------- THE JAW DROPPING DEMO -------------------------------- Nov. 8, 1995, 1:25 PM. Wednesday afternoon. A fractal sound system, will now be described. An interesting thing about an experiment like this is it just won't quit, it keeps going on. Has anyone every yearned to do a jaw dropping demo, someone showing off a new loudspeaker design, for instance. I did one yesterday. It was not intended to be a step into the glory of the spotlight, just a demo of an up-to-the-minute work in progress testing some new ideas and a fellow arrived at the front door on his own, who was invited in, requested to proceed along the hall to the rear of the house, with eyes closed, was guided into the living room, was asked to form an opinion as to what kind of stereo system he was listening to, since he had been raving and marvelling at it since stepping in the front door, (the SOUND !), and once his neck had gotten tired strobbing from left to right head up and scanning the mighty stereo image was asked to open his eyes, and when he did he looked straight ahead an instant later looked down, and hunched and went HUH! in a loud totally spontaneous exclaim of astonishment. Yes, his jaw dropped. What he had been listening to, it turns out, escaped his notice not for a second, it was a Benny Goodman pirate factory tape of Goodman music recorded in the late 1930's and when SING SING SING came on with Gene Krupa's drums rocking the room with rim shots and echos and jungle drum reverberations the scene was set, with I, smiling along with the listener, pointing to the speaker lead and asking 'how many speaker leads do you see' just to make sure he could affirm his own messages. There was only one speaker lead. And that summarizes my jaw dropping demo of yesterday afternoon. The whole stereo system was entirely a one speaker, one channel, MONO embodiment. And now the short story. During the summer, for 80 days, the local supermarket two minutes walk from here had gone on strike, seven stores had ratified a new contract for employees and the eighth our local supermarket, did not. This supermarket last year won the national award as the best all around supermarket in Canada, so it was no small potatoes though of medium size. To make up the slack I used to hop in the car and belt up Orleans Blvd, around the corner onto Lees, cruising along to the turnoff to Blackburn Hamlet, then straight down the highway into the heart of town to another super market. One day, cruising along toward the center of town at the speed limit of 60 klicks I saw a stack of loudspeakers and hi fi gear sitting on the side of the road waiting for garbage pickup. The result was instantaneous - a U turn. Knocking on the door I asked if the stuff was being thrown out sure enough there it ended up in my car and a half hour later in the garage back here at home. It was actually dismal stuff, beat up to hell, several small wooden enclosures from portable units of yesteryear and one large solid wooden box, a Realistic' from Radio Shack, probably 20 years old or more, a medium sized studio monitor. The record player that came with the stuff was pretty beat up so I lost complete interest in it too once I got it home. The stuff sat in the garage for three months until garage cleanup had me stuffing the car with this junk and carting it across the street to behind the mall into the garbage containers. I had the big Realistic speaker in my arms and was ready to cargo it out to the car when my eyeballs glombed onto the fact that at the back were reostat knobs for HIGH and LOW, and I thought wait a minute here is a chance to do some experiments to see how much HIGH and LOW reostating might effect resulting sound in my experiments. Four days ago I russled and puffed the big loudspeaker into the living room, it weighs close to 50 pounds, and hooked it to the left hand leads from the Fisher model 8400 getto blaster, turned it on, and noise was the result. There was lots of sound, lots of volume, lots of bass, and so on, but not nicely fidelic in any way imaginable, for instance the bass, as loud as it was, had the whump whump whump kind of pound that car discos have, the kind of mobile rock concert you can hear from a mile away as a car with a cocain freak clutching the air comes up the main street at 3 AM in the morning. It was also, intrinsically, muffled in sonics. So out came the screw driver and the first thing was to pull the three mid range tweeters, one of which had a bashed in centercone. It turns out the tweeters were nested in large cups of black plastic inserted into the solid wooden case of the Realistic loud speaker, which had no screws to take it apart, the wood was solidly glued together. So I left the 3 tweeters with cups separated dangling down the front of the enclosure. I had tried first the loudspeaker in normal stand position on the floor, then turned upside down, then on its side, so that the center of the 10 inch woofer was roughly at the miracle