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Category: Thoughts, essays, & musings

A LETTER TO WELLS FARGO BANK [June, ’18]

This was written in June of 2018

I don’t know if I’m just getting grumpy in my old age, or if I just am tired of all the lies that I soak and marinate in every day via all the media. Oh, you know: 

I’m your friend; I’m here to help you. You just have to . . . 
    buy me; 
      eat me; 
         drink me; 
           smoke me; 
             admire me;
               be happy with me;
                 have faith in me; 
                   be beautiful with/for me; 
                     fuck me; 
                      own me; 
                        trust me;
                         use me;
                          wear me; 
                           be loyal to me; 
                             send me a check;
                               have a nicer car; 
                                vote for me;
                                 keep up with me;
                                   be more with it; 
                                   etc. etc. etc.
                                    etc. etc.
                                    etc.
                                    etc.
                                    etc.
                                    etc.
                                    etc.
                                    etc.

Anyway, I went to my bank two weeks ago, to make a bank wire transfer.  As it happened, I was directed to a newbie bank officer with whom to do the necessary paperwork.  Being a newbie, he was accompanied by a (female) supervisor who helped him through the various steps.  I’d never met either of them before, and between the three of us we did this task in about 20 minutes.  The next day I got a follow-up email telling me the status of the wire transfer.  The email said:

“Good Afternoon Ervin,

I just wanted to follow up with you in regards to the wire we processed yesterday at the banking center. As we discussed it will be going out Monday due to it being late in the afternoon. And I wanted also to thank you for your continued business with us.  Your relationship is important to me and I appreciated having the opportunity to assist you. My goal is to help you succeed financially and to provide you with an exceptional level of service, while ensuring your service requests are met. 

If you have questions, or would like assistance or information please call me using the information below.  

Thank you. We appreciate your business.

(The guy’s name appeared here, without a “yours”, “sincerely”, or other sign-off word or phrase)

I sent him the following response:

Hi, Mr. ________;

Thank you for getting back to me, and I appreciate your help in the matter of the international wire transfer.

 You emailed me the standard politenesses about appreciating my business and eagerness to assist me. It’s nice of you to say things like that; but if you’ll forgive me, that is not my experience of Wells Fargo bank. I’ll tell you up front that this is not your fault; it’s just that banking at Wells Fargo is unpleasant for me. 

 Over the years I have seen Wells Far-to-go turn from a reasonably friendly bank full of people whom I’d see every time I went there into a building that is perpetually full of strangers.  I’ve seen tellers, officials, loan officers, managers, personal bankers, credit card staffers, portfolio advisors, etc. come and go countless times. The parking lot attendants have longer tenure.  There’s only one person left that I recognize from long ago: ______; and she’ll be retiring soon.   _____ has been around for a while, and so has that very nice ______ (?) fellow whom I sometimes bring a coffee for.  But everyone else is a stranger to me.  

I met you and Ms. _____ for the first time only last week, over the matter of the bank wire transfer.  You greeted me when I walked through the door.  In the past three months I’ve been greeted at the door by three other people whom I’d never seen before and have not seen again.  As things are going, both you and Ms. _____ will both soon leave and I’ll never see either of you again.  The very nice connection I made with her will disappear forever.  Wells Fargo is not really there to help me, I’m afraid.  If it were, there would be familiar faces for me to feel comfortable with, and to have built up some familiarity with and create some sense of community.  Frankly, I have a more personal relationship with my grocery store checkout person, whom I at least see most times I go there.  But this is not your fault. 

A bit of history: I’ve banked at that branch of Wells Fargo since before you were born.  As I said, you and met for the first time only last week.  I am twice your age and I come from a different generation and culture than you do.  It would be polite for someone in your position to address me as Mr. Somogyi.  You have, as far as I’m concerned, no license to do differently.  

It’s a bit awkward to point this out but, while it is common in this culture to casually call people by their first names, ours is a professional/commercial relationship in which we are not friends or equals.  You don’t know me; I don’t know you; and you are paid to deal with me.  As a matter of fact, Wells Fargo makes the money with which it pays you directly off my patronage, and that of others like me.  I’m fairly responsible about things like how people address one another; I was brought up to call my elders Mr. or Mrs., or even Ms.  You may not have noticed that I am at least three times your age.

Please forgive me for this longish letter; you’ve done almost nothing to deserve it.  You are not responsible for the bulk of my frustrations.  I’m sure you have your own troubles.  But you should have some idea about manners.

Years ago my bank branch was full of visible and audible activity.  Now, when I walk in it’s almost deserted.  There are two (or occasionally three) tellers at ten teller’s windows.  The other seven or eight windows look like cemeteries waiting for a visitor.  That’s probably because everyone is doing electronic banking.  But I’m old-fashioned and I go to the bank.  And these days that feels sort of like sitting next to the girl no one wants to dance with; the effect on me is somewhere between disconcerting and creepy.

Mostly, however, it’s not that the bank is inefficient or thoughtless or greedy; your employer is a criminal.  You work for a criminal organization.  Wells Far-to-go claims to be benevolent and civically responsible, but it famously opened MILLIONS of unauthorized accounts for its customers without their knowing about it.  It didn’t really have to do that, you know; but it did because it could.  It refunded the money, of course (or claimed it did); but it did so unwillingly and under threat once the secret was out.

My honest opinion is that Wells Fargo’s board of vastly overpaid directors should rot in a Nicaraguan prison.  A few people did lose their jobs over that act of out-and-out piracy, but not much more than that happened.  Wells Far-to-go participated in the financial debacle of circa 2008; it also has financed and continues to finance all kinds of corporate projects that devastate the environment and is PRIMARILY focused on making money for its already moneyed customers. Its mortgage track record ranges from unsatisfactory to horrible; I know that from experience and from others who have spoken with me.  I also have a friend who is a financial attorney, who has spoken with me about having had way too much experience with how utterly shabby, shady, and corrupt Wells Far-to-go’s behaviors and policies on the whole have been.  

I’m embarrassed to be one of Wells Fargo’s customers.  Not that most of the other big banks are any different.  But I don’t know of any more benign bank to put my money into. 

You are a youngish man trying to make his way through life and who has found a career with this institution.  And you are simply doing your job. I mean you no ill or disrespect whatsoever.  As far as I know, you are not dishonest and you are not in a position to engage in malfeasance.  You should, though, observe the niceties of acknowledging your elders with some politeness; and in your job most of the elders you meet are not your friends; you’re engaging in monetary transactions.  I’ve met people at that bank over the years that I’ve honestly liked.  However, I’m unable to like Wells Fargo itself. 

Once, a long time ago, the bank had mounted a promotional campaign that advertised business loans to small and struggling community businesses. Being young, and starting a struggling small business, I applied for such a loan.  The bank official I spoke with seemed to be kindly disposed toward the young and naive young person I was at the time, and told me straight out that despite what they say in their advertising the bank has little to no interest in that kind of activity, and wouldn’t loan me anything.  Those weren’t his precise words but that was EXACTLY what he said to me.  Ditto with my mortgage some years later: Wells Far-to-go said yes almost right off the bat, of course; and then it said no.  In the world of sales, this is called bait-and-switch.

Today, a bank wire transfer should go through to any place in the world in microseconds.  I’d give the paperwork, etc., 24 hours, max.  As it is, I was told that it may take five to ten business days . . . during which, in addition to the fee that I was charged, Wells Fargo gets to use my money gratis for that length of time.  As far as service goes, whom exactly is that a service to?  Well, it is business as usual, is it not?

I may or may not see you next time I go to the bank.  If I do, I’ll offer to bring you a cup of coffee.  Ditto Ms. ________.  Nothing of what I’ve been writing is your or her fault . . . although, as I intimated above, I’ve been subject to the bank’s various business practices for as long as you’ve been on this planet (and I think Ms. ________’s lifetime too).  Finally, Wells Fargo has made money off me every month and every year of that time.  Coffee-wise, I usually go to the place up the block; they have decent coffee.

Respectfully (toward you, not the bank), Ervin Somogyi

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Internet Lutherie Discussion Forums

November 12, 2018

 

Someone asked about why I don’t post photos of current builds, comments, updates, etc. on the lutherie discussion forums.  Well, there are several reasons.  Mostly, I just don’t have the time.

I think that the Acoustic Guitar Forum is mostly a good thing; it gives individuals a chance to show off their latest work and get comments and information and support.  I particularly am impressed by the postings such as one that I saw by JESSUPE (Jessupe Goldastini).  What a painstakingly original and unique piece of work he’s accomplished!  I have myselfposted my thoughts on various internet sites in the past.  I did quite a bit of this some years ago on the ANZLF (Autralia/ New Zealand Luthier’s Forum), as well as on this one, and on a third one the name of which I’ve forgotten.  These were mostly good experiences.  But spending time on internet forums at this point in my life is not really for me; they can really soak one’s time up.  And, frankly, not everyone behaves well.

Aside from all that, I have put everything I know and think about how guitars function, into my two books.  My information is all there.  Really: I’ve kept very little back except the specific thicknesses of my guitar woods.  This is largely because there is no specific target thickness: each guitar top is a bit different in thickness.  This is itself because I’m going for a specific stiffnessevery time, not a thickness.  Each piece of wood is a little bit different, and it’s meaningless to give one number that would include tops for Jumbo guitars, and OM guitars, and OO guitars, and everything in between . . . that would furthermore include no information at all about bracing, string gauge, scale length, voicing procedures, doming, selective thinning within the same top, and the specifics of wood selection.  PLUS: there are by now fully two dozen HOW-TO books that will give one or another specific number for top thickness.  So the best I could do is to give an average thickness.

GOOD VS. BAD TEACHING

I produced a DVD a few years ago of a lecture that I gave in which I listed and explained the factors that are responsible for a guitar’s sound: voicing work, bracing, materials stiffness, and vibrating modes of guitar tops.  I laid out everything that I’ve discovered and use that I consider important.  I even brought some guitar bodies that had been voiced to different degrees of completion, and tapped on their tops to illustrate the progression of tap tones in my voicing work.  Such tap tones audibly reveal how a guitar top “opens up”, and I find them indispensable as guides.

At the end, when the audience was asking questions, someone asked if they could see the final shapes of my bracing (that was producing those tones that had reflected my voicing efforts).  I responded that he’d have to take my voicing class to see that level of the work. That may have been a mistake, and I got some blowback from it as the word spread that I was stingy and secretive with my work.  I regret having sounded so flip and glib.  I wish I’d had the presence of mind to have said the following — or something like it:

“I’ve described every principle and consideration that I find important in dealing with guitar sound: wood stiffness in guitars, optimal bracing, top vibrational motions, torque and string pull, an evenness of the vibrating gradient, the Cube Rule of stiffness, guitars as projectors and as diffusers, and top doming. [NOTE: this stuff is all in my books.]  I’ve told you what I think, and why I think it, and I used visual aids and diagrams. I’ve talked about how I came to discover these important things, and even what mistakes I made along the way.  And, mainly, these are precisely the factors that I work with as I make guitars the sounds of which everyone likes.  Now, if I just show you the shapes and profiles of my bracing . . . youwillimmediatelyforgeteverythingIsaidandgohomeand copywhatyou’veseenmedo.  And that, in my opinion, is really bad teaching”.

I said above that it may have been a mistake for me to refuse to show my final configuration of voiced bracing to the audience member who asked to see it.  That’s half of it.  The other half is: Are you kidding me?; you expect me to show you what it’s taken me four decades to figure out, just for the asking — and then criticize me when I say no?  Pal, I just told you ALL the things that I think about in order to do the work that I do.  I owe you that because I promised to speak about these things.  But I draw the line there; that SPECIFIC stuff is entirely proprietary. I do not owe you to show you the specific fruits of forty-plus years of my learning curve just because you’ve bought a $10 ticket to a presentation I’m making.

I wish to be a cheering section for the honing of one’s own thinking skills.  Also, I know something important that a lot of younger people don’t: things acquired without effort or equitable exchange — sort of like sex on demand — have no significance.  You can stop reading now, by the way; I will post further postings on this matter but they are merely additional commentary.

 

 

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Is It Art, Or Craft?

By Ervin Somogyi

I’ve been asked to contribute some thoughts about what Art vs. Craft means to me. This simple-sounding request is actually a bit complex. Here is my thinking about art and what it signifies for me, in a nutshell, and with a bit of historical context added.

FOR STARTERS, WHERE DID “ART” COME FROM, ANYWAY?

From the time the first cave man had the urge to smear pigment onto a cave wall, art has been . . . well . . . something that only humans seem to do. It is an attempt at representation . . . of things that are both concrete and abstract. As far as we know, no other animal has or needs a representational life. It should be no surprise to anyone that art of any kind is a product of time, place, and culture. On the other hand the human need to engage in the act of representation is, very much by itself, a deep and surprising mystery.

Whether it is painted, carved, cast, written, or anything else, art is symbolic. It is also, most certainly, the proverbial elephant being felt by the blind men who thought the elephant was a tree, a leaf, a rope, a snake, or a house depending on what part of the beast they were touching. No one seems to know what art really is any more than we know what gravity is, despite the fact that we’ve lived with both art and gravity for millennia. As far as the latter is concerned, physicists today are butting their heads against the seemingly basic task of comprehending not only what gravity is, but why it should even exist — along with such esoteric questions as why do atoms even have mass? The quest for that knowledge is great fun and frustration and, as far as I can tell, as compelling as is trying understand how a painting of a can of Campbell’s Tomato Soup is great art. In any event I think this will be a more interesting story if I simply tell you what art means to me personally. But before I do that, I need to give you some general background.

SOME FACTOIDS AND STATISTICS

As far as man-made things go, the U.S. Bureau of Labor Statistics tells us that there are more than twenty thousand different job descriptions of work that a citizen can do, all of which represent some cog in the great economic machine or thread in the great social fabric. Some of these jobs are quite useful in amazingly oddball ways. But how does being an artist fit into this? What, exactly, is one to make of the . . . uh . . . astonishingly useless, personal, and highly impractical act of dabbing paint onto a piece of canvas? Who on earth would ever have started that kind of thing? And what were they thinking at the time? I mean, you can’t eat it, wear it, ride it, climb it, grow it, smoke it, have sex with it, or use it to change a flat tire. You just look at it.

