In the Pursuit of Pretty Shoes

INSTRUMENTS
Here it is, the first instrument to be finished (well as near as damn it),
#5 - The Texture Harp. (Tim)

Texture Harp
post by Meghann Welsh

I've discovered it's hard to describe the sounds of textures. "Talking about music is like dancing about architecture" as they say. So, I've used the generic "white noise", although technically incorrect, as my base sound descriptor, and applied modifiers to that. Let me know if you can hear the textures or describe the textures differently!

Currently, the strings have four different textures:

Waxed: Twine coated with bee's wax. Sound when rubbed is a sticky-smooth "white noise", or a squeal and squawk when more pressure is applied.
Grit: Twine coated with wood glue and sawdust. Sound when rubbed is a rough "white noise".
Fiber: Unaltered twine. Sound when rubbed is a soft-smooth "white noise".
Metal: Unaltered metal twine. Sound when rubbed is a hard-smooth "white noise", or a zipper-like noise if fingernails are used.

The strings hang from a frame that I made out of 1/2" EMT. Wye (Y) fittings at the top allow for the frame to be expanded to make room for more strings. The threaded pipe allows for the frame to be broken down and reconstructed pretty easily. I may still add a soundboard, but cans at the end of each string, acting as resonance chambers, are doing a pretty good job. Experimentation with piezo mics in process...

In addition to being rubbed, each string can be plucked.
In both rubbing and plucking techniques, the pitch of each string can be altered by changing the tension of the string (by applying pressure to the can).

Hopefully you can get an idea of the various sound possibilities with this late night demonstration:

CHARCOT MARIE TOOTH
I met Jessica through her blog and have very much enjoyed her writing, so I'm very happy that she has offered to contribute to this project! Our 1st New Yorker (though originally from California...) highlights the common fact that most people with CMT are not diagnosed for a long time, because even the medical world is not very clued in to this syndrome. (Tim)

My Story
post by Jessica Wells, a.k.a. Miss Pretty Shoes

Originally a So-Cal girl, I quit everything I knew in the Spring of 2008 to come to the Big Apple to chase my dreams! After a year of "pounding the pavement" of The City That Never Sleeps, I started experiencing unshakable pain and swelling in my left foot and ankle. I tried for 6 months to identify the cause of the pain, visiting podiatrists, chiropractors, orthopedic surgeons, and neurologists along the way--all to no avail! Finally, after a visit to an unrelenting and dedicated sports medicine doctor, we discovered a multitude of issues, including a torn peroneal ligament, severe arthritis, and a bone bruise.

After failed attempts at using natural healing methods like physical therapy and reduced strenuous activity, I was referred to a surgeon for a consultation. Immediately upon taking one look at my feet, he diagnosed me with Charcot Marie Tooth Syndrome, a progressively degenerative neuro-muscular disorder. Through my own extensive research, I learned I had most of the classic symptoms of CMT, though no other physician had ever taken notice to them (including an inexplicable propensity for broken bones, sprains, and other joint injuries; painful arches; an overwhelming dislike for running; a lifelong remorse for never fulfilling my potential as a professional ballerina; and a general sense of crabbiness without at least 8 hours of sleep every night).

Over the next few months, my surgeon (a.k.a. the mad scientist) and I formulated a treatment plan centered around progressive surgeries to strengthen my ankles, re-construct my feet, and to hopefully reverse the progression of this rare disease, beginning with the left foot first. And, in the midst of these physical challenges, I have also been forced to come to grips emotionally and mentally with the new found diagnosis of this debilitating, lifelong disease.

I am determined to overcome the challenges of CMT, all with the hope of someday again finding and putting on that perfect pair of pretty shoes . . .