height of 15 1/4 inches to be lined up directly in front of the main axis of the raised hexagon star array on the living room floor. The loudspeaker, to have the right height laying on its side, was set on a small wooden spice wrack. Needless to say noise was still the result. There was lots of sound, but no real goodstuff. Well, I took a BIG chance, I pulled one of the leads clipped into one of the three mid range tweeters, and nothing happened, except the fidelity improved a bit. Hmmm. A second tweeter was disconnected and more fidelity crept into the sound stream, just a bit, mind you. By this time you can probably quess what was bound to happen next. I had no choice but to pull loose the screws holding the heavy woofer in place and pull the woofer out a bit to see what would happen now that ALL of the half waves were eliminated. Yes, sonic resonances started to appear in the sound stream. At first, when the woofer was pulled loose to hang angled out at roughly 15 degrees most all of the bass vanished but a bit of coaxing with discrete adjusts of the position of the heavy enclosure, placement of dangling wires and speaker leads, etc, led to a return of usable bass, this time very thin, open, roomy, and resonant, rather than loud, hard, low toned, muffled. At the beginning when the speaker was first plugged in its sound was entirely in half waves since all of the back waves were totally impacted back in the sealed box but now, out came the stuffing, then off came the 3 tweeters and the large black gourd shaped cups removed, then one tweeter left dangling by its leads down the front of the enclosure, and by this time I was starting to get back into sonics and Airframe except it was still distorted particularly in the high end where rattle and piss and clips were obvious and not very much gain in the mid range of this system. On day two an idea arrived to try a cheap car stereo speaker of oval 8 inch kind and a single small center cone in storage upstairs, so, gingerly, the last of the three mid range tweeters was unclipped from the Realistic box and the cheap car stereo speaker gingerly clipped in, and it WORKED! a whole bunch of missing mid range suddenly appeared, most of the piss and crackle in the high end vanished, and a second kind of distortion entered the sound stream. Now there was real shrill in the high end. Some room tuning, some deft coaxing and different tries at placement of the oval speaker led to modest gains away from shrill, with the oval speaker lying on the floor facing upright, about 16 inches out in front of the enclosure box toward the sound image. Yesterday, day three, began with a trip up the street to the Sally Ann store; it is the local Salvation Army outlet; looking for a cheap easy chair to replace the piece of junk that is causing my legs to ache, resulted in arrival back home with two new sea shells for 10 cents each (a large and small scallop shell exactly of the kind Shell Oil company uses for its logo), and these both worked! set in key hot spots on the stairs long distance at the front of the house. Also in hand was an 8 inch oval speaker, pillaged from the stereo of the 9 year old Buick Skyhawk which I had just parked back in the driveway outside. Yes the moment it was clipped instead of the other similar sized oval speaker from the room upstairs the shrills vanished! It turned out that this new speaker could be held in hand and moved around, rotated, etc., and in these moves sounds would come and go, either none at all or strong distorted high frequency input or in certain positions, calm. A position on the floor about 14 inches out, facing up, and propped at a certain angle by a plumber's hexagon brass six sided nut under its magnet suddenly brought final real peace into the sound stream. By this time, the enclosure itself was propped on a small tomato shipping box of thick cardboard, which itself was on a book of coffee table class, large, with glossy cover, featuring photos of rural Canada, and won a couple of years ago as a prize in a raffle, it made a surface against the carpet to which the whole heavy loudspeaker could be easily slid around into discrete finely focused hot spots facing the hexagon star array of raised slinkies on the living room floor. Further, by this time the heavy wooden enclosure itself was sitting tilted up at about a 15 degree angle, propped on two six sided glass vinegar jars set on the cardboard box under the heavy enclosure. At this point there was lots of the goodstuff my yearns have always sought these days, but true fidelity was a hit and miss affair, a bit of better, then worse very unstable. I started playing with the array of hand made hand-filed snowflakes and starflakes on the table in the corner and found that V E R R Y V E R R R Y discrete adjustements for each device, moved into different places and focused at angles rather than all edge-on into the sound stream began to result after an hour or so, in more and more noticable