Well, as I said, art is an act of representation. It is an effort or effect that carries some kind of significance. Humans seem to have a need to do that. I’m pretty sure that the reason for this is that art gives a particular kind of satisfaction or release. It is sometimes described, subjectively, as being that which makes sense to you in such a way that you experience a momentary glimpse of a different reality; or being half-reminded of something that one had long ago forgotten. I think of it as an in-the-moment a liberation from tension — as when one has a sense of “Aaah! That’s it!”, or when one has completed some inner task and thinks “O.K., I can stop now”, and lays the burden down. But that’s just me; as an elephant being palpated by blind men, art can really be a hobby, a business, occupational therapy, a practical outlet for creative energies, a political statement, an avocation, a quest for status and power, a personal obsession or depravity, a quest for the transcendent and the sublime, or some combination of these. Art can multi-task like you wouldn’t believe and expensive images of Campbell’s soup, vulvas, sunsets on Mars, and the Virgin Mary riding a Harley have been known to fit somewhere, somehow, into this spectrum.

MY OWN APPROACH AND MINDSET

I seem to have an artistic bent. I have always been like this and I cannot account for it; I just accept it as I do the fact that I’m right-handed. Some people explain this by citing brain organization or chemistry. In any event, I am drawn to things, images, designs, and effects that have beauty of a timeless kind, more so than things that seem trendy, fashionable, merely clever, or otherwise temporary. I don’t know that I consciously look at things in this way, but I do know that I get more pleasure out of looking at (and making) artistic designs that look and feel “right” and satisfying to look at; and in my case I seem to gravitate toward more abstract and geometric imagery.

I know that words like “right” and “satisfying” are subjective words, and hence hard to define. But consider that these might actually mean something. The latter, for example, comes from the Latin satis + facere, meaning “enough done” or “to make full”. In other words, it leaves you not wanting or desiring more. I think good art is art that satisfies, that doesn’t leave you unfulfilled by somehow being incomplete or out of balance. It doesn’t leave you wanting more, nor feeling stuffed. Pornography leaves you wanting more, and I’m not just talking about naked people; pretty much any of the glitzy and artistically done ads and commercials with high production values that one sees everywhere nowadays, and whose job it is to persuade you to want one more thing, are pornographic by that standard. Cheap merchandise of all types, as well as artfully delivered sales pitches, always leave one vaguely dissatisfied. Political sloganeering is often disguised as art, and it exists to leave one feeling better or worse than one really is. Calm, balanced equanimity — i.e., satisfaction — is not what any of these is about.

A WORD ABOUT THE BIRTH OF “ART vs. CRAFT”

Today, there exists a division between “art” and “craft” which was, historically, not recognized. To the Greeks art and craft were one and the same, and it was a public phenomenon, not a private one. Art eventually became divided from craft, not because they are actually separate things, but rather because society (and its needs) changed.

That change started with the growth of the Middle Class and institutions such as the Organized Church, during the Renaissance — which is often thought of as being a time of art and culture but was equally a time of exploration, conquest, and political and mercantile expansion. As the Middle Class and the Organized Church grew in both size and influence their members found they could afford — and thus learned to desire — the private ownership of wealth in the form of land, art and other things. (The Ruling class had always done this, of course, but its numbers were never significant.) In any event, as these new demographics and institutions grew, so did Art and Craft. Put in plain economic language: as demand grew so did supply. (We are seeing a similar growth today in China and its trying-mightily-to-be-prosperous neighbors.)

As far as “art vs. craft” goes, this division has been justified by the idea that craftwork represents artisanal creations that have some practical use or application, while “pure” artwork is more spiritual/creative, and eschews the merely practical. In a way, this division encapsulates the polarities around which the Middle Class and the Organized Church coalesced: one is concerned with the here-and-now and the other is concerned with the more abstract and transcendent “after now” . . . at least in theory; in fact, both of these have, like Mafiosi, always pursued their temporal territory, power, influence, wealth, and authority very jealously. In a further attempt to justify the separation between art and craft, “fine art” is currently sometimes also defined quite openly as that work which is sold in art galleries. Hmph.

Along those lines, some people in that world define art as comprising of paint on canvas or paper, glass, bronze, steel, and marble — but not other materials such as wood, fabric, leather, aluminum, ceramic, fiberglass, or plastic. I repeat: hmph. There is an interesting wrinkle to the private ownership of art, in that it most easily attaches to concrete objects like paintings, statuary, and other collectibles. It’s a bit more problematic to “own” intangible and ephemeral art such as music, theatre, dance, poetry/literature, and even some memorable athletic performances; these are harder to possess and keep, and the art must be refreshed at every performance.

In any event, from my point of view, these lines in the sand are artificial and bogus. When art became divided from craft it was at the same time wedded to money, as part of the societal shift that served (1) how citizens of the community claimed identity and/or defined themselves, as well as (2) the commercial needs of the growing art-biz world and its adherents. As to the Greeks of yore, whether or not any of them or their institutions could have taken on the role of being the patrons and owners of privately held art, they appear as a group to instead have formed their cultural sense of the world, and of themselves, not through possession of goods but through tragic and comic theatre, the Olympic games, and public statuary. While there no doubt existed Greek misers, misanthropes, and idiots (the original meaning of which word was “one who does not participate in community events but rather attends to his affairs by himself”) the meaningful culture of the classical Greece was a public and social one. Aside from that, the Greeks didn’t have plastic or concrete and their clothing was practical rather than artistic. They didn’t use much wood in their public art because most of their statuary was intended to be situated outdoors, and that material wouldn’t have lasted as long as marble does. Those old Greeks may have lacked a fashion industry, but they weren’t fools.

(Parenthetically, though, they weren’t saints either. The Greek economy ran largely on owning slaves, which their philosophy and culture — as well as those of all the tribes and nations around them — seemed to freely accept. I mean, let’s put love of art and truth into a proper wider context here, although I grant the Greeks that they (starting with Plato, at least) seem to have been the first to question the morality of slavery.)

MY TAKE ON THE MATTER

Many of the discussions that take place about art are often beside the point, because this is a territory in which words aren’t really useful. What I mean by this is that there’s a good chance that if you asked an artist what he was trying to accomplish in this or that work he’d be insulted that he had to explain it to you. Having to use words would be a sort of admission of failure to communicate at a basic level.

I don’t think that “art” is something that some “artist” puts into something that he’s making, and which makes that object more attractive and spiritual in direct proportion to that artist’s talent. In my own case it is more a channeling of something that comes through me but that I don’t think is really mine in the sense that I “own” it as though I’d “invented” it. Interestingly, the word “invent” comes from the Latin in (in, into, or upon) + venire (to come — as in Julius Caesar’s veni, vidi, vici, meaning “I came, I saw, I conquered”); in other words, to come upon. It does not denote originating or creating anything so much as finding it — as when one does an inventory.

For myself, I don’t believe that there’s any meaningful difference between “art” and “craft”. I am all right with the idea that, outside of the commercial history of the thing, the Mona Lisa was/is a great crafts project. Good created work of any kind is something that has a special personal significance that really can’t be measured in pounds, colors, dollars, medium, or inches. And then there’s also Art With A Capital F which doesn’t measure up regardless of what standard one uses. But I can tell you that good artcraft gives me a specific and subjective kind of endorphin rush.

MY ARTISTIC METAPHYSIC

I make guitars for a living. I work with, and love, wood. I don’t know how that came about except that, without having had art training, I spent a lot of time carving, molding, whittling, and gluing things on my own as I grew up — often using this plentiful, malleable, and available material. But there is also, for me, a metaphysical component in my present work. The metaphysic I bring to my work stems, I think, largely from significant losses and dislocations I experienced early in life. I won’t go into that other than to mention it; further commentary is outside the scope of this writing.

Perhaps because of those losses and dislocations, however, I can relate to working wood as an act of reclamation and a sacrament. It is, for me, a bringing of things from the past together with things for the future. It is also an act of symbolically bringing dead things to life. I don’t believe that you need to have traumatic life experiences to see wood for what it really is, though: it is nothing else than the skeletal remainder of a life form that once lived, took in nutrients, grew, adapted to its conditions, participated in the cycles of the seasons, took in sunlight and converted carbon dioxide into oxygen, produced seed and sap and fruit, interacted with other life forms by giving them food and shelter, held the soil together as it put its roots out, propagated itself, lived a long life, and then died. Actually, was probably killed — just as animals and plants everywhere are killed to serve our species’ needs. Every piece of spruce or cedar I’ve ever made into a guitar top has been some 125 to 400 years old [count the annular rings in your own guitar top] — and that’s just in the eight or ten inch wide slice I normally use: the oldgrowth spruces and cedars are often six feet in diameter! It seems remarkable to me to work with part of a tree that was alive when the philosopher Baruch Benedict Spinoza ground his glass lenses for a living, when William Shakespeare and Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart were expressing their creative genius, when Francisco Pizarro conquered Peru, when Anton van Leeuwenhoek made the first microscope and gave mankind its first awareness of microbial life, or when our great-great-great-greatgreat-great-great-great grandparents were courting — and which was furthermore almost certainly alive until within our own lifetimes. The phrase about not seeing the forest for the trees comes to mind in this regard, although it’s more like not seeing the tree for the wood. I feel that by working with this unique material I’m able to participate in life in a larger, deeper and more intimate way than by having a regular, ordinary job.

Reality isn’t all that simple and linear, though. I have observed that regardless of what one does for a living, or how extraordinary or fascinating that might be, there comes a point . . . at around the twenty-year mark . . . when it becomes interesting to do something else. In my case also, the excitement of making guitars hit a wall at around my own twenty-year mark; I began to be receptive to doing something new. It was at that point that I got interested in doing artistic woodwork without the need to also build a guitar along with it. The result was a body of wood carvings and inlays that is based in and inspired by the techniques, traditions, and materials of traditional guitar and lute making. In terms of the art-craft divide, this work lacks the practical usefulness of being a guitar, and is more genuinely “art”, or at least “really cool decoration”. For me, that distinction is not important: I get a thrill from producing both guitars and wood carvings/inlays — either by themselves or in combination. Part of this body of work can be seen on my website.

Finally, each of us, as adults, carries our early life experiences inside of ourselves until we die. I certainly do. And this internalization has, quite naturally, informed my understanding and expectations of the world. Therefore, as far as the “Ervin as an artist” package goes, I believe that I produce my artwork — whether in guitar or art-for-the-wall form — in part so as to contribute beauty to a world which I see as being sorely lacking in it.

ART/BEAUTY: IN THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER?

Finally — not that this has anything significant to do with the matter at hand — there is a longstanding academic debate among . . . uh . . . perfectly worthy pedants and polemicists as to whether beauty (which is an alias that Art sometimes travels under) lies in the object or the eye of the beholder. It seems to me that this kind of either-or question is of the “have you stopped beating your wife yet?” type; it disallows an answer outside of its own categories. Art and craft, if one wishes to make the distinction, are actually a kind of partnership between object and viewer, which is a concept that I first came across in Robert Pirsig’s book Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, and which I commend to your attention. Also, for anyone interested in knowing more about the ins and outs of the human creative process, I also recommend The Dynamics of Creation, an entirely accessible and enlightening book by British psychiatrist Anthony Storr.

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The Wisdom of the Hands, and Craftsmanship as Heritage

Some thoughts about the dying out of (our) hand skills

by Ervin Somogyi

NOTE: This is the first of three related essays on the topic of hand skills. Each one is longish, and made longer by the fact that there are footnotes/ endnotes at the ends; this essay has 16 of them. My apologies for the inconvenience in reading that this may cause.

I’ve thought about writing an article about hand skills for quite a long time. They are largely what I’ve built my professional life around, and you’d think that the subject would be of interest to anyone who finds working with their hands to be a source of pleasure. I want to state at the outset, though, I really am interested in hand skills and what they mean, more than I am in craftsmanship — even though the word “craftsmanship” appears in the title. While hand skills and craftsmanship are closely related, they’re really not the same thing.

Craftsmanship is the visible face/identity/embodiment/proof of hand skills. The word attaches itself to the concrete result of one’s having purposefully applied skill, attention, and effort onto a material. This gets a bit of press because it is a phenomenon that’s more or less in the public realm [ENDNOTE 1]. Hand skills (and also body skills) on the other hand, are one’s private and personal property; they may occupy space in the historical record, but they otherwise reside in the individual rather than in the objects or services one might produce. They don’t get much press outside of when the hand/body skills are themselves the main product — as in gymnastics, dancing, martial arts, stage acting, or sleight-of-hand magic. And by hand/body skills I mean the eye-hand coordination, trained musculature, critical thinking, problem-solving, intuition, timing, aesthetic sense, dexterity, knowledge of the materials/medium, experience, attention, and even pride that operates operate behind such work.

I’m a woodworker; therefore insofar as hand skills apply to woodworking I also mean the use of traditional carpentry hand tools such as chisels, scrapers, hand saws and planes, pencil and paper, as well as common power tools such as sanders, bandsaws, routers, cordless drills, table saws, and drill presses. Whether or not electricity is involved, these are all tools whose operations are applied volitionally — that is, there is freedom of individual tasking, measuring, application, judgment, speed, force and timing involved in their operation.

On my part, I use no tools that are dedicated to performing one thing only, over and over again, at the press of a button. I approach lutherie in the traditional way in that I make virtually all the wood parts and component of my guitars, and I don’t farm out any work to be done by CNC machinery — which, these days, has grown into becoming quite an active industry in itself. As I get older I’m taking a longer-term view of my work and my preferred approach to it, and how these fit into the scheme of things. The overall view isn’t all that encouraging.

SOME BACKGROUND

Every few years modern society seems to have less and less need for manual skills of the traditional kind that I’ve supported myself with. As far as the making of any product or object goes, there is great emphasis on spending as little time on it as is humanly possible — whether this be in manufacturing, electronics, the chemistry lab, agriculture, high-tech, low-tech, or anything else. Or, increasingly: to get someone else to do it while we dabble in the virtual worlds of money, investments, and paper. There is concern among craftspeople that the manual arts are headed toward virtual extinction right along with tigers and panda bears. I mean, a few of these will certainly survive in zoos, but that kind of thing seems . . . well, heartbreakingly meager. And even this present discussion is unique: who ever mentions this phenomenon as a problem? You’d think that this was just too small a thing to have a discussion about. Or — silly and whimsical as it may sound — perhaps it’s so large that we can’t see it?

