Until time stops, we mark the days, dividing up our awareness with these discrete blocks of moments passing. No matter the crazed winds blowing through our collective existences, this particular day has arrived.

On June 24, 1901, Harry Partch was born in Oakland, CA. Today he would be 119 years old.

Some years it has been easier to tie this into a small portion of information. At the best of times there are important happenings to report, ongoing activities, or major announcements. None of that is transpiring, and I’m left to just wonder what Harry would think of all the madness of the moment. Like many of us, he would be stunned that so many of these discordant events are occurring synchronously, allowing no respite from the crazy. There is no doubt he would be upset and angered by many of the injuries and injustices being inflicted on so many, especially here in the United States.

But he isn’t here, and this is all wondering and projection, so we’ll just pause for a moment and wish him well on his birthday.

Actually, there is something to tell you about. I had somewhat hoped to have a new piece online today, but things got in the way and rather than rush it and not do it properly, I’ll have it up by the weekend. For now, I’ll leave you with an audio teaser and, as a bonus, we’ll hear a little of Partch himself. Check back in a few days for a journey.