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It's amazing the things you find on the street in New York and I'll admit whenever I pass by a particularly appealing pile of discarded junk I can't help but at least cast a cursory glance to determine whether a guitar neck or a keyboard is included in there somewhere.

I didn't have to go far from home, in fact about half a block down Kingsland Ave., to encounter a bonanza of unwanted ephemera. I distinctly remember a complete vintage bar glass set, an oversize robotic doll still in its box (one leg worked the other didn't), and, my find of the day, an Emenee organ. It was similar to one I'd had as a kid but for some reason the Bakelite was molded into the shape of a church's pipe organ only in laughable miniature. It powered up when I plugged it in but wheezed like an asthmatic and didn't smell very good either. I made sure not to play standing directly over it. Most of the keys worked but when writing a song for it I had to make sure not to include any notes that my sad little organ couldn't articulate.

 

 

 

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Since the noise from the organ was considerable I made the practical choice to pair it with something equally dirty that would drown out any background noise and I had just the thing. The Optigan was Mattel's home keyboard of the early 70's. A position that would later be usurped by Casio ten years later. Only the Optigan's backing tracks weren't digital bleeps and blurts they were recordings of live musicians. Unfortunately, though, the loops weren't seamless and the optical discs that they were stored on eventually scratched much like vinyl records. The result is something that 30 years later sounds less like a drummer and more like a factory assembly line. And in this case what I found was not an actual Optigan (I've still never seen one in person) but a digital file somewhere on the vastness of the internet.

Add to this a little guitar, bass, someone who answered an ad for a saxophonist, lovely female vocals and the result isn't too shabby. I like to think of this song as a celebration of found sound – physical or digital. It's amazing what you can find when you're looking.

Illustration: Adam Johns