The New York Times has offered some exceptions to this silence. The August 19, 2012 issue features a positively scary front-page article by John Markoff titled “Skilled Work, Without the Worker; a New Wave of Deft Robots is Changing Global Industry”; and in a July 22, 2012 article Louis Uchitelle writes about “A Nation That’s Losing Its Toolbox”. I quote from the latter below. (If you go the New York Times website you can read both these articles; they’re well written and worth a few minutes of your time.)

“The scene inside the Home Depot on Weyman Avenue here would give the old-time American craftsman pause. In Aisle 34 is precut vinyl flooring, the glue already in place. In Aisle 26 are prefab windows. Stacked near the checkout counters, and as colorful as a Fisher-Price toy, is a not-so-serious-looking power tool: a battery-operated saw-and-drill combo. And if you don’t want to be your own handyman, head to Aisle 23 or Aisle 35, where a help desk will arrange for an installer. It’s very handy stuff, I guess, a convenient way to be a do-it-yourselfer without being all that good with tools. But at a time when the American factory seems to be a shrinking presence and when good manufacturing jobs have vanished, perhaps never to return, there is something deeply troubling about this dilution of American craftsmanship. This isn’t a lament, or not merely a lament, for bygone times. It’s a social and cultural issue, as well as an economic one. The Home Depot approach to craftsmanship – simplify it, dumb it down, hire a contractor – is one signal that mastering tools and working with one’s hands is receding in America as a hobby, as a valued skill, and as a cultural influence that shaped thinking and behavior in vast sections of the country.”

I’m inclined to agree with Mr. Uchitelle. Even though it’s hard to imagine hand craftsmanship dying out entirely, they’ve certainly not been getting much help or support from any direction. As a result, at this point, craftsmanship in this country is increasingly in the hands of minorities and immigrants: they have a lot of the building, making, cleaning, fixing, and handy-man jobs and the calluses that go with them. Basic vocational education in the U.S. has been declining for a long time, in spite of the fact that young people need jobs and skills. In contrast, Germany has preserved vigorous apprenticeship programs in the trades, and Canada has grants and support programs for its artists and craftsmen that put American efforts to shame. According to Harper’s index, of the 30 occupations with the largest American projected job growth over the next decade, only 4 require a college degree; guess how much people in those occupations will be paid. Another major shift is tracked through the fact that five decades ago the American manufacturing sector generated almost 30% of the gross domstic product and employed one third of the work force; today these numbers are 12% and 9% respectively. Colleges have graduated fewer and fewer chemical, industrial, mechanical and metallurgical engineers since the mid 1980s, partly in response to the reduced role in manufacturing, which had been a big employer of them. On the other hand, by 2011 the financial and banking industry, Wall Street, and people dealing in real estate generated 21% of the national income — double what it had been in the 1950s. These simple-sounding statistics actually represent how tens of millions of Americans live their lives. And this trajectory is itself the result of profound, complex social and geopolitical necessities which, like a gravitational field, make all things fall in one direction.

HAND SKILLS: THE MICRO, THE SEASONAL, AND THE MACRO
(OR: THE IMPERSONAL, THE PERSONAL, AND THE SOCIETAL)

I’ve come to see three distinct aspects of the geography that hand skills occupy (if I can put it like that) and this is one of three essays I’m writing to address each of these aspects in turn. They can be read separately, or as a systematic exploration of related ideas, or as one idea explored at different levels. This first essay is about the here-and-now geography of hand skills. It’s fairly concrete and not very controversial.

The second essay is about the relevance of hand skills and craftsmanship to the matters of daily life; it’s a bit more abstract and personal than the here-and-now view, but entirely pertinent nonetheless. I’d call that personal perspective The Micro View. Some readers will be more comfortable with presentations of the concrete and measurable; some will be comfortable with intangibles and ambiguity; I myself O.K. with complexity, ambiguity, and things intangible enough to be called metaphysical; to me, these feel closer to the truth of things. And when it comes to the truth of things, I’m reminded of the famous Jewish rabbi Hillel’s insight that we do not see things as they are; we see things as we are. The older I get the more amazing and profound that insight seems to be.

The third essay is the macro view; it’s about the “gravitational field” that I mentioned that hand skills and craftsmanship (and all other things) live within, and that acts on them all invisibly. But, like subatomic particles that can be “seen” inside a vacuum chamber when they’re shot with electrons or alpha particles, the forces that influence hand skills’ and craftsmanship’s trajectories can similarly be observed on the larger societal stage, if one knows what to look for. I want to show you that while the “gravitational field” seems invisible and intangible, it’s really not. And it is entirely awesome.

Hand skills do look like very different things, and take on different significance, depending on whether one is taking the macro or the micro view of them. One can write about the state of hand skills in modern society, as I’ve already touched on. But that doesn’t explain very much; it just describes. One can also focus on the nature and/or inherent importance of hand skills — and why their disappearance might, as Mr. Uchitelle says, be “deeply troubling”. The former is easy to write about: one can make a list of things such as how-it’s-done, how-it-used-to-be-done, who’s-doing-what, how-I-do-it, manual-skills’-various-advantages/ disadvantages/usefulness, or even my!-aren’t-those-hand-skills-awesome? — and then frame these from a technological, artistic, historical, economic, and/or sociological point of view.

Such narratives are mostly academic and expository: they cover the past but necessarily end in the present — where any and all documentation stops. The better ones do some research so that they can supplement the narrative with comparative data and statistics and sound authoritative; and the more adventurous can make predictions about what is to come. However, unless the material is extraordinarily well researched and narrated that sort of thing makes rather dry reading. Also, given the general track record of experts and prognosticators I’d say that the most astute and accurate predictions are the ones no one wants to hear and that are therefore squelched and pushed under the rug — so I wouldn’t, personally, place much stock in anything that sounds plausible and that finds its way into print about how things are likely to be. More significantly and to the point, however (because documentation for such does not exist), there is no hint in such writings that involvement with hand skills is innately good for the individual or for society in any way; the reader is left with the unspoken suggestion that the proper place for hand skills (other than obviously necessary ones such as dentistry, surgery, and bartending) is first at the workstation, and later in books and museums. The future, after all, lies before us and not behind us, right?

At the same time, the approach of examining hand skills for any personal and societal significance — in the sense of having innate worthwhile qualities — is relatively open-ended, somewhat elusive, and definitely harder to measure and statisticize. It consequently gets easily lumped in with the psychological and perhaps even the spiritual and metaphysical. I mean, where in a bookstore would one find anything on hand skills by themselves? On the arts/crafts/craftsmanship/How-To shelf? Or the psychology/spirituality section? Inquiring about the significance or necessity of hand skills is, by my standards, not much different from asking about the importance of a tree — but without resorting to the use of the standard economic, statistical, historical, biological, or practical yardsticks [ENDNOTE 2].

Yet, if handled right, such an inquiry really can touch on something vital. At least, I think so. Most ordinary people I have conversations with seem genuinely interested in the personal dimension of hand skills. Nerds, God bless them, really love the technical stuff. Pinning down the vital and magical part of hand skills is elusive, and complicated by the fact that this aspect of them is fully shared with just plain old bullshit — which offers things that are just as hard to pin down regardless of how earnestly and plausibly they are delivered. But outside of that, genuine elusiveness can make a thing interesting and is often a clue to its inner vitality and relevance; I offer as an example of this your own interest in anything that you care about. Bullshit, in my experience, lacks this hook entirely; like Teflon, nothing really sticks to it for long.

THREE FACTORS WORTH MENTIONING

I repeat: I’ve pretty much built my professional life on my own hand skills with traditional tools, as well as certain attitudes of discipline in wood craftsmanship — and as I get older I take a longer-term view of my work and how it fits into the scheme of things. The overall view is not warm and fuzzy, and there are enough reasons for this to fill several books. However, in the interest of keeping this narrative manageable, I offer three main factors.

FIRST: Hand work may be the human way, but it is not the American way [ENDNOTE 3]. Not really. The American way is oriented toward (1) getting someone else to do it for you, or (2) manufacturing; that is, the production, in quantity, of consumer goods for a population that was from the beginning, and continues to be, expanding faster and with greater energy than anything ever experienced in Europe — which has itself been the cradle of almost all the traditions of artistry and craftsmanship on this side of the Atlantic. Manufacturing, by the way, is a misnomer: it comes from the Latin mano (hand) + factus (making), which of course means “made by hand”. Today, that’s the last thing manufacturing is about, and — even though I cannot imagine a reality in which we’ll have no need of people who use their hands — the likelihood that the White House, the G.O.P., the banking industry, academia, or the people who bring us “cheap” oil and better living through chemistry will ever lobby for Manual Skills Awareness Week or National Trades Day is nil. I’d say that, on the whole, hand work survives despite the American way.

The SECOND factor is related to the first: our culture is based in a focus on “progress”. Nothing remains the same for long, nor is anything designed or intended to. Technologies, attitudes, the ways in which things are done, and skills sets of all kinds — including manual skills, of course — come and go. One example of a lost skill set is the thoroughly outdated modes by which people have communicated with one another — and I’m not just talking about land telephone lines, morse code, or the telegraph. Does anyone particularly mind that Beowulf is written in an incomprehensible form of our language that is no longer used? Well, outside of a few academics, not particularly. Or how about the same in Chaucer’s writings, or Shakespeare’s, or even Jane Austen’s? Ditto here. None of those archaic styles of address work all that well any more, and very few people miss them. Modern English is a perfectly adequate replacement. (Interestingly, Latin, Chinese, and Hebrew have been around in more or less the same form in which they were spoken since the time of Christ.)

Ditto, increasingly with the general mastery of traditional skills of “homemaking” (food preparation and preservation, making and mending clothes, etc.), mechanical and automobile repair, home workshop and garage projects of all kinds, etc.: these are increasingly the realm of people who are paid to do it. The human and social landscape has changed too much; society, technology, the movies, trades and arts, etc. have moved on — and so have the things that we occupy ourselves with during the day [ENDNOTE 4].

The THIRD factor, bluntly put, is: who cares about manual skills — as distinguished from product? Who cares about our hands’ abilities? It seems to me that those of us who use our hands to make a living in a field that we probably didn’t go to college to get a degree in — as well as some trained licensed professionals who did, and who all share a concern with doing the job in a meaningful way as opposed to just getting it done to specs, and whose lives are enriched by having manual skills — are just about the only segment of the general population who would be bothered by their erosion. Where is the societal crèche (if I could put it like that) that nurtures such values? Academic education is famously uninterested in the execution or furthering of hand work; that’s not its bailiwick. Ditto business; its focus is eternally on the bottom line. Except for the New York Times articles mentioned above, the media haven’t mentioned the erosion of manual arts as a problem; neither has the church, tabernacle, mission, synagogue, or temple. Political organizations, financial institutions, commercial/trade groups, and military and civic organizations are likewise silent on the subject: they’re all chasing different realities and priorities. Elementary education likewise ignores training the hands; the three R’s don’t include them. Finally, no one with any prominence, influence, or a platform for anything promotes or celebrates manual skills — as one might publicly acknowledge such common things as loyalty, courage, honesty, talent, academic or commercial achievement, athletic ability, success, or just plain wealth and clout [ENDNOTE 5].

I mentioned “trained licensed professionals” above. I have in mind conversations I’ve had with my dentist and my optometrist; both have mentioned that the advances in technology in their own fields are resulting in more streamlined techniques and standardized production of crowns and lenses which have eclipsed former less efficient methods that relied on more trained individual attention, discrimination, and skill — but that nonetheless produced subtly more satisfactory, craftsmanlike, and even elegant results. Well, think of it: why should there not be better and worse made crowns and lenses just as there are better and worse made guitars, cheeses, and lawnmowers? I’m sure that my dentist and optometrist are not the only ones who feel these things. Finally, the processes that we are witnessing seem to be, like the marching on of the seasons, global and unstoppable.

INTENT: AN INTERESTING POINT OF DIFFERENCE

I was having a conversation with a friend who needed an appliance repaired and was having difficulty in finding anyone who could do it. Our conversation naturally turned to how more and more things seemed to be being made that were not expected to be repaired. The idea behind them seemed to be to discard them and purchase new versions. Well, old things need to make way for newer things — from airplanes to clothes pins [you do remember clothes pins, don’t you?]. In household goods the ubiquitous substitution of plastic for parts that would formerly have been made of wood or metal does nothing but insure this turnover. In this vein, one aspect of lutherie that I appreciate is that I am making objects that I hope will be around in a hundred years, that are fully repairable when need arises, and that are worth repairing.

There is a dividing line between “doing business” and doing something for a different reason. Not everyone is motivated by the bottom line only; some will be following a desire to do/create something that has their personal stamp on it, or that represents them in some way, or do work that has some personal significance, or that will carry value and outlast them, or that speaks to some other aspiration or is a calling. If that work involves making objects and goods (as opposed to providing services) then one will want those things to be reliable, repairable, satisfying, and have a long half-life. And here we run into an interesting and pertinent equation that sort of got lost in the shuffle of the Industrial Revolution: if you want to produce something “better”, you have to put more of yourself, your materials, and your time and skills into it [ENDNOTE 6]. For purposes of this discussion, this is very much the realm of manual skills combined with personal attention. The formula is: if it’s coming out of your own hands, then whatever you create with them has a better chance of having personal significance — for one’s self and others [ENDNOTE 7].

HAND SKILLS AS HERITAGE

Manual skills are, in effect, orphans of social values. The way things are going, in the long run, a few hand skills are likely to be found useful and kept; a large numbers of them will be replaced by “newer” hand skills, and the rest will disappear. This seems exceedingly odd to me. I mean, we wouldn’t have had hand skills — some of remarkable sophistication — for thousands of years if they didn’t serve some useful function, would we? And yet, like the separation of church and state, we’ve come to something else that state is separate from.

And so we come to the question of how societal powers vs. our humble and temporary hand skills can coexist. Or, are past forms something to be sloughed off when they’re no longer useful, like a snake’s skin? While to the average person this probably seems as unremarkable as discarding the shells of seafood after it has been eaten, for me such treatment of a skill set that sets one apart (or has set one apart, as an individual, from the rest of humanity) represents something closer to abandonment of heritage. Sociologist Michael Hout of the University of California at Berkeley echoes this in his comment that “in an earlier generation we lost our connection to the land, and now we are losing our connection to the machinery we depend on.”