improvements, until all of a sudden a new plateau gelled and there was the Glen Miller Orchestra playing away in the living room with me dancing and jiving around in the kitchen just 'letting loose' to the best music I had ever heard in a sonic experiment. After Glen Miller, on went the Benny Goodman tape. Problems. The basics of the Benny Goodman tape is that it was recorded at a very high pitched tone level at the pirate factory so suddenly I had too much high end distortion in the system again. A half hour later I had none. The problem was solved by going around the arrays of room tunable star flakes on the table, and finally, moving the 'Bird Cage' across the room onto the corner of the mantle of the fireplace, nearest the TV. So, walking around just listening, I decided to eat a banana, and when the banana was done, I decided to take the peel out to the side of the house to the compost box, was wearing bare feet and summer shorts and Tee shirt and it was snowing so to prove that humans are not victims of winter went outside dressed thus, in bare feet, pitched the banana peel into the compost box, turned around, and here is a white haired man walking quickly up the driveway. Hello, hello, I hailed, you are just in time to hear an experiment. Keenly he agreed. In we went. And this is the finish of the stort story which began with a description of how his jaw dropped when he opened his eyes and saw what was producing that mighty open stage of fidelic stereophonic sound he had been listening to for all those minutes with eyes closed, and a second later, with eyes wide open. It further turns out that, lucky me, I have a very credible witness. It happens thus: For the previous two days, Canada's national news has been dominated by an attempt on Prime Minister Chretian's life. A man had entered the Prime Minister's residence in the middle of the night by breaking a window of a side door, and had been discovered outside the bedroom by the Prime Minister's wife who had heard sounds, a panicked call to security had resulted in the RCMP arriving some ten minutes later, and many questions raised as to what the heck was constituting Prime Minister protection and security these days, in view of the fact that the intruder had a jackknife and was intent indeed on finding the Prime Minister for an intense conversation that had no words. So here is this man in my livingroom, a robust laughing fellow in his 60's, so well preserved that if he darkened his white fringe with Grecian Formula hair color for men, he could easily pass for a guy in his 40's. (I am using the Grecian Formula in liquid version which goes on like a hair tonic, and have been told just the change in hair color from light grey to dark sandy shades makes me look 15 years younger, except for the pure white eyebrows, a giveaway of my real age). The fellow was a Virus ALERT customer, and had arrived with the disks of two former versions, wondering if there was a new update. There was: our brand new version released just recently in October known as Virus ALERT 4.10. The fellow had last been by a year ago, at a time when I had had the dining room, which houses this computer and the whole of my work station, festooned and ornimented with sonic tuning devices and disrupters, playing with an old stereo outfit my interested neighboor had delivered in the hands of his son as a gift, having heard of my sound experiments. As described near the end of UPDATE.3, I had put this gift to immediate use experimenting with flow tubes, and the like. It was at the height of these experiments from a year ago that the fellow had last been to this house, and the experiments he had not forgotten, in particular since his son, a university student, is a stereo and sound system 'buff' quote, who currently has five loudspeakers and some rather expensive hardware filling his dad's house not too far from here in Orleans. The problem was that I did not know who this fellow was when I first recognized him walking eagerly up the driveway as I stood outside nearly naked in the wet snow after depositing the banana peel in the composter at the side of the house. Another fellow of similar age and appearance is a high ranking member of a unique department at the University of Ottawa that teaches new judges how to be judges, and at first I thought it was him, but raised a question not until after doing the demo when his jaw dropped in the living room. Then, delicately, I got around to asking him, do you work at the University of Ottawa. No was his immediate reply, I am a retired RCMP officer. Oh HO said I, boy oh boy the RCMP is sure getting some black eyes, these days. Oh oh oh, says he, covering his head with both arms, ducking and laughing, but then, he goes on to say, that upon retiring he was in command of the entire Prime Minister's security detail and in those days when he was in charge the advent of a stranger stalking the Prime Minister in his own home in the middle of the