Midnight Signal


A thirteen minute live set by Telegraphy. "Midnight Signal" combines the ambient sounds of shortwave and Detroit electronic noise to produce a hybrid analog and digital live set. Analog electronics: Vintage Collins R-388 vacuum tube communications receiver, Five channel mixer board. Digital electronics: Yamaha Digital Audio Processor, Ablton 1.5 software sequencer, MIDI key board/controller. Video production by Telegraphy.

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Bridging Invisibilities (unreleased)



"Bridging Invisibilities" is the first track to a series of experimental ambient sound-scapes entitled "Bridging Invisibilities". The mulit track album by defunct artist Monopole, was intended to be released in 2007 on a major netlabel, but artistic self-criticisms came into play and most tracks were scraped from the album. One of those track's "Complex Industrialism Militarily" end up being released on the now defunct netlabel - Tlhotra (tlhotra015).

This previously unreleased thirty minute track, is a dark sound-scape that is fitting for urban environments. This and one other track, besides "Complex Industrialism Militarily", were saved to a remote server in 2007, the rest of tracks simply erased from existence.

So, now after four years of dormant file life, Ionosonde Recording presents
"Bridging Invisibilities" by: Monopole

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Morning Midnight Glory (video)




As released on this blog almost a year ago, "Roman: to much, with to little." is the main character in this video This video shows (with sounds taken from Telegraphy's album "Midnight Morning Glory") Roman in his natural being; inside his basement where he goes to work building his train set. Video production by: Telegraphy.

iono-6 Midnight Morning Glory

Midnight Morning Glory




track listing:
01: Midnight Morning Glory..............7:01 min
02: Morning Midnight Glory..............7:01 min
03: Glory of Midnight Morning...........6:18 min
04: Midnight (live set)................37:28 min


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CD sleeve




You find your self in a elusive garden late on a mid-summers night. The bright full moon light strains through the heavy canopy above only to illuminate the lush array of plants below. Exploring the grounds with ancient statuses of mythical gods partially covered with Morning Glory vines, you study the beautiful flowers of this curious plant. Feeling around, a few seeds drop into your hands. With no hesitation you ingest the hand full of seeds. The journey begins.


In "Midnight Morning Glory", Telegraphy paints or (as evident of the cover art) draws a picture of ones journey. Filled with distant synths and ambient field recordings which are reminiscent of past experiences felt. The separation between these sounds and consciousness, can only be grasped in the instantaneous moment of ones mind. This four track album takes these consciousness textures, feeling, and thoughts from that mid-summers journey and interpreters it into a living pattern of melodic thought sequences.


With common Telegraphy style, rhythmic micro samples are applied with mind altering speed. The last track "Midnight" is a live thirty seven minute set. With sounds of shortwave provided by vintage vacuum tube electronics, this minimal / ambient / noise set is a continuation of ionosonde's popular releases "Somewhere in Detroit".


Sounds of VHF



A photo and sound collage project by Telegraphy. Audio taken from various scanner radios most of which were tuned to VHF (very high frequency) data stations. Photography by Telegraphy.

Ionosonde compiled photo's update

Photo's are best viewed in the expanded window mode. All photographs were produced by Telegraphy 2010-2011


One last step to audio ecstasy



words and drawing by: Telegraphy

"We have reached the end. The end of audio experimentation. Only thing left to do is to directly inject music in our brains."

Telegraphy ionosonde recordings 2011


The history of audio experimentation in modern and post modern times has led us to one single purpose, and that is total sound realization. To be so enveloped in audio that our minds experience it as the real thing and not have any concluding rationalization. Is this the path we as humans are taking, the path to full audio realization? Or is there still copious amounts of new and unexplored methods of engineering sound? If so, what a wonderful future. Can't wait to hear it.

Starting from the beginning of the modern recording age. When Thomas Edison perfected the phonograph like most experimenters before him, had the means of archiving sound to the fullest sonic quality. I'd gathered that he and many others didn't set out to invent a apparatus that recorded a small portion of the audio spectrum. No, they wanted to record sound the way human ears hear it.This set off scientist and engineers years later on a hi-fidelity wild goose chase.

The 1920's came the age of electronically recorded sound, all direct from the scientific power houses of the time: Bell Telephone, AT&T, and Westing House. All was going great, the record players were sounding better then ever before, movies were finally talking with the new "talkies", and radios were being engineered with better circuitry for better fidelity. So if that wasn't enough to get an audio-files labeato running, in came a scientist from Bell Telephone that would change the face of recorded music for generations to come.

In 1924 a scientific paper was published by Harry Nyquist, a scientist working for AT&t and Bell. As he was doing studies of how information traveled though telephone wires, he found that if you sample a noise or information pules at twice it's frequency you can study it in a noiseless environment. This is the basic concept of digital audio sampling as we know it today or in other words (now everybody say it with me) MP3 AUDIO !!!