To be fair, nothing is forever and I’m sure the passing away of hand skills would not bother most people if such erosion — the loss of what is in effect a part of our heritage — were to be gradual and spread out over generations or centuries. But to witness permanent losses of anything that has informed and shaped one’s life from one generation to the next . . . as we are witnessing in the gutting of the very oceans, forests, and life-species of our planet — and less dramatically but just as fellingly* in the loss of handiness** of people in general. Increasingly, people who work with their hands are doing things that we call service jobs: in restaurants, laundries, gardens, medical technology, house cleaning, janitorial work, etc. If you’re paying attention, that’s hard to take without flinching.

[* This looks like a typo but it isn’t.]

[** It’s an interesting word in itself, and especially in this context.]

We all know that heritage and inheritance have to do with things that are passed on. They come from the same root: the heir, who is the receiver of something passed on. But I don’t believe the average person ever thinks about the difference between “heritage” and “inheritance” aside from the latter’s representing money and goods that one might receive upon someone else’s death. Heritage is a bit more diffuse . . . like national parks, one’s personal integrity, or a particular economic history and the expectations that might come from it. An inheritance might be the ’86 Ford Mustang you got when Uncle Milt passed away; your heritage is to have had Uncle Milt and how he taught you to whittle things out of wood when you were ten. I whittled when I was a kid; but who whittles any more? For that matter, when is the last time you heard or read that word?

Likewise tradition. According to the dictionary, it comes from the Latin traditio, which means a passing on, a handing or giving over, a relinquishing, and even a giving up. Incidentally, by an extension of this last meaning, the same root gives us the words traitor and betrayal . . . which are indeed a form of giving up or handing over. A tradition is something that we do or participate in, value, and that is not quantifiable. The bottom line is that if you don’t participate in hand skills you are in no position to pass such things on to anyone else, regardless of who else in your family might have practiced them.

HERITAGE AND CHANGE

Any long-term discussion of the place of hand skills in the world we live in would be incomplete without a consideration to how heritage and change coexist. And we do have change. Our society’s continual inventiveness and “progress” mandates the antiquation and obsolescence of most hand work. Skills, attitudes, and training are continually shifted as one product, technology, industry, design, approach, priority or need disappears and a new one comes to the fore. This is true in the laboratory, at the workbench, in the factory, in commerce, in film, in communications, in information gathering and dissemination, in electronics, in the kitchen, in the hospital, in the schoolroom, on the battlefield, in the marketplace, in the workplace, in aeronautics, in industrial extractive techniques, in construction, in agriculture, in general efficiency across the board, etc. At least, this is what things look like to me. If I may say so we have, like technological and mechanical nomads forever moving on to new territories, created a heritage and tradition . . . of loss of heritage and tradition. This an oxymoron that’s literally crazy-making, albeit we are conditioned to see it as rational and progressive.

The sociology, technology, and iconography of this progression is recorded in the many books that are continually being written about the way things used to be done, and where we’re likely to be headed, and choices that were made, or forced on us, or were handed down to us. I’m a serious bibliophile myself, so I’m happy to have interesting and well-written books about where the world as I know it came from. But I think it is important to understand that non-fiction books are mostly records and interpretations of the past; they are mirrors and museums, more so than fishing holes that are stocked with tonight’s dinner. Fiction books are about tomorrow’s dinner — or the dinner that we might otherwise have tonight.

O.K., so everything changes. Is there anything that doesn’t? Well, human motives haven’t changed much outside of being shaped this way and that by culture. But then human motives are not an artifact of culture; our protoplasm comes pre-loaded with them. Otherwise, in our very human embrace of the concrete and quantitative, some of the few cultural tools that have enjoyed the longest half-life are our various measuring sticks — much more so than any of the things being measured [ENDNOTE 8]. While these sticks have been called different things in different languages, they are in fact older than the pyramids. We call them things like:

(1) miles/kilometers/leagues/knots;
(2) hours/minutes/days/months/years;
(3) pounds/kilograms/tons/ounces;
(4) percentages and portions;
(5) dollars/pounds/franks/marks/rubles/yen/pesos;
(6) feet/meters/inches/light-years;
(7) quarters/ halves/wholes/eighths;
(8) most, least, biggest, best, worst, tallest, smallest, on-a-scale-of-one-to-ten;

On a more abstract yet still very human level there are also

(9) the perennial balancing of what comes in vs. what goes out; and
(10) the age-old calculation of mine vs. yours/ours vs. theirs. The one other man-made thing that seems permanent is:
(11) the desire to earn one’s bread by the sweat of someone else’s brow. For what it’s worth, this is foundational to Capitalism. Socialism, on the other hand, was predicated on a rejection of this.

FURTHER LOSSES: TRADITIONAL WOMEN’S WORK

These descriptions of losses also, I believe, must include traditional women’s work of the kind that doesn’t figure in GNP calculations. By this I mean the training that working-class women used to get so as to be equipped to be wives and run households: food buying, cooking and baking, doing the laundry and hanging up the wash, taking care of the kids, learning to assign chores, cleaning the house, making and mending clothing, budgeting, canning and preserving, working hard and being dutiful mates, perhaps growing some fruits and vegetables, perhaps doing some home schooling, and training the daughters to follow suit. Surely these all count as useful skills that have also been largely lost, no? And what urban women occupy themselves with such tasks today? Non-working class women have largely and traditionally been brought up to be above work, and to live by being something between ornaments and wombs; they could always rely on the help to get things done.

A common response to the working woman’s traditional domestic station is “that while it was once necessary we’ve now advanced to the point that these forms of drudgery are no longer necessary; and we have no time for them anyway now; women are liberated from all that and are part of the work force”. Well, true enough; women have moved on. But it strikes me that while in my mother’s day most housewives engaged in food preparation, it is now so rarified an occupation that, starting with Julia Child, a lot of its chief practitioners have become T.V. stars. Can openers, microwaves, and pre-processed foods of every kind have invaded every kitchen, and we spend almost as much time watching these shows as we do in actual food preparation. On the plus side, while I can’t say I’m likely to meet any woman who longs to go back to how things were, it is also true that there seems to be a resurgence of interest (at least in urban middle-class culture) in organic food, nutrition, cooking classes, healthy food, slow food, etc. — all of which I hope are here to stay.

I will return to this topic further on but I hope, for now, that I’ve made my point about losses with the above descriptions – with the caveat that the above applies largely to middle class women, and mostly Caucasian ones at that. Studies show that African-American women feel considerably less liberated today; they are more certain of having to work at something all their lives, whether they have had a choice about it or not.

IT’S NOT A SIMPLE GAIN/LOSS THING

In truth, innovation and obsolescence aren’t always a simple gain/loss equation. Part of the “loss” is that things are also transformed. I just touched on the loss of the domestic skills of sewing: you know, making and repairing clothing. Historically, the sewing machine was designed to help that work. But for some time now, sewing machine skills have been largely relegated to sweatshops, without anyone raising a peep. The humble home sewing machine has become an industrial tool at least as much as a personal one.

But, one might ask where else would the sewing machine wind up? I don’t know a single adult woman who doesn’t work; so who, exactly, is going to be sitting at home mending or making clothes these days? Sewing skills have been displaced and replaced by a whole world of new women’s roles, interests and behaviors. The day that husbands could no longer earn enough by themselves to ensure the survival of their households, or went to war so that the wives had to go to work, all these changes became inevitable. The bottom line is economic survival, always. It makes sense for me to accept that as soon as women were given the vote and allowed into schools and the workplace the sewing machine was doomed. I’m making no value judgment here: one thing simply, slowly, and unnoticeably became part of something else. Does it not seem to you that this is the reality? Returning to our topic of loss of hand skills: who has time to develop and perfect them in the modern world? And to turn the clock back, to reestablish a more stable world in which older skills sets help to hold everything together — which seems to underlie a lot of today’s political wishful thinking — seems to be somewhere between highly unrealistic and insane.

THE FLOW OF “PROGRESS”

This movement that I’ve been describing — which involves physical, mental, social and attitudinal capacities in addition to hand skills — is, as I’ve mentioned, usually attributed to large and uncontrollable forces of “progress” in its various forms. It is believed that all of this has to be this way; that any and all change is necessary — including, of course, any modern society’s degree of reliance or non-reliance on manual skills. Unless one is talking about an agrarian society, change sweeps the known and familiar away, like a stealth juggernaut [ENDNOTE 9].

A case in point is the phrase (and reality of) “planned obsolescence”. It didn’t come out of nowhere: it’s a tacit but essential societal value, and I think one could argue that most hand skills can be regarded as being like the next generation of hatchlings on a chicken farm: all of them will grow up and sooner or later wind up in our ovens, barbecues, and cooking pots. As such, however, regardless of what one thinks of or how one views the passing of hand skills, it seems to me that this phenomenon is not an operating principle in itself — such as a cyclic or pendulum nature of reality might be, and as it is considered to be in certain modes of non-Western thought. In Western thinking these shifts are a symptom, or result, of other factors of change. Therefore, it’s somewhere between pointless and irrelevant to have a serious discussion about the state of hand skills in and of themselves: they’re dependent on the operation of independent forces and principles.

Having said this, I think we’re at a let’s-stop-and-really-think-about-this point. If (1) hand skills are irrelevant to government, the media, the Church, the G.O.P., the White House, the Kremlin, academia, corporate business, Hollywood, etc. . . . . . . and if (2) there is a genuine underlying desire on people’s part to return to a stabler world in which older skills sets and attitudes help to hold everything together — and I believe this desire is endemic — then (3) the importance of such skills and attitudes, if any, must clearly reside . . . . . . where? Well, you’d certainly think it would be in the values-complexes of individuals who rely on these for (spiritual and/or physical) satisfaction and income, wouldn’t you? Who else but individuals such as you and I, the direct beneficiaries of such income and satisfactions, would pay any attention to such things and assign them any value? [ENDNOTE 10]

This might be a good time to again look at the media-as-the-public-voices-of-our-culture as being complicit in the things I’ve described up to this point: our sense of our lives as citizens and many of our social priorities are in large measure gotten through the media. In my case, my “real” life comprises largely of work and a bunch of other stuff that is lumped together under the description of “real life”. None of this involves solving crimes, chasing people around or scheming against them, hacking security codes, young love, corporate shenanigans, cooking gourmet food, having incredibly good looks and a great body, terrorism, regime change in the third world, space travel, finding a cure for cancer, or being victimized in such a way that I wind up on the six o’clock news. I don’t inhabit a commodious living space such as is commonly seen in movie and television sets and, all in all, the dramas in my life tend to be comprised of ridiculously mundane conflicts, defeats, and triumphs of the kind you never see on T.V. This can’t come as a surprise to anyone, right? On the other hand, almost all the models of social reality that we absorb from books, magazines, films, television, advertisements, the Internet, newspapers, stage productions, etc. are patently artificial. Hint: everybody involved is paid to write and do 99% of that — including the techs who do the C.G.I. touch-ups and Photo Shopping! [ENDNOTE 11]

INSTITUTIONAL PROGRESS: HOW IS IT ACTUALLY PROGRESS?

To paraphrase Pontius Pilate: what is progress? Well, at the risk of dating myself to the sixties I’d repeat again that, within a Capitalistic system, the systematic obsolescence of outdated skill sets is, by definition, societal progress. Capitalism, after all, is precisely about constant, steady growth — and the attendant need for re-training the workforce. This is how progress is measured. The GNP is, in fact, its touchstone indicator [ENDNOTE 12].

On the other hand, how could any of this be individual progress? Progress for the individual (outside of job promotions and professional advancement, that is) is measured with a different yardstick: there’s organic growth and maturation from youth through adulthood, and then aging. This is not different from an apple, really: it grows, ripens, and then withers. To ask whether the apple “makes progress” as a fruit nonsensical. The apologia for societal progress is always spoken in terms of Economics, demographics, the middle class, Balance of World Power, technology, “market share”, and mechanisms such as “Supply and Demand”. Human progress, on the other hand, is explained by citing physical, mental, psychological and spiritual factors of growth, maturation, and decline. Entire libraries have been written around the cleft between these respective realities. Please be smart enough to not confuse individual progress with societal progress.

THE PERSONAL VS. THE PUBLIC

It seems clear to me at this point that we keep on circling around and returning to the topic of disappearing hand skills as interpreted through a personal vs. a societal perspective, and that it seems to be a genuinely useful question. Really, what is there in between?

For myself, I can tell you that my brain has had enough to do in wrestling with the challenges of turning slices and chunks of woods into guitars; it is not actually up to comprehending the world and its changes. I am aware that, as I have gotten older and have added to my mental database, that I have an increasingly personal perspective on the matter of hand skills — rather than a statistical, societal, educational, historical, economic, moral, hierarchical, or intellectual one. I repeat: I’ve pretty much built my professional life on my hand skills, supplemented by certain attitudes of discipline in craftsmanship; and it’s been a life I’ve liked. On the other hand, I do believe that to the extent that we, as a people, move away from using our body parts and senses to get things done, we become insane — that is, isolated and cut off from things that keep us grounded in a life that makes sense. Put in different words, I think it’s healthy and beneficial to be reminded that we are creatures of the earth and that are, indeed, made up of the very same materials.

It is also argued here and there — although the dialogue is not exactly a heated one –that hand skills are not disappearing. Morphing and changing, yes; cycling between being important or negligible with the movement of the worldly pendulum, yes; dying out, no. The buggy whip industry is history; but our laptop, personal computer, and I-pad industries are in full swing. In short: that the situation on the whole is no worse than it’s ever been. The logic of this is arrived at also by citing the periodic resurgence of cottage industries in making specialty consumer products such as wines and beers, cheeses, bicycles [ENDNOTE 13], custom-designed shoes and clothing, jewelry, guitars, fixing up vintage cars, restoring antiques, or whatever the fashion of the times calls for. There’s an article in the July 5, 2012 New York Times about how sewing machine sales to individuals are significantly on the rise, along with great renewed interest in sewing, quilting, making things out of fabric, and in general being more self-sufficient instead of rushing off to the department store to buy something new. I’ve also become aware of late, through my partner and her network of friends, of how important the world of knitting, yarn stores, wool dyeing, knitting classes and books, etc. has become.