night simply could not have happened. How things have changed, in just a few short years. This elbow to elbow rub and shove with jokes and wisecracks in my living room took place yesterday afternoon right in the middle of my living room, right in the middle of a Canadian wide what? WhAT? WHAT? about the assasination attempt on the country's current Prime Minister. Me, joking and rib rubbing with the very fellow formerly in charge of the whole security detail. Following two days after the abrupt demise of Isreal's world famous Prime Minister at the hands of a proudly boasting assassin. On the other hand, I DO HAVE A CREDIBLE witness to my sound experiments, that can now generate fully fidelic, fully stereophonic sound, from a 100% MONO sound source. To finish off the demo yesterday, I put on a tape named 'GOLDEN WESTERN MOVIE THEMES' a pirate factory tape of original sound tracks including 'A Fist Full Of Dollars' and 'The Magnificent 7', listening to the mighty tympanis' kabloom and kablam and echo mightily though my house, one speaker lead coming from the Fisher Getto Blaster model 8400 consul, cranked at full volume, to a large Realistic studio monitor enclosure, stripped bare of fiber glass stuffing, its 10 inch woofer hanging out propped at a 15 degree angle by a long thin nail, a pair of leads coming out of one of the three empty portholes where the 3 midrange tweeters used to be, the leads clipped to a pair of allegator leads clipped to an 8 inch oval speaker pulled from the trunk of my car outside, the oval speaker on the floor facing upright and tilted at a 30 degree angle by a large plumber's hexagon nut propped under its electromagnet, the loudspeaker shell itself titled at an upward angle propped on two hexagon shaped glass vinegar jars, one quarter of the living room covered with an array of slinkies stretched along 6 foot wooden rods held up in the air by metal tripods, the 'clothes line' flow tube consisting of five paper geometric cutouts hung in a row and tucked into the slinky array, hand make plastic sonic devices set seeming at random on a table in the back corner of the living room, a pendulum festooned with two geometric cutouts swinging in the doorway to the kitchen, 7 foot rods with hexagon slinkies stretched their length top to bottom standing up snugged against walls in key locations, no wonder the fellow's jaw dropped and he barked in astonishement when he opened his eyes, in the living room. Yes, like I say, I have a credible witness, who better than the former national chief cop in charge of the entire security for the Prime Minister of Canada. Credible indeed. He suggested the obvious, that I contact audio specialists at a university or somewhere at once and announce the news but recognized at once that if I tried, the word 'psychotic' would surely be flashed in my face before I ever got such a specialist out to Orleans in my home to hear a demo. Getting a specialist out here will have to come from someone else, someone enthusiastic enough to withstand flack and discreditation to convince a specialist to come out. The problem is exactly the same as if someone saw a UFO. Who is going to believe hearsay, expecially if professional expertise and ability is in question. The dogma that stereo needs two channels and speakers to reproduce stereo is nonsence. But, can you convince a university professor otherwise? Expecially if the professor chooses to discredit and slander in nasty ways refusing to even listen. Self proclaimed specialists who run stereo stores selling very expensive stuff, even worse. I will wait. I have all the patience in the world. Note ... in rereading the above writing I noticed an oversight: that being; that the original intent of this experiment in the first place had been to test the two reostat knobs for HIGH and BASS on the back of the loudspeaker, and yes, they had slight effect, the BASS is at full, and the HIGH is turned off at about 20 percent from maximum. At this gain, two different sounds subtely converged and a much greater authentic sonic fidelic and stereo resonance entered the sound stream. All of the toggles on the Getto Blaster consul are at maximum, except for the LEFT-RIGHT toggle, it is at hard LEFT but made no difference and all of the bells and whistles of the consul are also on, including bass enhancement, surround sound, etc. But, do not forget, not for an instance, that the entire resulting output from the consul streams to the loudspeaker by a single thin speaker lead, ripped from one of the junk small speaker boxes turfed from the garage and dumped in garbage containers at the mall. These leads are the tiniest thinest grade of speaker leads used in the industry. No faking it with gold coated cables, in this experiment. The cheapest thinnest speaker leads in common use are attaching the speaker, (sound generating source), to the consul, the energy Source. Now also do not forget that the sound was wide spread Left to Right, as well