Advancements of audio technology hasn't gone much farther after the 1930's. Only until the early 80's when the compact disk was introduced did the sound quality of audio enhanced. The digital audio format CD's carried was (is) the closest true sound our ears can receive. Or is it?

The greatest argument among audio-files is weather analog sounds better then digital. Of course analog is going to be more superior then digital, if only analog could have the signal to noise ratio that of digital. But all arguments aside for a moment. In the post modern world we live in, the digital format we've come to know has one primary purpose and that is to be easily transferable(say it with me one more time; MP3). Can you squeeze a analog song into your MP3 player? If you can then I have a retirement fund that I'd like you to contribute to (namely my own). As every tech savvy person knows that digital audio is nothing but small bits and pieces of chopped up analog audio. If I take that roll of toilet paper next to your toilet and I rip off each and every sheet (that's allot of craps) and I place them neatly in a pile, would it be the same? So I think it's safe to say that since the 1930's we have degradation in audio quality.

"So Telegraphy", you might be asking your self, "what about the future of audio. All you have been talking about is my roll of toilet paper"? Well first off, I can't look in the future nor am I adept enough to do so. I'll leave that to the powers that be to tell us what we will do next for them. Secondly, if your that annal about annal wipes; get a maid to clean up after you.

The advent of the synthesizer enabled complex colors of sound to be created. During the 1960's the popularity of the modular synthesizer grew exponentially. With availability and feasibility, artist and engineers raved about the "new sound" the synthesizer were able to create. One draw back of the analog modular synthesizer is it's inherent complexity. To set up these machines you virtually had to be an engineer. Then along came the software based synthesis. Machines like the CMI Fairlight and the NED Synclavier can now be set up with ease in minimal time.





So now, once again, we see the degradation of analog audio to a chopped up digital format. Anyways, back to the subject at hand. From then on, we as a generation had fun creating "new sounds" with software based synthisisation, coupled with software based effects. Digital Audio Workstations came on to the market, now all of the sudden an new form of music raised up from the zero's and one's of the software based synthesizers source codes: Tech-no, DnB, jungle, ninja-tune, chiptone, minimal, call it what ever, it was out there being created by novices with home built studios, uploaded to the internet and downloaded for free!

It was the age of electronic music experimentation. Like your teenaged daughter at a frat party, where a feeling of no boundaries was present. Free expression. Free sound. Free sex? (sorry, getting of topic. I'm lonely) That brings us to the present day, where the newest fad is waveform creation. By taking a simple waveform and visually manipulating it to create new and unexplored sounds. Could this creation software be the Antilles Heal of the software synth? Is it the last and final frontier of digital audio experimentation as know it before people begin to wake up to the fact the digital audio sounds bad? Again, if you want answers, go to your local federal government office. There, you'll get answers. They won't be necessarily straight, but there answers.

From the DAW came a new concept of human to computer interface for music creation; The audibly recognizable scale-free music is a form of linking the human brains thoughts to a computers audio generation software. A individual wearing a helmet containing a matrix of electrodes, similar to a EEG (Electrencephalograph), picks up minute brain waves, amplifies them and then processes these wave as tones.

Damn it! We are still using digital computing to hopefully produce the best sound possible. At this point in my life I have no hope for science to harness full audio realization. We have experimented endless times. Can we go no farther? No, we have reached the end. The end of audio experimentation. Only thing left to do is to directly inject music in our brains.

The Cabbage Patch




words and photo by: Telegraphy

As I step into this boundary town with a half minded trowel in hand, I glanced over above the loonycidal patrons of the sidewalk only to find the man eating fowl mouthed lady perched in her light pole mounted flower pot.

The gargoyles up-top the buildings laugh at me all the while praising me.

If you come across the lost mystical crack-head, give it a kiss for good luck because only in this forgotten popular town the carnivals only come for their entertainment.

Keep your eyes open, for the debauchery is hidden in plain sight.

Diner waitresses spooning out copses amounts of back alley wisdom to inexperienced boys, grow older and life beaten by the costumer.

There's a raven in the top floor window stairing down at me conspiring with it's mistress to trade my world views with a freshly caught wined up mouse.

Careful of the driver-less Hi-Lo; shooting in and out of doorways only to be banquet on by a feasting army of cabbages.

It isn't cabbages, it's a patch. It's not a patch. No; it's a cabbage patch.

A noise coming from the bush is of a unsatisfied porcupine wearing a coat of used syringes, gnawing on the glass slippers of a frustrated cow.