I am not fully persuaded by these kinds of arguments. My attitude comes from the fact that I’ve listened to many accounts of how someone’s father and/or grandfather had a home workshop in which he made furniture, fixed things, did machining work, puttered and tinkered, or did something else that bespoke of hours spent quietly and skillfully putting his hands to wood or paint or ceramic or metal; but very few people today have time for such pursuits any more. Also, you’d think that in times of economic hardship people would fall back on whatever personal skills they had and try to rely on them to make a go of things; but we have tens of millions of unemployed now, and I’m not seeing any large amount of turning toward things that one can do by one’s self. The groundwork for such possibilities is absent, and most people need jobs that are offered to them by an employer. As to the resurgence of interest in sewing and working with fabrics, I do have the sense that these activities are appealing to largely retired or approaching-retirement individuals; even many of my guitar making students are of this demographic: they’ve had regular jobs all their lives and now they want to do something different that they can simply love for its own sake. I’m not aware of any of this as representing anything like a groundswell. And I think we’ve all become impoverished in these processes.

As I said, the groundwork for jobs possibilities that may have existed in the past seems absent. Traditional craftsman-type hand skills have their own trajectory of learning and mastery, and these usually involve having loved some form of hand work and training it by having continuing experience of the materials, from early in life on. Today, formal preparation such as woodworkers, metal workers, electricians, pattern makers, dentists, cabinet makers, wood turners, boat makers, decorative wood carvers, construction workers of all types and machinists get almost invariably occurs after the teenage years, when people are going to schools or getting on-the-job training. In lutherie, European instrument makers have centuries-old traditions, some of them ridiculously rigid, of training and education; while these have fallen considerably into disuse since the passing of the Guild system, as far as I know many modern European luthiers have trained with a working luthier and/or in a school with a one or two-year long curriculum, before going off on their own. In Japan, which has been very much in the throes of its own modernization since 1945, traditional apprenticeships are now rare; but when they are offered they are understood to be a ten-year-or-longer commitment. American luthiers have largely read books and taken one or two week-long courses and then built a few guitars. They then can hang out their shingle, and from there on out it’s all hands-on, trial-and-error, and school-of-hard-knocks training, supplemented by DVDs, internet discussion forums, and the occasional luthier’s convention, show, or symposium [ENDNOTE 14]. While all this is par for the course for starting out in the craft, it is not exactly the same as getting a real education before going out on one’s own; that takes years. I’m not saying this to put anyone down, by the way; it’s just a mostly accurate commentary. Whatever we have or have not been in the past, I think we can agree that we are not now a nation of craftspeople; we are too removed from putting our hands on things. Who has the time to, any more? [ENDNOTE 15]

It is true, nevertheless, that creative loners and cottage industries whose work does not rely on automated procedures, and whose products appeal to a more personal level of people’s psyches, keep on cropping up. The individuals in this demographic themselves find appeal in the “artistry” and personal involvement in the work; buyers like the uniqueness of the things being made. This category includes a generation of bakers, wine and cheese makers, custom bicycle and furniture makers, makers of niche items such as fishing lures and knives, jewelers, custom clothes designers, potters, small-scale organic farmers, artists, hobbyists, various kinds of small-scale entrepreneurs (I guess one could include writers too) and, in spite of what I said above, a surprising number of luthiers (small-scale producers of stringed instruments) — all of whom use their hands to get things done. Others are so much all around us that we don’t notice them, both in the underground and the above-ground economy [ENDNOTE 16].

As far as making handcrafted wooden, ceramic, glass, leather, and metal objects and goods of all kinds goes, I heard an NPR program about all this activity that identified it as a three billion dollar a year industry. That was news to me. There’s also been a surge of interest in domestic foodstuff crafting: making cheeses, wines, beers, breads, specialty foods, and baked confectionaries. And in addition there are zillions of restaurants and diners out there and NONE of them are without their able kitchen staff. The upscale parts of these efforts do get some notice. However, while the financial health of the automotive and corporate industries are closely studied, no one to my knowledge has paid much attention to the bulk of “the crafts industry” other than to note that it’s members are mostly women — except in musical instrument making, which is oddly enough almost an exclusively male enclave. Therefore we don’t know much about the true size of it, where it might be headed, or its staying power.

You should be grateful for all the above people, too, regardless of their gender: can you imagine a world without musicians, and only white and wheat bread? This demographic works hard to survive through its own creative energy and efforts, and I can guarantee you that most of these don’t drive a Mercedes or BMW. But they all like what they do in spite of (or because of?) the fact that what they do is labor-intensive. And that undoubtedly has something to do with the fact that this work is, somehow, essential — if not to the society then certainly to the individual.

You may stop reading now if you’ve had enough, or go on to the next essay/installment on this topic. I’ll be done with it soon. There, we will continue to explore the matter of hand skills, only this time more from the perspective of inner motivations.

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ENDNOTES:

ENDNOTE 1: Craftsmanship is most often valued monetarily. It is nothing other than the skills that workers have traditionally brought to the workplace — be it the factory, the bakery, the office, the seaport, or the farm — as well as to their home projects after hours. It applies to working with sheetrock or a sewing machine, landscaping, gardening, typing and filing, making furniture, doing home repairs of all types, fixing up one’s car, replacing broken window glass, fly tying, putting up shelving, hanging a door, sharpening tools, food preparation, repairing a broken fence, braiding hair and doing nails, etc. The concept of the craftsman in his studio or workshop producing “well made” stuff is fairly new and limited; as far as I can determine it has its roots in the work of Henry Ford, when his assembly-line methods forced meaningful craftsmanship out of the workplace: work became rote, and independent of operator choice or initiative. There’s a contemporary echoing of the Ford-assembly-line mindset in the [the highly industrialized and successful] Taylor Guitar factory’s owner telling his workers that he “doesn’t want to see anyone doing lutherie [on his premises]”. Unrecognized forms of craftsmanship survive in all kinds of not-well paid occupations: in the kitchen, the office, the beauty salon, the garden, and even the pool hall.

ENDNOTE 2: Strange though the question about the importance of a tree might be, it is — in metaphorical form — at the center of the subject matter I’m addressing. I’m exploring whether or not hand skills are important in their own right and, if so, how. It’s no different from asking whether a tree is important in itself, or whether it is important only insofar as it is useful for something, and otherwise negligible. It’s a fundamental question. It’s about basic values. And that being the case, debaters who take opposite positions on this matter will often defend theirs — like the battle of The Alamo down in Texas — to the death.

The matter becomes more manageable if one ascribes some importance to hand skills and trees as part of a group. I mean, to talk about the importance of one tree, or one hand skill, is loaded with difficulty — especially if you are a participant in the thing being debate; that is to say, if you happen to be a tree or a person with a hand skill, how can you deny your own importance?

ENDNOTE 3: I’m using this phrase because I’ve liked it ever since the superman movies I saw when I was young impressed the phrase “truth, justice, and the American way” on my young consciousness. It sounds good. And it’s true. For guitar makers, a proof of this can be found in the recently passed Lacey act — which is an attempt to make it illegal to log and trade in endangered woods, and which I’ve written about elsewhere. The Lacey act was conceived and passed with commercial lumber-using interests in mind; it is otherwise heedlessly letting the needs of craftsmen and artisans fall between the cracks. No one in Washington gave the small-scale wood users such as guitar makers a thought. In contrast, Canada recognizes the value of its craftsmen and artists and has an active national grants program for fostering and supporting them.

ENDNOTE 4: One example of a lost skill set is the thoroughly outdated methods by which Walt Disney’s animated movies used to be made and which no one would ever think of resorting to again. When I was young all those movies were produced by studio artists, one hand-drawn and hand-painted frame at a time, then photographed one frame at a time, and then collated to create the illusion of movement and action. It took thousands of color images, each minutely different from the previous one in order to suggest motion, to make each hour-plus long movie. It took thousands of skilled hours of work hours to sketch, calibrate, color, and photograph each one. Then, once they were photographed, these still images lost their cinematic usefulness and became souvenirs at Disneyland.

Today, no one would make a movie in that manner; it would be prohibitively expensive. Instead, images are generated, enhanced, colored, and proportioned by [technicians who operate] computers. The artistry and hand skills that were formerly needed to make the older films are not needed and will probably never be used again. Speaking of film making, for that matter, there’s the related matter of the general disappearance of film in photography, negatives developing and processing, film photography equipment and techniques, and film itself. As far as still photography goes, the original camera-settings and darkroom skills have been made obsolete by point-and-click auto-focus cameras, zippy filters and lighting, and post-production Photoshop techniques.

ENDNOTE 5: It’s a safe bet that current reality will usually be reported in terms of “newsworthy” political, economic, technological, business-related, scientific, entertainment-industry, or military advances or losses. This will include things like jobs, national security, viability of the middle class, international trust and prestige, racism, plummeting educational test scores, teenage pregnancies, the stock market, the value of the dollar, cancer, the conspiracies of the liberal media, the latest TV dramas, votes/influence/corruption, what to do about illegal immigrants and/or the aged, abortion, depletion of natural resources, natural and man-made disasters, control of the White House, market share, family values, taxation, weight loss, sports, the spread of AIDS, world food and water supply, sports, the state of our competitive edge, poverty, Setting The Historical Record straight, statisticized information about this, that, and the other, homosexuality, Democracy, consumer confidence, trade imbalances, murders, thefts and scandals, global warming, justice, unemployment, degradation of the environment, God’s plan, military superiority, wars, arms races . . . and so on. There is also a large dollop of legal and ethnic developments, current social culture and politics, world economic shifts, proofs of erosion of the middle class, and commentaries on social mores interpreted through statistics and Biblical ethics. They are all reported, argued and espoused with the seriousness, focus, and single-mindedness of a water buffalo in rut — but with commercial breaks. Even the weather gets regular air time. Loss of hand skills — and certainly musical instrument making skills — is way, waaay, waaaaay down on the official list. No encouragement that I’m aware of comes from any media (and certainly not from any television, computer, gamester, or movie screen) for today’s youth to get their hands calloused or dirty; that’s blue collar work and everybody wants to be part of the middle class. What’s notable about these is that in all of them, regardless of whatever work, gain, or loss is being paraded about, it’s the meaningful part of any of it — the part that might make one feel that one’s day was personally well spent and that anyone is a little bit better for it — that gets ignored. We are, as a nation, fascinated by ranking, quantity, order of priority, and shock-and-awe.

ENDNOTE 6: You may recall the joke about the sign behind the counter of the neighborhood repair/fix-it shop: “FAST, CHEAP, AND QUALITY SERVICE. Pick any two”. One can play with this idea. Imagine a sign in a restaurant that reads: “INEXPENSIVE, QUICKLY SERVED, SATISFYING FOOD. Pick any two”.

ENDNOTE 7: A word about significance, here. Recently, the sports section carried a story of how Adam Scott, a golfer who had a four-shot lead in the final round of the British Open, surprised everyone by having such bad form in the final four holes that he lost to golfer Ernie Els — who was equally surprised — by one stroke. One wonders what, exactly, this says about skill as opposed to luck in golf — and, hence, the significance of winning? I mean, what exactly does Mr. Els’ victory mean, in this instance? It’s not a bad question. I’d say that if you can’t attach significance to the result, then you might think about connecting it to the intent. Doesn’t that sound like a sensible thing to do?

ENDNOTE 8: With the exception of deserts and mountains, some nations and a few castles, pyramids, and coastlines that have lasted for some centuries, everything else man-made — culture, forms of government, architecture, language, even Gods and religions — have changed. The other constants such as life, sex, death, gravity, the appeal of pleasure and the avoidance of pain, and the need to earn one’s bread by the sweat of one’s brow . . . are not man-made, and are likely to be permanent.

The institution of marriage, which we want to think of as timeless, is much younger than any of these. Historically, it arose with the concept of private property — and society’s consequent need to identify a legal heir to it. Engagement periods weren’t exactly romantic idylls: they were put in place to show that the bride wasn’t already carrying someone else’s child. Calculations of many sorts were obviously already in operation.

ENDNOTE 9: These independent forces and principles might be natural laws, but they’re just as likely to be artifacts of accepted and unquestioned social contracts and conventions. In the brilliant book The Production of Desire author Richard Lichtman points out that the social, economic, and psychological paradigms that have informed intellectual life in the 20th century — how we think the human psyche, Capitalism, the world, etc. work — are typically and unquestioningly accepted as being the natural and unavoidable state of things. Very few people concern themselves with understanding how things got to be as they are, in spite of the fact that these are fascinating and momentous narratives. Yet it’s impossible to talk about, let alone change, a thing meaningfully without a knowledge of the history and nature of that which is being looked at. It’s not unlike trying to make a really good guitar without having any idea of how the thing actually works.

ENDNOTE 10: Given the difficulties with producing income, I’d think it would be prudent to land on the satisfaction side of this equation, myself. But regardless of that, I’m unable to imagine that we’ll ever entirely get past the need for surgeons and dentists and at least a minimal number of tailors, builders, jewelers, hair dressers, immigrant farm workers, painters, gardeners, artisans, machinists, blacksmiths, masseurs, sculptors, guitar and violin makers, and even musicians.]

ENDNOTE 11: In what film, book, T.V. show, or stage production (except My Dinner With Andre, of course) have you ever seen anyone cook or eat an entire meal? Or struggle for a whole evening with their income tax? Or fix a screen door? Or read a magazine while sitting for forty minutes in a doctor’s or veterinarian’s waiting room? Or wash, dry, and sort a basket of laundry? Or watch all nine innings of a baseball game? Or sit through a whole game of poker or monopoly? Or . . . well, you get the idea. It’s almost all staged, timed, compressed, made up, rehearsed, choreographed, themed, dramatized, artificial . . . and reassuring that the order of things will prevail.

ENDNOTE 12: The trajectory is this: once everything in the world is gobbled up Capitalism will start eating itself, and then die.

And speaking of Capitalism, a movie critic recently reviewed a crime thriller and quipped that it was a Capitalist movie — in the sense that crime stories are the only genre in which people are motivated exclusively by the pursuit of money. That seemed like a sensible insight to me.

ENDNOTE 13: It occurs to me that a good name for a custom-made bike shop would be The Bespoke Cyclery.