as deep into depth far into the sonically visible distances beyond the ranges of the corner's walls, everywhere in sight hand made 6 and 12 sided geometry devices each designed to break up standing waves into sonic fractal patterns conducive to inherent 6 and 12 sided star and cube geometry refraction and reflection patterns, kicked into higher fidelic levels by 5 sided star and polygon geometry shaped devices at very long distance on the stairs to the 2nd floor far away around the corner and up the hall. Five years of painstaking slow experiments to reach this point, 100% stereo from 100% Mono sound sources, both in device: a single speaker lead, a single channel: and in the case of Glenn Miller and Benny Goodman, original orchestras recorded on one track wire tapes back in the latter 30's and early 40's. Alas. And then, last evening, my brother happened to lean against the loudspeaker enclosure and WHAM it toppled backwards to the floor the 8 inch oval speaker on the floor leaping through the air landing randomly with its allegator clips pulled loose. Then an hour later, his knee happened to bump against the end of one of the Hexagon slinky rods forming the star array raised above the living room floor and SPANG the end of the stretched plastic hexagon sprang free, snuffing up along the rod, He reached forth to try and fix it and the metal wire tripod holding the rod almost toppled, if it had, it would have taken out at least one if not both of the rods in the rest of the array. At that instant, he became aware, for the first time, of just how fragile, just how close to chaos, this entire experiment is. The little brown dog named Quasar then accidently clipped a pulsed clock tripod sitting on the floor at the end of the main rod of raised hexagon array sending it scattering off its folded and glued six sided art paper support stand. I set the pulsed tripod back upright on the floor and left it be, ignoring its support stand. An hour later the little brown dog named Quasar, after coming to me in the hard to sit in office easy chair then over to the pulsed battery operated clock motor, without success, without me getting the message, finally walked over to the pulsed clock, gave it a quick swipe with a paw, the clock moved several inches and landed upright, and instantly the sound from the TV improved. And the little brown dog named Quasar walked away to lay down. You have to admire a dog who does it right. Minor re-edits June 14/95. - Finis - OOPS A POSTSCRIPT ---------------------------------------------------------------- Nov. 12, 1995, 6:50 PM. Saturday afternoon. I forgot to mention something in the above description involving the credible witness. How it happened that the 8 by 5 inch oval woofer got into the experiment had a step along the way that was very revealing. It happened that I was at the point where only one of the mid range tweeters was still dangling from its thin leads out its open port of the Realitic studio monitor, now thoroughly pillaged in terms of all of its stuffing taken out, the 10 inch woofer now hanging out with only two of its 4 screws back in the top two holes, screwed in just enough to hold the woofer and not bound down one turn more. Time wasted trying to tune out shrill, fracturing, crackling, and piss in the high end had led to nothing except a small marginal improvement made when carefully splaying apart the two leads for the tweeter as far apart as they would go, snaking over the lip of the tweeter's opening into the wooden box. This tweeter had the longest leads of the three original mid rangers, long enough to let the tweeter dangle below the bottom of the enclosure in the open air. At this point the tweeter dangled below the enclosure, with its upper rim just in contact with the bottom of the enclosure, but even so, tests twist turning the tweeter one way or another dangling in the air led to nothing. So up the stairs it was, to arrive back with the 8 by 5 inch chincy oval woofer in hand. (Its the same chincy oval woofer described at length when an initial seige of open air resonance experiments were done in an upstairs room three years earlier). When kneeling down in front of the enclosure, and moving the oval woofer toward the dangling tweeter intending to transfer the speaker lead clips from tweeter to oval, the magnet of the tweeter sucked the rim of the oval straight to it in a kiss of metal. Instantly! the whole sound stream improved! Ahah, thought I. Soooooooo. This is something N E W ! Back to magnetic kiss between speakers, are we. But no, that wasn't the answer. Surely I had to try the oval woofer on its own, and the moment I did, it was self evident that the oval woofer on its own was transponding into the winds of the sound stream far more fidelically than was the magnetically kissing pair. In fact, the oval woofer arrived over a foot out on the floor, laying face up, in hardly any time at all, after the magnetic kiss was dissolved. The magnetic