splat splat / by LD

Photo by Adam Sjoberg, on a recent trip to Oregon during a gathering storm.

A storm has rolled through Long Beach this week, bringing with it the type of weather typical of other far soggier locales (Oregon, anyone?). The rain has been steady and ongoing, a novel departure from California's usual habits of meteorological passive aggressiveness.  On my way home from work today I listened to parts of Ferndorf, German composer and pianist Volker Bertelmann's recent release. Bertelmann, who records under the moniker Hauschka, uses found objects and other modifications to shift his sound into something far warmer and enigmatic than some of his Reich-ian influencers. His pieces were the perfect backdrop to my drive home, so I took a few minutes and enjoyed the music and the rain falling around me.

It's funny; I'm from Oregon originally so months and months of endless rain is nothing new to me. In fact, it's so much a part of my fiber that, even though I'm loathe to admit enjoying the rain on occasion, there's a very deep part of me that connects with a good winter storm. Sure, in most cases, my inherent laziness and hedonistic tendencies win out and I prefer weather as effortlessly optimum as what Southern California offers on a regular basis. But there are times when I want nothing more than to kick off whatever perilously vertiginous heels I've tottered around in that day and bound facefirst into the wind. If you're lucky, you might get to run with me sometime.  

The video I took is a meditation on atmospheric processes and manmade compositions - the rhythms of which coalesce beautifully if you take the time to notice.