ENDNOTE 14: I’m not putting anyone down by saying any of this; none of these are bad people. And I’m not saying that learning to build a guitar isn’t a respectable hand skill: it is exactly that. I’m just calling it as I’ve seen it; opportunities of any in-depth training are few and far between. As a matter of fact, I should add that there are some glowingly positive things about allowing people to learn from their own mistakes rather than their losing their most valuable and spellbinding learning experiences through having been too rigidly educated. And there are some very highly skilled luthiers practicing this art and craft today who have learned by sticking with it, doing increasingly better work, and by toughing it out. It’s just that most of them don’t teach anyone else — so the continuity and handing on factors are missing. There are exceptions to this, of course; but I’m talking about the situation in general. The basic cultural principle that seems to be operating here is: there’s money in doing; not so much in teaching. Go out and do. And later, if you have time, write a book about it. But if we’re focusing on continuity, then removing the mechanisms and traditions for the passing on of one’s skills, experience, and perspectives to one’s followers becomes a kind of . . . well . . . perversion, doesn’t it?

I’d think that being part of a tradition is entirely compatible with being a rugged individualist, which value our culture seems to hold onto with single-minded focus well into the 21st century. At the same time though, we are all urged, with even more force, to be staunch team players. Doesn’t anyone see a contradiction here? I mean, look at how we’ve treated our various societal, governmental, and industrial whistle blowers. Interestingly, this is very much the theme of Herman Wouk’s The Caine Mutiny, which was made into a film that you may have seen. The story’s central drama is that the Caine’s captain has a personality meltdown in the middle of an oceanic storm that is threatening to capsize his ship; his second-in-command takes control of the ship and saves it. He is subsequently court-martialed for mutiny. He is at the end saved by his very smart lawyer — in spite of the fact that the lawyer felt that his client (as well as the other officers) should have had greater loyalty to the captain in the middle of the typhoon because the captain had, after all, been a loyal and dutiful Navy team player for so many years. The kid who pointed out that the Emperor was naked could now be in danger of being put in jail for agitation and disseminating propaganda.

ENDNOTE 15: Not to continue to beat a dead horse but the time factor, while real enough, is somewhat of a red herring. The real culprit is the shift in people’s self-sufficiency and self-reliance — which represents a profound change in culture. I’ve already commented on the split between the cultural imperatives to be self-reliant and at the same time a good team player. And as far as my experiences in the world of woodworking go, let me share something else with you.

I am friends with some of the folks who work in the local lumberyards and wood outlets. They of course deal with woodworkers of all kinds: sculptors, contractors, cabinetmakers, weekend hobbyists, ebanistes, and amateurs. And they report on two categories of exchanges that pop up frequently enough that they become points of conversation. One is the example of a customer who walks in and wants to buy some wood for, say, making a bookcase. This customer walks in with no opinions, sense, idea, sense of color, or plan of his/her own, and expects to be told what kind of wood to buy that will be good for making a bookcase. And, incidentally, the customer is not interesting in purchasing or reading a woodworking book. I suspect that this kind of thing happens more frequently in modern urban centers than in the more traditional and people-sized communities, but here is a mindset of being prepared to be given all the information (and materials) necessary in order for a project to be carried through to a successful conclusion — with minimal involvement on the customer’s part. Does this not ring a bell with at least some of you who are reading this? (“Bookcasewood? You’re lucky: we just got a shipment of it in!”)

The second category of customer is one that is also being more frequently seen by wood purveyors: that of the modern, with-it, and technically savvy person who has researched the newest techniques for making something and is buying the raw materials in preparation for having the various components laser-cut so that they can be assembled with least waste of time and effort — and probably materials as well. Yet, it does not seem to occur to these sophomores that their projects will contain no craftsmanship of the traditional kind, at all: the skill and craftsmanship will have all gone into the planning and calculating. They are bypassing actual craftsmanship with all the élan of speeding along the interstate highway, right past all the towns that lie between the start of the journey and its final destination, and that might otherwise enrich the trip with points of interest. And does this not ring a bell with at least some of you who are reading this? (“Three hours? Man, you really assembled that fast!”)

ENDNOTE 16: This includes – certainly in the U.S. — craftspeople, artisans, and small-scale businesspeople who practice manual arts of various kinds for which, while schooling and informal classes exist for them, have to meet no (or nominal) formal certification or membership requirements. This group includes violin makers, artists, jewelers, sculptors, typists and computer programmers, musicians, tennis and ping-pong players, welders, wood turners, fighters, horticulturists, potters and ceramicists, tailors, furniture makers, organic farmers, jugglers, cooks, construction people, quilters, knitters, glass blowers, masseurs, beauticians/manicurists, decorative wood carvers, mosaicists, bow and knife makers, Rolfers, carpenters, etc. Those who do require more formal education and licensing to exercise their manual skills would be people like surgeons, dentists and dental technicians, mechanics, draftsmen, optical technicians, electricians, plumbers, demolition experts, chefs, etc.

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The Guitar as An Emergent System – An Interesting Perspective

by Ervin Somogyi

I get some interesting ideas and insights from books. Recently I read a thought-provoking one, The Social Animal, by New York Times writer David Brooks. It’s about the fantastic subtleties involved in growing up, learning, maturing, developing ourselves as individual and social personalities, and fitting into the world as social animals. It’s all complicated, really amazing and totally cool. In touching on the nature of such complicated systems, Brooks devotes a section of the book to emergent systems theory. I’d not heard about this before. But in reading Brooks’ description of this new way (for me, at least) of regarding how complex things work, I immediately thought of the guitar. For those of you who are interested, this information is contained in pages 107-112 of Brooks’ book; I will be liberally quoting and paraphrasing from the author’s remarks in this section.

THE ARGUMENT

Brooks introduces readers to emergent systems by describing how throughout most of human history, people have tried to understand their world through reductive reasoning. That is to say, they have been inclined to take things apart to see how they worked. Reductionism has been the driving force behind much of the nineteenth and twentieth century’s scientific research; the main idea here is that in order to comprehend nature, we must decipher its components; that once we understand the parts it will be easy to grasp the whole. It’s an intellectual Divide and Conquer mindset that applies to pretty much all formal areas of traditional study: biology, zoology, anatomy, botany, cytology, entomology, ichthyology, agronomy, herpetology, geology, mycology, ornithology, economics, and a whole series of other things. One can even go so far as to say that these are the intellectual equivalent of performing autopsies and inventories of things in order to understand them. (By the way, autopsies and inventories are, etymologically and essentially, quite similar. Autopsy comes from the Greek autoptes, meaning seeing with one’s own eyes. Inventory comes from the Latin in + venire, meaning to come upon — which root also gives us the word invent. To invent something was not to make, create, or originate it, as an “inventor” might; it literally meant for one to find, stumble upon, or discover something — with one’s own eyes, of course. We get the word inventory, from the same source: it is the action of finding something by one’s self. That’s not all that much different from checking something out with one’s own eyes.)

In illustrating his point about the prevalence of reductive reasoning, Brooks mentions that we have been trained to study atoms and superstrings in order to understand the universe; molecules to comprehend life; individual genes to understand complex behavior; prophets to see the origins of fads and religions; the helical structure of DNA to understand organic development; etc.. To repeat: we are encouraged to understand a problem by dissecting it into its various parts . . . and then subdividing these too, if we can. As a matter of fact, this idea gave us the word atom, which literally means “that which can’t be cut or split apart any further”. As far as personality is concerned, the scientific conceit is that we can understand a person if we just tease out and investigate his DNA and his environmental influences. Or, on a different level, it is believed that we can understand things like the violin and the guitar if we carefully examine the physical parameters of their various components. This deductive mode that we’ve all been encouraged to use is the hallmark of conscious cognition: it informs the sort of comprehension that is linear and logical. Science and engineering meet in the place where we see and grasp the world through its constituents, one step and link at a time. It is, in fact, the essential feature of the Western search for ultimate knowledge.

However, Brooks points out that the reductionist approach falls down in one important regard: it can’t explain dynamic complexity — which is the essential feature of a human being, a biological or ecological system, a culture, a society, a business community (such as the electronics or film industry), and even such things as political and military campaigns. Put in different words: autopsies are a great way to examine and comprehend static physical structure — such as the neuron or the brain; but they don’t work very well to grasp dynamic, interactive systems such as the mind — or even , as I suggested above, even a violin or a guitar. And it is not at all false to say that people who have been interested in these instruments as music-producers have studied them by essentially performing autopsies on them. Well, O.K.: I’ll grant you that it is easier to study a bird on the dissecting table than it is in flight. But doesn’t it occur to people that in doing so they might be missing something? In this discussion we are presently at a crossroads, and looking in the direction of the non-Western ways of attaining knowledge of the world.

EMERGENT SYSTEMS: AN EXPLANATION

Given all this, Brooks points out that recently, in scientific and academic communities, there has come about a greater appreciation for the structures of emergent systems. Emergent Systems are complexes that sort of come about by, of, and through themselves; they occur when their different existing elements come together and produce something that is greater than the sum of their parts. Or, to put it differently, the pieces of a system interact and something new emerges out of their interaction. Some given examples are when benign things like air and water come together and sometimes, through a certain pattern of interaction, a hurricane emerges; life, feathers, wings, and air can combine to produce flight; a man and a woman marry and produce a relationship; sounds and syllables come together and produce a story that has an emotional power that is irreducible to its constituent parts. The ocean is an emergent system. So is an economy. And so are the previously mentioned examples of dynamic complexity.

According to Brooks, one characteristic of emergent systems is that they don’t rely upon a central controller; instead, once a pattern of interaction is established, it has a “downward influence” on the behaviors of all the components. Brooks gives an example of an ant colony that stumbles upon a new food source. No dictator ant has to tell the colony to reorganize itself to harvest that source; instead, one ant, in the course of his normal foraging, stumbles upon the food. Then a neighboring ant will notice that ant’s change in direction, and then a neighbor of that ant will notice the change, and pretty soon “local information can lead to global wisdom”. The entire colony will have a pheromone superhighway to harvest the new food source. A change has been quickly communicated through the system, and the whole colony mind has restructured itself to take advantage of this new circumstance — without any conscious decision to make the change having been made. Yet, a new set of arrangements has emerged and, once the custom has been set, future ants will automatically conform.

Biological and meteorological emergent systems are very good at passing down patterns of phenomena and activity across many generations. Mountains, rivers, tides, and the rotation of the earth have produced predictable weather patterns. If you put ants in a large earth-filled container or tray, they will build a colony. They will also build a cemetery for dead ants, and the cemetery will be as far as possible from the colony. They will also build a garbage dump, which will be as far as possible from both the colony and the cemetery. No individual ant will have worked out the geometry. In fact, each individual ant may be blind to the entire structure. Instead the individual ants followed local cues. Other ants adjusted to the cues of a few ants, and pretty soon the whole colony had established a precedent of behavior. Once this precedent has been established, thousands of generations can be born and the wisdom will endure. Once established, the precedents exert their own “downward force”.

There are emergent systems all around, as I hinted above. Brooks points out that besides ants and bee colonies, the brain is also an emergent system. An individual neuron in the brain does not contain an idea, say, of an apple; but out of the pattern of firing of millions of neurons, the idea of an apple emerges. Genetic transmission is an emergent system; out of the interaction of many different genes and many different environments, certain traits such as aggressiveness might emerge.

THERE ARE EMERGENT SYSTEMS OF ALL KINDS

A marriage is an emergent system; when a couple comes in for marriage therapy, there are three patients in the room: the husband, the wife, and the marriage itself. The marriage is the living history of all the things that have happened between the husband and wife. Once the precedents are set, and have permeated both brains, the marriage itself begins to shape their individual behavior; it has an influence all its own though it exists in the space between them.

Cultures are emergent systems. There is no one person who embodies the traits of American or Mexican or Chinese culture. There is no dictator determining the patterns of behavior that make up the culture. But out of the actions of relationships of millions of individuals, certain regularities do emerge. Once those habits arise, then future members of those groups adopt them unconsciously.

This applies to all facets of a society, including things like the etiology of illness (i.e., how can you prove that smoking or living near a chemical plant actually cause cancer?), the character and behaviors of the middle class, and even poverty. For example, studies of poverty have shown that growing up in poverty can lead to a lower IQ. However, it has not been shown — through many studies — that there is any single thing in an impoverished environment that is responsible for the deleterious effects on poverty. Mr. Brooks cites the work of Eric Turkheimer of the University of Virginia, who spent years trying to find which parts of growing up with a poor background produced the most negative results. Turkheimer could easily show the total results of poverty, but when he tried to measure the impact of specific variables he found there was nothing there. He conducted a meta-analysis of dozens of studies that scrutinized which specific elements of a child’s background most powerfully shaped cognitive deficiencies. The studies failed to demonstrate the power of any specific variable, even though the total effect of all the variables put together were very clear.

Brooks points out that such a thing obviously doesn’t mean you do nothing to alleviate the effects of poverty. It means that you don’t try to break down those effects into constituent parts and deal with them ad hoc. It’s the total emergent system that produces its effects. Therefore, for people dedicated to improvements in social, economic, and interpersonal human affairs, the most intelligent and useful way to go is to fixate on whole cultures, not specific pieces of them. No specific intervention (i.e., band-aid technique) is going to turn anything around. On the other hand, if the difficult thing about emergence is that it is very hard to find the “root cause’ of any problem in an emergent system, but if it is possible for negative cascades to produce bad outcomes, then it is equally possible to have positive cascades producing good ones.

WHAT DOES THIS HAVE TO DO WITH THE GUITAR?

In the same sense that a marriage can be seen as an emergent system, so can making a guitar — depending on whether the guitar is considered to be merely parts and woods that are the passive recipients of assembly procedures and string energies that the maker and player will serially impose their will on (as is the case in production work, or playing music note-by-note). This is not all that different from viewing a marriage as something in which one partner can rigidly expect the other to assume a certain role, to have only certain needs and obligations, and to not participate or take part in behavioral or emotional alternatives . . . or is instead seen as something that has a soul, significance, integrity, and freedom to grow of its own.

By the way, either of these positions might or might not be considered unintelligible foolishness by some readers. It is my opinion that these ways of looking at things are both “correct” and “legitimate”. But they are by no means equivalent; they represent fundamentally different approaches to how one understands and relates to the world. Discussing “reality” from these different vantage points is rather like a bird trying to talk to a fish. As an illustration, try to imagine a luthier such as myself having a chat regarding the right way to make a guitar with an industrialist like Bob Taylor. Or, perhaps, a “liberal” having a conversation about family values with a “conservative”.