kiss had only worked when the original mid range tweeter was still in the system, but, even so, did not work hardly at all, compared to the open air resonances when the original heavy small mid range tweeter was taken out of the system altogether. End of postscript. Nov. 15, 1995, 1:50 PM, Wednesday afteroon. P.s. The fellow had started raving about my 'new stereo system' the moment he stepped in the front door, and continued to 'rave' all the way down the hall into the living room. He was being motivated by the rebounding echoing sounds that filled the air pure and clear at nice loud volume. We had to raise our voices to speak, even at the front door, out on the portch at the front of the house, the whole stereo system was working that well, outside the house, from the 100 percent STEREO, from a completely mono sound source inside the living room at the other end of the house. I forgot to mention that in this demo of Nov. 7th, the guy had done everything right, had stepped on up the hall, eyes tightly closed, me guiding him past the trays of semi-sorted computer disks laying in file cabinate card drawers along the floor of the hall then I carefully stepped him around the corner into the living room, eyes still tightly closed, and came to a stop at a spot I suggested, and there he stood for several minutes head up craned into the sound stream of the mighty stereo image head sweeping to left, right, left, literally looking around the air, and when I finally said: 'ok, open your eyes': whereupon he did, looked ahead, an instant later looked down, and hunched saying "HUH" like a shock wave had struck from within, and his jaw dropped to comprise the jaw dropping demo. What was most in effect is that both his feet stood not more than a foot away from the wood loudspeaker of mahogany laid on its side on the floor and propped up, at a 15 degree angle on a small tomato carton below, the fact of the loudspeaker being quite literally underfoot, and not in a tower of power of speakers far by the back wall, hit his brain pan with a smash of intense impact. There were no other loudspeakers, just the one! The fact of just one box was totally unsuspected, plus the array of stretched slinkies raised 15 1/4 inches in a layer above the living room floor, this was the second thing his eyes glombed onto instants later. The fellow gave the demo a thorough lookover, at one point leaned right over the loudspeaker peering in through the former midrange tweeter ports to totally scour the inners of the loudspeaker box to confirm indeed that not a single piece of stuffing remained: the shell was empty, and that the only electronics came from the original gizmos used to cross circuit between the 10 inch woofer and former mid range tweeters, all of the leads attached to the two HIGH and LOW reostats at the back of the wooden box. Nothing inside had been tampered by me. No other circuits existed. In other words, it could only be a 100% true Mono sound source, in which the 'entire' embodiment was almost entirely pure open air resonances. This, he accepted without question. In putting the ear close to any one of the two speaker cones, hardly a thing could be heard except weak high pitched poks and faint pissing noises coming from the cones. Like I say, THIS demo was a true success. The moment you stepped back, ZOOM, there in the air was a mighty sound radiating out and back and gelling into a real fidelic display of live sound, which pulsated, hung, breathed in the air, ALL of the echoes, high and low, lasting until the very end of their time. By the time the DEMO was finished however, chance disturbances in the environment as we moved around and touched things, was causing some of the high end fidelity to deteriorate. Distortions had started creeping around the sound stream, particularly after the fellow had leaned over onto the loudspeaker box, to study its insides thoroughly for a couple of minutes, moving it slightly out of its extreme hot spot resonance vibrations supported on top of the tomato carton by two six sided ornate jars. Point source instruments were everywhere, stereophonically wide spread left to right, and deep into the depths of the music image even after the deterioration of the high end fidelity had started to spoil the purest tones the problem easily cured in just a few minutes of special room tuning by me to coax the sound stream back to its mighties after the fellow called it quits and departed. One other feature of the sound not yet mentioned, is that the Glen Miller pirate factory tape had some cuts which were lifted from 78 RPM recordings. In 'normal' circumstances, the pops, crackles, and hiss from the needle noise in the playing of the 78 RPM recordings polluting the sound of each such recording. In the experimental DEMO which took place above, these 78 RMP recording 'noises' were barely audible. They were still there but now are lost almost, in the midst of a gigantic stereophonic balloon. Out of the