Re : microtonal hardware

(From: John Starrett <jstarret@math.cudenver.edu>)

> With the new list home and the new list members, it may be a good
> time to ask again, what microtonal instruments do you play and/or own?

A classical guitar by Walter Vogt (1979) equiped with moveable frets by
Walter Vogt.

A classical guitar by Nico van der Waals (1987), equiped with Vogt's
moveable fretsystem by Antoine Pappalardo.

Access to: One of Carrillo's 96TET harps and an Emberger mandolin, equiped
with, again, Vogt's moveable fretsystem.

A classical guitar by Kohno (1975), fretted for 24TET by Antoine Pappalardo.

An indian sitar.

My mother's egg slicer. That's how it all started!

Wim Hoogewerf.

In a message dated 12/05/1999 12:22:45 AM,
>From: "Wim Hoogewerf" <wim.hoogewerf@fnac.net>
<<snip>>
>
>My mother's egg slicer. That's how it all started!
>
>Wim Hoogewerf.

wOw... an egg slicer got you onto music/microtonality???
I have very early memories of a musical mobile when I was
a wee lil tyke in London... only bit of colour (both visual &
sonic) that I remember - other than red firetruck - from
pre-cleaned-up London (which was grey from all the pollution).

zHANg

Wim Hoogewerf wrote:

> My mother's egg slicer. That's how it all started!

You told me a bit about the sitar af AFMM last spring.
Care to tell us a bit about the egg slicer?

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David Beardsley wrote:

> You told me a bit about the sitar af AFMM last spring.
> Care to tell us a bit about the egg slicer?

Nothing serious. A simple childhood object on which I found a sort of
tactile satisfaction before I discovered the guitar. A small frame in which
a steel string (like an Ernie Ball 010) went five times up and down to slice
an egg into six parts. I held it to my ear and plucked or strummed the
strings, squeezing it a little so pitches changed in a funny way. The word
music didn't even come up to my mind, but the fact I spend so much time on
it certainly was a very strong
signal. I ignored it than, but now, looking back, I'm sure these sounds
found their place somewhere under my skull. We had a piano in our
surroundings, but I hardly touched it. The egg slicer was my favourite.
Listening to Harry Partch's Plectra & Percussion Dances, which I heard this
year for the first time, I had a undeniable feeling of deja-entendu. La
*Madeleine de Proust* IYNWIM.