Getting back to the guitar (and making a successful one, in the sense of it having a good sound): does all the above not remind us, first of all, of how we have all been taught to think about achieving that result? One’s quest focuses on the guitar’s various specific parts and elements — most notably the top (it’s called the soundboard for a reason), and on specific elements of the top. This includes the choice of wood, its worked thickness and tapering, the pattern and positioning of the bracing, brace sizes and profiling, the bridge, the size of the soundhole, the tapering and shaping of the plate, the size and proportions of length to width, the top’s various specific vibrating modes, its mass, structure of the plate in terms of grain count, the string load the system is under (i.e., string gauge and scale), torque, coupling and decoupling points, doming vs. flat construction, energy vectors, grain count and orientation, Young’s modulus and stiffness-to-weight-ratios, wood moisture content, wood age and stability and, finally, the finish.

THE GUITAR AS AN “EMERGENT SYSTEM”

None of these factors are unimportant. It’s just that one doesn’t get very far by obsessing about any single one of these.* Also, there’s a lot more to the guitar and its sound than these structural and measurable data.

[* And it only gets one so far to treat these by formula. For that matter the same applies, on all levels, to current events, military events, and the current political scene in every nation. Citizens are forever being urged to focus on one or two currently best “pivotal” variables or measures by which to deal with economic conditions; or the problems of illegal immigration or international trade imbalances; or the most significant failing(s) of the opposition political party or troubling neighbor nation, etc.. Well, you get the idea.]

A discussion of the sound alone (i.e., the guitar’s voice, in the abstract) could take up a whole book, but I’m going to limit myself to a few of its qualities and characteristics a bit further on. A fuller discussion of that sound must also include who is playing the instrument, and what is his or her technique for pulling, picking, driving, strumming, hammering, tickling, stroking, or exciting the strings. Add to that, there’s the environment in which and conditions under which the guitar is being played: the size of the room, its acoustics, its temperature and humidity, the strings’ and the guitar’s own proper intonation, the guitar’s setup (i.e., its comfortable or uncomfortable mechanical playability), just exactly what is being played and what demands that music makes of the guitar — and even the age of the strings. The demands that the music and the strings make of the guitar will represent some constellation of dynamics, tonal balance (from bass to treble), head room (the ability of the guitar to play louder and louder without hitting an early limit), projection, warmth, volume, the proper amounts of sustain and midrange, overtones, clarity, separation, evenness of response from string to string and also up and down the neck, sweetness, color, brilliance, tambour, and the guitar’s “warming up” time. In addition, there’s the vigor of the player’s attack, the subtlety of his/her touch, and his/her general level of playing skill. Finally, from a Zen-ish point of view, there’s also the potential effect on the instrument of the player’s “vibe” and “spiritual mindset”. Add to all this the realm of psychoacoustics — that we hear things in part as a function of how we feel at the moment, and also how we have been trained to hear, and also our anatomical receptor equipment. And then there’s the entire body of scientific presentation of “the facts” through graphs, charts, Chladni patterns, holographic interferometric photography, oscilloscope representations of tonal peaks and valleys . . . and how this is all processed and understood. The bottom line is that there’s a lot of information present, enacted, and processed in every act of playing a guitar. And with all these factors being present whenever you hear guitar music, doesn’t it begin to seem that this qualifies as an Emergent System?

TWO PHENOMENOLOGICAL CLUES

As far as the guitar being an emergent system goes, it seems to me that there are two main phenomena going on. First, there’s the “skull barrier” side of coming to grips with the guitar. The “skull barrier” is Brooks’ phrase for the barrier between the conscious mind that is trying to juggle multiple factors simultaneously, and the mind that can handle those factors easily and without worrying about them. This applies to anyone who is trying to do any complicated work; it’s the barrier that has, on a different level, been called the Learning Curve. Brooks gives the example of learning to drive. At first one is almost paralyzed with keeping all the rules and requirements in mind: drive on the right side of the street, speed, traffic, braking and acceleration, timing, distance, pedestrians, stop signs and signal lights, right-of-way, listening to the radio, blind spots and obstructions in the field of vision, dashboard information, the rear-view and side mirrors, turn signals, bicyclists, road construction and detours, etc. etc. etc. Eventually, one does all of this without even thinking about it. While thinking about other things, actually. That’s the skull barrier. Brooks might just as easily have used the example of learning to use a typewriter, or — with an even greater skull barrier — learning a new language. The skull barrier certainly applies to guitar making; it can, in fact, be thought of as a very complicated somatic/cognitive/ intuitive language all its own.

Second: In addition to all the factors I’ve already listed, there’s a factor on the emergent systems side that I haven’t mentioned here yet — although I make reference to it in The Responsive Guitar. This is that the guitar actually functions as an emergent system, in that it interacts with itself, and also with the player. It’s just that few guitar makers have the vocabulary to talk about this and not come off sounding like used car salesmen or mystical nut jobs.

However, the truth is that, when they’re active, the guitar’s parts modulate one another. The modulation is contained in the innate elasticity of the vibrating plates (and other parts) that allows them to not just function as fixed acoustical-mechanical devices, but to adjust and accommodate in their behaviors to one another. In effect, to interact with and modify themselves, like dancers who respond to one another. Guitars can absolutely do this; they “warm up” and sound better after ten to thirty minutes of playing. How, exactly, do they do this?; no one really knows. They respond to the player’s touch as well; the better guitars even invite the player’s attuned touch so that the experience of playing is virtually interactive; it’s part of the magic. And this modulating phenomenon is only partly in the control of the maker: a lot of it is in the guitar itself. If this weren’t the case, then a guitar would always sound the same regardless of who played it, or when, or how; it would be an inorganic clone — which a well-made guitar is most certainly not. The luthier can acknowledge that this emergent phenomenon happens, or not; or he can either work to prevent it (overbuild) or to encourage it (get the balances “right”). But at bottom, the connections between the ability of the guitar’s vibrating plates to respond to each other and to the player, on the one hand, and the maker’s own specific work and interventions on the other, are mysterious.

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Thoughts About Creativity, Technical Work, and the Brain – [2/2]

Speaking of the internal cues that signal “it’s all right; it’s done and you can stop now”, I am reminded once again to Donald Trump. He has a big mouth and constantly demonstrates that he lacks any sense of propriety or boundaries – even a sense that things might be precariously out of balance and dangerous. And he cannot stop himself; not now… or ever. He’s missing any sense of “it’s done; you can stop now” — which is, in everyday life, a person’s ordinary and necessary sense of closure and satisfaction in things large and small. Trump doesn’t have that self-regulating function.

Living life like that, carrying a nameless discomfort around day and night, year after year, without it ever reaching orgasm (release or closure), must be a living hell. It does go a long way toward explaining Trump’s chronic insomnia. And maybe his compulsive licentiousness. He lacks the capacity to feel satisfied, even with his own prior decisions— although they are decisions in only the most primitive and unreliable sense of that word. Clearly, when one gives such people power they become dangerous. And one wonders why that person’s supporters have allowed that to happen, and for what reasons.

On the other side of the divide, people who are technicians (as opposed to those who rely heavily on internal cues) use precisely those left-brain tools: they stop when they have met the explicit requirements of their job assignment or task. Are they “right” or “wrong” to do this? Neither. They’re just following a different brain-map and a more or less mechanical set of “assembly instructions”. If we were looking at two guitar makers operating out of these different mindsets then we could say that one would essentially be making a sculpture and would stop “when it was done”, while the other would be using the Numbered Instructions Model, and would stop when the instructions ended. If these individuals were painters then one would essentially be painting from a live model and the other would be painting by numbers — much like Secretary of Defense Robert MacNamara had been doing when he was managing the Viet-Nam war; he’d been head of General Motors before then and his idea of running the war was to run it exactly like he’d run General Motors.

In the half-brain version of the previously given example of Engaging With An Enemy, the resolutions to such a task are unsatisfactory indeed. If you needed to engage with the enemy and had only a calculating brain, you’d very probably make up your mind that only one result was acceptable and go for it without flexibility, re-evaluation, or room for new input. Ecce Robert MacNamara – as well as General William Westmoreland and, later, Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld. If you had a Trumplike brain you would be announcing a new goal for the challenge every week and the troops in the field would be spinning their wheels until at the next election. The ineptness shown in these examples is breathtaking.

If these are silly examples they are also tragic ones, but they go to something that is equally basic to a certain kind of guitar making. For instance, my students have had a few breakthrough experiences in exploring this in their own guitar work. They’d ask me for an opinion of a bridge or rosette that they’d made… and perhaps be surprised that I was sort of lukewarm in my reception of it. We’d then sit down and discuss what I was seeing vs. what they were seeing — and what that was all about.

Those sessions never fail to be interesting: these individuals will have never yet been asked to sit down and simply look at something— and I do mean simply look at the thing, and think about it exactly as it is in the moment in and of and by itself, and how its various parts fit together, and how it fits into its own greater context, and certainly without anyone telling them what they should think about it.

They may have read books on how-to, or heard lectures about aesthetics, history of design, or concern with market value or the luthier who made a particular guitar, or had been made aware of other people’s pre-judgments and aesthetics (and unconsciously making these individuals into points of reference for how they should think about their own work)… but they had never been asked to think for themselves and have a sense of what they themselves really thought. I ask that one just look at something and get a sense of what it really is, and what one likes about it or dislikes about it, as it is at that moment… without me suggesting to them what they should think… and then talk to me about it.

About the political thing: it is clear to me that in that realm, too, people have never been allowed nor encouraged… to… uh… simply… think… for… themselves. But that is a great way to get in touch with a sense of whether “it’s done, I can relax now” or not.

Anyway, who knew that guitar making and politics were so intimately connected?

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Thoughts About Creativity, Technical Work, and the Brain – [1/2]

I’ve been writing about the creative process, which is a significant part of my own work. Although I don’t have formal certification or credentials in this area, I consider myself to be knowledgeable in matters of creativity and the workings of the human brain; I may not be an “expert” but I am certainly a well informed amateur. Part of my education in these matters is that I notice things in the world around me; and I do a lot of writing. Writing helps me to sort out the things I’ve noticed and make sense of them. It helps me to discover things I didn’t know that I knew, or connections that were there to be made but that I hadn’t made yet. I think you might enjoy some of my mental meanderings as regards creativity.

We can start with the fact that I am a guitar maker. And, as a guitar maker, I want my instruments to “look right”.

“Well, of course,” one can say. “Who doesn’t? But what does that actually mean?” Well, it means one of two things. Either someone is completing a project whose parameters and details have been decided from the outset, or one is doing something personal and winging it on a creative impulse. In the first case the project is “done” when the recipe has been fulfilled; the thing “looks right” because that means the same thing as having followed the recipe. Alternately, when one is approaching a “creative” project in a mechanical way, and the project has to be delivered by a certain deadline, the place to stop is when the time allotted has expired; the project is done, by definition. In the second case there is no recipe or fixed deadline to rely on; the project is “completed” and the thing looks “right” when it “feels” right and one “knows” that nothing else remains to be done. Thus, the right look actually has two distinct meanings. To illustrate them one can imagine a project that entails engaging with an enemy. When the project is done in the army way it is completed when the enemy is dead. When the project is done in the creative or personal way, it may be completed when one has won the enemy over and befriended him, or negotiated a peace with him.

One interesting way to get a handle on these distinct aspects of “the right look” has been through studies of the brain – about which some interesting research has been done lately. Some of this research has focused on certain unfortunate individuals who had, for one medical reason or another, needed to have the entire right or left lobe of their brains surgically removed. This horrible circumstance presented a unique opportunity for studying such subjects after they returned to “normal post-surgical life”. Except that their lives were not “normal” any longer.

The Right half of the brain, the scientists have told us, is responsible for imagination, emotion, lateral thinking, creativity, intuitive connectivity, and capacity to appreciate beauty. The Left half is the critical mind: it carries out the functions of linear thinking, logic, assessment, planning, and calculation. And the surgical recoverees were observed to have new deficits in their mental lives that were, unsurprisingly, a direct function of which half of their brains they’d lost.

[EDITORIAL NOTE: the concept of strict division of right-brain/left-brain functions has taken some hits lately as the scientific community has published studies on the plasticity of the brain and how one half of it can learn to take over some of the functions of the other half. Still, if one really only has one half of a brain, I think we can be given a bit of slack in being categorical about how the brain works; if there is only one half a brain, there is no other half to share plasticity with. Also, even though having only half a brain is an extreme circumstance, it can be useful to push something to an extreme in order to make a point about, or to get insights into, that thing. Extreme doesn’t necessarily invalidate.]

Individuals who lost the emotional part of their brains were found to retain memory as well as verbal, computational, and mechanical skills. But they lost the ability to make personal on-the-spot decisions based in personal preference — such as we all make a thousand times a day without even stopping to think about it. Such people would be completely stymied, for example, in trying to figure out where to go for the weekend, or even which breakfast cereal they’d most enjoy eating — without making long lists of these choices’ various pros and cons. If Mr. Spock had lost his right brain just before the Klingons attacked the Enterprise then he’d have to make lists of every possible scenario involved in responding to the attack, and they would have taken over the Enterprise before he got halfway through with that list.

On the other hand, individuals who’d lost the left halves of their brains couldn’t plan their way out of a paper bag. They couldn’t hold thoughts together. Their lives were dominated by impulse. They’d lost the ability to engage in calculation and goal-oriented, systematic (first-this-then-that), exploratory (what if), critical (i.e., if-this-then-that type), or even ordinary sorting-this-out-from-that thinking. Most terribly, they had lost the capacity to feel personally invested in anything, in the moment – which has everything to do with getting the normal internal cues to any sense of “rightness” or “wrongness” of anything. These people became incapable of making assessments. Their “thinking” also lacked any sense of complexity, comparative significance, consequences, depth, flexibility, or carry-over. They really were stuck in the realm of impulse. And, needless to say, they were as incapable of meaningful personal attachments as they were unable to engage in disciplined behavior.

Ecce Donald Trump who, as I write this in 2017, gives every sign of being genuinely brain damaged in this way. He seems equally upset by being given a bad tweet by a nine-year-old as he is by a criticism from a head of state. He has no sense of proportion or carry-over; he doesn’t remember what he said last week; he spends time insisting that Mexico to pay for a wall instead of appointing the ambassadors, officials, and functionaries who would be making the government function. With Trump the dial is always set at the same number and the oven is always set at the same temperature regardless of what’s being baked. Please, re-read the previous paragraph.