mighty stereo could be heard very faint pops and crackles, if you listened very closely for them. In effect, the fact of the 78 RPM record source was no longer self evident. The experiment had successfully over come flaws picked up along the way in the information that constituted the record's reproduced sound, the result sound in the experiment almost completely overcame the flaws of the steel needle, via rejuvination of original frequencies to such an extent that original frequencies rose to become main dominant again in the sound stream. One last remark is that pistons of both speakers did not move in the state of impact vibrations. When sound was at its best, not so much as a blurr or tiniest of vibrations could be seen effecting either cones, even though both cones were proven to be moving powerfully when touched with a finger tip and a loud whapp plus tingle shock in the fingertip occurred the instant a cone was touched. The 8 inch oval woofer's cone could be seen to have piston action when the speaker was moved slowly around in the air when held in the hand, but the moment the best sound was found in the way it was set on the plumber's hexagon nut used as a support base, all piston throw, and vibes, vanished from view. The large and heavy 10 inch woofer sitting stuck out at roughly 30 degrees from the vertical was as still as if it was not working, as there were no tell tale vibes at all effecting its big cone. Tiny bits of dust sparkled in the air when dropped on the ten inch cone, with that you could tell the cone actually moved, otherwise, it was immobile to the naked eye. It too was locked solidly in impact vibrations as it pumped to keep rejuvinating the fundamental six sided geometry images (as if giant snowflakes) that comprise all of multi-harmonic sounds, in recurrent patterns effecting the smallest to largest matters in the entire environment being excited to produce resulting sonic energies (sound), all medias, solid, liquid, gas, even atomic lattices, nuclear perhaps also, all gelled in a delicate balance at the very edge of chaos, to manifest the final resulting sound stream. Just touch something a touch so small you cannot see it move, and something can vanish from the sound, the experimental is so close to the edge of chaos. Move something in the kitchen and suddenly the whole sound snuffs up into a chaos of distortions, and as described off and on, all the way decayed into nothing but a TURBO ROAR so strong it can launch a plastic loudspeaker box set on a pedestal right off a table, sailing through the air. Now, THESE, are very different sound principles than accoustics standardly manhandled in speaker company labs and taught at universities. Not a single thought in the orthodoxy knows all sound is in fractal six sided geometries interlinking, interesonant, at all levels of matter, including sub atomic to Cosmic, with 5 sided geometries conducing more detail in the high fidelities but only when at long distances from the sound source and precisely focused in hot spots, otherwise, 5 siders spoil. These remarks summarize in brief the enormous amount of information the tests and experiments done at home with the cheapest of supplies and hardwares have yielded in the 5 year period ending June 14, 1996. One yield which keeps coming back to mind is in making a sonic projection from the far back corner of the dining room of a low rental condo, fading out in the condo and up a narrow hall to have clear sound suddenly recurr as a projection in the small main floor washroom. Another was in using a tiny Sony wafer tweeter two inches across and pillaged from a Walkman, as the only sound source that fooled a guru who kept hearing the stereo sound image change position as he walked around a large room, the same wafer tweeter used in conjunction with 8 inch woofers dangling from elastic bands in open air to kick the sound from an old Mono TV right out the patio door and across the park 120 feet away, still clearly audible with only a partial drop in volume near the far side of the park, with the TV inside at normal listening volume. Everyone of these tests and experiments has been carefully documented. It is assumed that they can be recreated in one form or another, or better yet, new devices and tests designed to get around the problem that as more and more sonics and stereo clarities developed from 100% MONO sound sources, the more and more the tests became subject to collapses in chaos, in fact, disturbances in an enviroment of less than a 64th of an inch could take out completely the whole of the bass range and it could take hours to get the bass back, only to loose it again by minimum disturbances caused by normal household living. At the point where the experiments ended, for the 1st time stable control had been achieved using stretched plastic hexagonal slinkies arrayed in a six sided star pattern raised above the living room floor. It opened the door for further new insights which have