Good morning, Pythia.
Good morning, interviewer.
I’ve been listening to a preview of Domestic Engineering. Wow! The “Paying the
Bills” demo has to be the best song I’ve heard in my life. Can we expect work of this
calibre throughout the rest of the CD?
Of course! I really committed myself to the making of Domestic Engineering. Maybe I
drained my imagination, though. I don’t know. I have only a vicarious taste of the
domestic engineering industry.
Domestic Engineering is an extremely unique style of music. I’ve never heard
anything like it in my life. Did you have any musical influences in your composing?
There’s a bit of influence of a rather obscure ensemble called Random. I am not a fan of
Random, but the song “Baking Donuts” gave me some inspiration. Dad’s Sound Effects
record was another huge influence on me.
Because Domestic Engineering is so unique and promethean, you might meet
unfavorable criticism--which of course is unwarranted! What will say to critics who
accuse your music of being a bunch of sounds of household appliances?
I will tell them that they are correct! That’s what the music is--and what is should be! I
expect censure from philistines. Isn’t that the way it always is with masterpieces? When
Da Vinci first displayed his painting of Mona Lisa, a lot of people who knew Mona
formed a protest group. “This isn’t art!” they fulminated. “Why, it looks just like her;
where is the creativity? You might as well take a stinkin’ photograph!” Like
Domestic, the painting was a realistic facsimile of something from real life. The art that
hides by its own art, you know. I believe that critics are those people who cannot bear to
face reality; perhaps they find something alarmingly personal in Domestic that they would
rather avoid.
Your work definitely has an extremely personal, emotional quality to it. I would have
thought you had drawn from past experiences; it’s amazing that you can do so well
without!
I agree. I have been known become somewhat of an actress at times, so I guess that’s
what I was doing with Domestic.
If not personal experience, what inspired you?
I had a sense of duty. The world needed Domestic Engineering. It is such a down-to-earth
piece of music, which I believe does an extremely great job of relating the joy and agony
of quotidian household tasks. As I said before, I was not familiar with these tasks. After
creating and experiencing Domestic, I can feel them.
So, in essence, this is your way of praising important but otherwise unnoticed tasks.
Would you say that you are the champion of the common man?
Ha! Sorry, I couldn’t help but notice that you said “common man” rather than, say,
“common woman,” as if you are a bit of a feminist. You definitely implied that house work
should not be thought of as a woman’s domain. Fifty years ago, people would not
even have been able to comprehend that question! Now, I’m no feminist by today’s
standards, but--oh sorry, you were saying. . .
That is a wonderful point, Pythia! I was asking--
Oh right, your question! I would not call myself “champion of the common man” for fear
that people would think me a socialist, which is simply not true. Of course, the phrase
generally also refers to proletarians rather than home-makers as the “common men.”
It seems like it was about time for someone to support the domestic engineers; after
all, that is the oldest profession!
Actually, there were no domestic engineers until their were houses. The first people were
nomadic hunters and gatherers. The earliest profession was biologist.
Biologist!?
Yes, biological nomenclature, specifically. Adam was involved in that from the start.
Anyway, I was goiing to say, before you interrupted my train of thought, that as
far as music for the "common man" goes, the song that comes to mind is Copland’s “Fanfare for the Common
Man.” Now, I always think of Olympians when I here it. It takes special physical
adroitness and lots of dedication to become an Olympian, and fewer people are Olympians
than domestic engineers.
So
where are all the domestic engineering songs? The closest thing is “I Brush My Teeth.”
No one else even sings about house work, let alone depicts it in vivid sonic realism as I
have done. Most people--
excluding myself--have had direct experience with domestic engineering, so you’d think
that music would relate this, but noooo. We have an entire genre of “industrial music,”
and yet, before my album, there was simply no music on the market to celebrate
homemakers. Sure, there were songs to praise common jobs, such as “People in Your
Neighborhood”--
Oh yes! I hear you are quite a fan of Sesame Street music.
Somewhat. Songs like “Would You Like to Buy an O,” “I Love Trash,” and “Cookie
Disco” really turn me on. Some songs are dull, though. You know, I’ve written my own
versions of “Would You Like to Buy an O” and “People in Your Neighborhood.”
Wow! Any chance that those will be bonus tracks on Domestic Engineering?
No. Domestic is a concept album about a full day of household tasks; adding Sesame
Street songs would terribly upset the mood.
But you are also quite a talented lyricist, I understand.
Yes, if you want to think that. Of course, Domestic doesn’t really have any lyrics--unless
you want to call that stuff on “Paying the Bills” lyrics!
[Laughs.] Whatever you call it, that song certainly is filled with emotion! What a
fantastic song!
It is a personal favorite of mine, along with “Smoke Detector” and the “Laundry” series.
Do you have anything else you would like to say?
In case you missed it before, I am not a Socialist, not like that soi-disant
poet-of-the-common-man Carl Sandbag! I guess I am the true champion of the common
people--the most common people of all--but I am by no means a socialist. I am a
Capitalist. No mixed economy either. I’m a 100%, all-natural, free-market, laissez-faire
Capitalist.
Well, Pythia, it has been a pleasure and an honor to speak with you. Good luck to you
and may Domestic Engineering become more popular than Ricky Martin!
Wait a sec, aren’t you going to buy my lunch?. . . Hey, where did you go?. . . Hellooo!. . .
Are you still here?. . . Hello??. . . hmmm. . .