An ability to sense the “rightness” or “wrongness” of things, just mentioned above, brings us to the doorstep of art and design — in which the dominant mindset is the striving to arrive at the internal cues that signal “it’s right and it’s done and I can stop now.” The striving can be endlessly modified by training and experience all life long; but the artist (or cook, athlete, gardener, fisherman, etc.) stops only when he knows it’s time to stop; short of that, he keeps on working, expressing, and seeking. There is otherwise no calculation, statistic, timer, rule book, syllabus, recipe, blueprint, or deadline to otherwise tell him that his task is complete. Those are all left-brain tools. The artist simply stops when he “knows” that it’s time to stop.

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A CHRISTMAS STORY

[November, 2016]

There’s a story that I’ve loved ever since I first heard it.  It comes courtesy of Alexander Woolcott, whom you may have heard of.  Mr. Woolcott was the Dean of American Letters in the 1930s and 1940s.  He knew everyone who was anyone and was the most respected single voice in the world of American arts and literature.  His opinion of who was who, and what was good or not good – in both literature and the theatre — carried great weight.

Woolcott lived in the Algonquin Hotel in Manhattan.  Because of Woolcott’s reputation and activities, the Algonquin management was good enough to set aside one of its rooms as a meeting place for anyone and everyone who was in town and desired stimulating and pleasurable conversation. The centerpiece of the room was a large round table — the fabled Algonquin Round Table.  And around it sat many of the most significant thinkers of the day in the fields of literature, the arts, science, business, sociology, the theatre, psychology, film, economics, books, culture in general and even politics — all in free exchange of their beliefs, ideas, and knowledge.  

The Algonquin round table ran from 1919 to 1929, in open discussion, and without any particular agenda other than to cast light on things and brainstorm.  As I said, anyone who was in town and cared to have serious conversation about past, current, and future events – or just  otherwise participate — was welcome to do so.  Our phrase ‘round table discussion’ originated there.  That cultural Mecca was the epicenter for one of the most significant outpouring of intellectual, artistic, economic, and creative thought and stimulation the modern world has known — and it was Mr. Woolcott’s invention and gift.  You can learn more about it through Wikipedia.

Woolcott was a writer as well as an opinion maker, and he penned the following Christmas story that has long been dear to my heart.  I’ll try to tell it as well as he did.   I like the story because it seems to recognize the good in people that often goes unrecognized.  It is, in its own way, a story about me, and you, and our neighbors.

I hope this doesn’t come off as too preachy and treacly.  But it’s a story that has always brought a lump to my throat, when I think of it.

The story begins on a cold, bleak Christmas Eve.  It’s Winter; the day has worn away, and it’s getting dark.  An icy, cutting wind is blowing through the town’s empty streets.  These are completely deserted.  The townspeople are at home, in front of their fires with their families, with festive Christmas dinners soon to be had.  All is quiet and still except for the whistle of the wind, and the incessant blowing of the sleety wind.  There is an unexpected movement in the stillness, however.  It’s an old beggar, poorly clothed and huddled in a doorway, trying to escape the freezing shafts of the wind.  The poor man looks like he’s seen much better days.  He moves along the street from doorway to doorway, slowly, trying to huddle out of the wind, and driven by the freezing cold.  He seems to have no destination other than any little shelter he can find.  After a while he reaches the town’s church, whose doorway is deeper and offers some greater degree of protection from the chill; he retreats into it as far as he can.  And, pressing his back against the door, he is surprised to find it yielding.  It has been left unlocked.  He pushes it open and, cautiously, goes into the church.

The building is empty.  All is quiet.  The lights of many candles illuminate the space with a warm and intimate glow.  And in the front, at the altar, a Christmas feast has been laid out.  There are also festively wrapped packages and presents in a pile on the floor; the congregation has made lavish gifts to the Christ Child to celebrate his birth.  Among the offerings and fineries there are bolts of expensive, colorful cloth.  And in the center of it all is a table laden with delicacies that will be consumed in a short while, when the church members come in for that night’s special Christmas service.

The old beggar looks at this display hungrily.  He hasn’t eaten in days.  Cautiously, he approaches the table, drawn to its odors and promise of plenty, looking about to see if anyone is going to raise an alarm.  But no: he is alone.  He takes a little food . . . and then some more food.  He eats, ravenously and gratefully, until he is satisfied.  It’s not cold in the church, but with his tummy full now, and his blood going to it, he feels the cold.  He wraps some of the cloths around himself to warm himself.  The fabrics are of bright, vibrant hues.

Being wrapped in such festive colors, and being surrounded by the churchly shine and glitter, the beggar remembers that many years ago, when he was a young man, he worked in a circus.  He was a juggler, and did his work in brightly colored clothing.  The colors, lights, and sparkle have reminded him of that circus life left behind long, long ago, and that he hadn’t thought about in many years.  

He has not done any juggling since he left the circus; and it occurs to him to wonder if he can still do it.  So he goes to a large fruit bowl in the middle of the table and takes some apples from it, and begins to juggle a few of them. He can still do it!  Slowly, revived by the food he’s just eaten, and being warmed up by his wrappings, and also loosening up the muscles of his arms and hands with the exercise of juggling, he gradually juggles faster.  His coordination starts to come back to him.  And he takes more apples from the bowl, and juggles them!  Pretty soon, he’s juggling more things than he’s ever juggled before.  He’s never juggled this well!  He’s inspired!  It is a magical, private moment.

But it is only a moment, and after a while the impulse and inspiration pass.  It’s time for him to go; people will soon be arriving.  The beggar puts the apples back into the bowl.  He removes his warming fabrics, re-folds them, and goes out, back into the cold dark night.  The church is silent.

Unbeknownst to the beggar, two priests have been watching him from an alcove behind a curtain.  After he has left, one of the priests turns to the other and says, “Did you see that?  Did you see what that filthy old beggar did?  He touched our Christ’s gifts.  He ate his food.  He played with it!  What a sacrilege!  What a desecration!”

His companion, who is the older and wiser of the two, slowly turns to him and says, “oh . . . is that how you saw it?  I saw it differently.  You know, our congregants are prosperous people.  Yes, they have bought many fine gifts for our Christ and our church.  But they lead comfortable lives and these things are easy for them to buy and give.  This old man, he gave a gift too.  But . . . he gave of his ability.  He gave of his skill.  He gave of himself.  Truly, he gave the finest gift of all”. 

 That, my friends, is a generous insight.  And at times I think that this is us, the artists and guitar makers and musicians . . . and parents and homemakers . . . and healers and teachers . . . and anyone else like us who do the best we can in spite of hardships . . . of which there are plenty all around us.

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And, speaking of the finest gift of all, this brings me to someone who has made no discernible gifts to anyone, ever: the new prez, Mr. Trump; he never seems to have had a generous impulse or warm thought.  As I write this, the 2016 elections are three days behind me and I feel ill.  

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The Taku Sakashta Guitar Project

February, 2013

The guitar making community lost a valued member on February 11, 2010, when Japanese-American luthier Taku Sakashta was killed outside of his workshop in Rohnert Park, California. I knew Taku for 15 years and was his colleague and friend. He was a uniquely hard-working individual as well as a luthier of rare talent. Those familiar with his work know that Taku brought a very Japanese aesthetic to it, such that his guitars were imbued with a cleanness of line that echoed the sensibility of the traditional Japanese rock garden. Taku’s workmanship was imaginative, original, and faultlessly CLEAN.

Taku’s murderer was caught, tried, and sent to prison for life. In the aftermath of these events Taku’s widow Kazuko sought to put proper closure to her husband’s affairs; so she asked a number of Taku’s closest luthier friends to take on and complete a number of guitar commissions that Taku had begun. I accepted one of these, and am close to being finished with it. It’s a guitar made mostly by me, with Taku’s woods, using Taku’s molds and templates. The result is the world’s only Somogyi-Sakashta guitar. It is presently in the hands of Larry Robinson, who is doing the final inlay work; he and Taku had already discussed an inlay motif before Taku died.

I don’t want to make this narrative very long; the whole point of it is to just announce the (almost) completion of this special project. But if anyone wants to know more of the facts and details please get in touch with me and I’ll give them the longer story.

Also, if anyone wishes to send a donation to Kazuko at this date, the gesture will be appreciated as much as if it had been offered nearer Taku’s death; the help is still needed. For those wishing to send a check or money-order, it should be made out to either Kazuko Sakashita or to Taku Sakashta Guitars (NOTE: ‘Sakashita’ is pronounced ‘Sakashta’): the account is in both these names. Donations should be sent to: Wells Fargo Bank c/o account No. 7478-148203, Elmwood branch, 2959 College Avenue, Berkeley, California, 94705. For those wishing to send a wire transfer of funds, it should be sent to the same account at the same bank, under the same name, and to the wire transfer-routing ABA number 121-000-248.

For those wishing to send woods, tools, materials, or anything else that cannot be sent into a bank account, luthier Tom Ribbecke has volunteered to be a repository of such more concrete donations, until they can be sold at auction together with Taku’s tools and woods. Todd Taggart of Allied Lutherie has generously volunteered to deal with that. Shipping of these donations should be made to Sakashta Memorial Fund, c/o Ribbecke Guitars, 498-D Moore Lane, Healdsburg, California, 75448. Tom gave me permission to also pass on his work phone number for anyone who feels the need to call him in regard to these matters: it is (707) 431-0125.

Sincerely, Ervin Somogyi

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Werewood

February, 2013

I’ve been making guitars for a long time. My approach to the selection of the topwood (which is commonly agreed on as being the soul of the guitar) relies on a favorable stiffness-to-weight ratio — more so than on the grain’s evenness, count, or color. The wood’s weight is critical to me: it’s half the formula. I’ve sorted through uncounted topwood sets in the last forty-plus years and the range of their densities has never failed to impress itself on me. The same has also been true of the many piles of spruce and cedar planks I’ve sorted through and made selections from. I’d handle planks that were so heavy that they seemed fresh-felled and still full of water; they’d be next to planks that were so light that you could sneeze and they’d practically blow off the pile. These woods were of comparable size and had been kiln-dried together, so the moisture content would have been the same. I assumed that this disparity was all normal and natural — but it was only recently that I’ve learned of one of the mechanisms by which Nature produces such variety. I came upon an article written by Ernst Zurcher (with an umlaut over the “u”), a Swiss forestry expert, that explained how wood retains different weight, durability, and working properties when it is felled in synchrony with various phases of the moon.

That article is titled “Lunar rhythms in forestry traditions: lunar-correlated phenomena in tree biology and wood properties”. Zurcher wrote it for Wood Sciences magazine, HG F.21, c/o the Department of Forest Sciences, Swiss Federal Institute of Technology, Zurich, ETH-Zentrum, Zurich CH-8092, Switzerland (email: ernst.zuercher@swood.bfh.ch). Zurcher, it turns out, has written extensively on this fascinating topic.

Zurcher’s article, focusing as it does on the matter of timing in tree-felling practices, gave me an insight into the variation in woods’ mass that I’d long noticed. Traditional European forestry practices depend on a mindset of selectivity that is not possible for modern commercial lumbering businesses to even consider: these clear by the acre or square mile, and certainly not only during certain phases of the moon. European woods that are purposefully felled in relation to the moon’s cycles are in fact called “full moon wood”, among other things. Somehow, I seem to want to call this material “werewood”. I’ve also discovered, since reading Zurcher’s article, that there are lots of people who know about such wood and have known about it long before I did.

Regardless of what such wood is called, Zurcher’s thesis is this: Since before the time of Christ, foresters have noticed that the woods they cut yielded different working and stabilizing properties, in direct correlation with where in the lunar cycle those woods are felled. Woods cut during the full moon, the new moon, or the waning moon, have consistently different characteristics. Therefore, a number of especially advantageous uses for timber could be correlated with specific felling dates. [NOTE: Technically, proper assessment of felling dates also includes the moon’s cycles of height-trajectory with respect to the earth’s horizon, which shift from high to low and back again during the lunar cycle. Also, besides the phases of the moon and its height-of-travel over the earth’s horizon, the practice of paying attention to the felling date of a wood has also included which sign of the Zodiac was dominant at the time. Wood-cutting practices in places as diverse as Bhutan and Mali follow these “rules”. No, I’m not making this up; read the article.]

Zurcher points out that this body of empirically collected wisdom applies to a range of practical wood uses as diverse as house construction, roof shingles, wooden chimneys (well, they had them in the old days), barrels for storing liquids, boxes for storing foodstuffs, fuel (firewood), plows, transportation of felled woods via river floatation, and even musical instrument soundboards. Furthermore, the general rules for felling woods seem to be very similar across the continents. Whether in the Alpine regions, the Near East, in Africa, India, Ceylon, Brazil, and Guyana, these traditions all seem to be based in matching and independent observations. Zurcher quite reasonably points out that in the past, people had more time and more peace and quiet in which to observe how things work; indeed, such knowledge would have been vital to them.

Interestingly, while the empirical knowledge gotten through centuries of hands-on forestry practices has necessarily resulted in a body of oral tradition, peasant wisdom, and folklore, there’s also a significant body of historical writing in which lunar rhythms (over and above the cycles of the seasons) are mentioned as having an influence on the growth, structures, characteristics, and properties of plants. For instance, the Roman statesman and writer Pliny had advice to give on tree cutting, as well advising farmers to pick fruit for the market vs. fruit for their own stores at different phases of the moon: for the former, fruit picked just before or at the full moon would weigh more; for the latter, fruit picked during the new moon would last better.

The variations in wood density that I’ve mentioned noticing make sense within the context of modern vs. traditional wood felling practices. Today, loggers will work a forest, stand, or acreage indiscriminately, until their quota is met. The job might take weeks or months. But then, leaving a denuded hillside, they’ll move on to another patch of land and do the same. Selectivity is per acreage and tonnage, set by commercial considerations and not per specific intended use of the wood harvest. This contrasts sharply with the traditional selectivity that would have been the rule in any aware, non-industrial community of foresters: you go in and select a limited amount of wood to be used for specific purposes; you don’t cut indiscriminately and ship out by the lumber-truckfull. You take what you need, until the next trip into the forest. It’s easy to understand that these different mindsets would include or exclude ancillary, contextual, environmental, meteorological, commercial, and/or scheduling concerns.

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