yet to be tested, and won't be until funds allow sufficient space and a better quality in hi fi hardware. To repeat one more time, the experiments will be deemed a success when original Mono recordings of your original Glen Miller can be used to recreate the orchestra as if performing LIVE in front of you, so real you would be in the very position in front of the band that the mikes had, or Glen Miller had when recorded live. I have heard a breathing by the band and its hanging pulsations Miller used as a major orchestrating technique such second-level major effects simply not heard on the Glen Miller recordings even digitally enhanced. The scope of that side of Miller's techniques did not survive his demise because he used to set up the orchestra to achieve it, a slightly different order in the way the orchestra was set up in every different environment. Only someone who knew to listen keenly for that extra enhancement in the orchestra would know how to sit the band. When no one knew except the original seeker (Miller) the extra effect would be simply vanished from the band and no one would quite know where it went or even quite what went missing, except something was not there. But it is there, it survives in the multitudinal tiny waves that activate cross harmonically between longtitudinal sound waves when the music is being reproduced by a fractal sound system and is particularly noticable (at this point) when the entirety of the sound recording and sound generating sources are working in wide open air embidoments (no half waves whatsoever) in 100% MONO. Think of the cross harmonics as being analogous to interlinking sideways between parallel lines of force in a bar magnet, in fact, electricity flows at right angles across the lines of force, well, your stereo and high fidelic information is ALL in that region of your sound stream irregardless if the sound source is Mono. All sounds and echoes heard by a mike, are right there in those tiny high frequency cross harmonics. So, new news everyone, to use to get rid of rancid modern screetches that pass for sound these days. - Finis - An append has been inserted as the above long passage on October 13, 1996. Now, back to the original. LONG DISTANCE POSTSCRIPT. June 14, 1996, 4:45 PM. Friday afternoon. I have not looked at this file since last November and had a slight surprise when coming to the end of Update.4; it came to an end abruptly. I had thought that something else had been briefly added explaining how the experiments had come to an end, but there was no postscript at the end of Update.4. Over the months the idea to write had become a memory of something written. Such was not. How the experiment came to an end a few days after the jaw dropping demo is the left hand channel of the Fisher 8400 Getto Blaster blew, leaving me with nothing more to work with. The right hand channel had been blown long before. Further, the right hand tape deck had long since given up its ghost and the left hand tape deck, of poorer quality, had become the source for tests. And then in the afternoon a fade, the sound quietly faded away till there was nothing not even faint hiss or piss. Thus retired the left hand channel. There was still some activity coming through with the balance set midway but it was about half the volume that either channel (right or left), had originally had, and hardly any volume in the bass, when set midway. So, I just dissolved the whole thing, put parts and the oval speaker in a box, moved the Radio Shack studio monitor into storage tucked under the table, and left everything else as is for the TV. I did no other tests of any kind from early November to the end of March when the whole of the settup in the house was dissolved and packed away in labelled boxes for a move to the south part of town only seven minutes by car from the computer anti-virus company's head office. The landlord wanted to sell the original house on the open market by the 1st of April, which is why the move. The new house in south Ottawa is not big enough to do a similar round. The basement is big enough for a new experiment when the time comes, this is to try Glenn Millar Mono with two large sized enclosures and good quality electronics, a decent stereo set. The object will be to see how much fidelity a big system can reproduce using room tuning sonics as the sole modifyer of the resulting sound stream. I never did get around to finding a way of constantly tweaking the ends of the slinkies, and someday still have to test how to best spin giant snowflakes slowly in the air. The basement in this 40 year old red brick large one story house is mostly a naked concrete shell, it will have to be painted. I propose the naked concrete floor will be covered in a rich yellow to pep up the flow of creative juices. End of message. Greydon Moore. Ottawa, Canada. June 14, 1996. In Divine Order. Peace Joy and Happiness. - Finis - THE 'FARSTAR' INTERNET SITE www.accura-av.com/farstar.html