The suits walking down the sidewalk in pairs speak of high society tong undeciphered by middle class karaoke in the bars

Hey man can I bum a smoke? Naw man I don't choke.

The twisted chicken headed girls in their nigh gowns walk into the Cabin Bar on the skulls of old boyfriends, desperate for un-true love.

What goes on in there, stays in the social air.

As I traveled down the main drag, figures debut their casual mannered masks like a Madonna in her prime stardom, only to revel their misanthropy.

Whats going on? The light poles are bending down toward me like a judge about to throw the book at me.

Trapped and tangled with power lines, they have me in their light of forbidden knowledge.

The June bugs attracted to the knowledge migrate though my skin, puking wisdom and prophecy from The Wise Men of Zion.

A porcelain turkey plucks an eye ball out like a Nazi death-camp doctor.

Is this a wet-dream of dry-dreams? Waking up in the morning dew,crooked in the bushes drenched in the back-washed alcohol of the city workers from the night before. I realize that it was. A dream it was not but maybe the morning glory seeds.

Houses in this town, apartments, duplexes, flats all have someone skewing someone silhouetting on the second floor shade.

It isn't just a cabbage, it's a !@#$!@# Cabbage Patch.

Ionosonde compiled photos update

Since the inception of ionosonde recordings, I have compiled a collection of photography comprising mostly of black and white silver gelatin prints and digital photography. Using Flickr's flash slide-show as the medium, the photo's are best viewed in the expanded window mode. All photographs were produced by Telegraphy 2010-2011


Masonic Patterson




Masonic architecture in Patterson park, Grosse Pointe Park, MI. At my place where I shed blood, sweat, and tears (a.k.a my job) there is a gazebo in the far back reaches of this fully functional day park. It's a awe inspiring structure complete with vine lattices capping the roof. One doesn't realize looking from a far that this building has masonic qualities incorporated within. Entering the gazebo, you notice the style in which it was built seems - out of place. Clean lines, pillars with strong masonic characteristics, stone benches placed at right angles, and ornate tiles surrounding the base of pilers - with a pyramid design embossed into each one? In other words the damn thing doesn't look like it's built for Grosse Pointe. (All silver gelatin prints by Telegraphy.)




iono-5 "Somewhere In Detroit




July 12th 2011 at 9:00pm est somewhere in the city of Detroit. It was a hot muggy night in the motor city, the cicadas were buzzing along with synthesizers in the distance, the ambient still air was crackling transiently with the movements of R.F. energy and yet a young man in a hot upstairs room stands in front of a collection of various vintage vacuum tube communications equipment; ready to disperse a unique sound across the city of Detroit over the airwaves. As broadcast on shortwave via F.C.C. part 15 rules, Telegraphy compiled a forty minute live set of minimal and Detroit style techno along with ambient and noise sounds. Sounds of shortwave were captured in real time with the use of a vintage Collins R-388 vacuum tube high frequency receiver. All tracks were produced by Telegraphy.


track listing:

01: Somewhere In Detroit......................41:18 min

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Cover photo "Somewhere In Detroit" silver gelatin print by Telegraphy.





Screaming from Sweden

My seventh attempt at trying to capture this elusive station from Sweden. On July 3rd 2011 my father and I traveled to a remote field 30 miles north of Detroit where the R.F. interference is lower. There, we set up our receiving gear which consisted of two frequency selective level meters. Every year for the past seven years we made this pilgrimage to have a listen to the worlds last operational Alexanderson Alternator transmitter. Thus far we have yet to to hear it !

poor wealth

Now that I finally have money in my back pocket, I decided to amerce myself in the activity of spending money; Which involves buying stuff. I mean, what else would I do with these funny printed pieces of paper (you know, the ones that have all of those weired occult symbols all over them).

The only good way for humanity to satisfy it's conscience from the trials and horrors of the work environment is with trading that compensation of their physical and mental efforts with material goods. So, that what I did. I bought something for $40 at a amateur radio swap meet.


DEMF 2011 photography

Photo by: Telegraphy.
All photos were taken at the Detroit Electronic Music Festival 2011. Using a vintage 1950's Kodak 35 split range finder with Ilford PanF 50 film. All prints are toned using green ink.









DEMF 2011

Words and video by: Telegraphy

With soar feet and a warn-out pair of dancing shoes, I have just survived Detroit's Electronic Music Festival (just). With a terrible ringing in my ear (even though I did wear ear protection) I can most humbly say that I had a blast at Movement 2011.

What ever name is given for this gathering of hipsters and geeks (Movement 2011, DEMF 2011, Tech-fest) you can rest assured that this event had all the makings of a world class music festival. Did I say "world class music festival". Maybe the reverberating bass of the underground stage misaligned my ear-canal and I didn't hear myself right or maybe it is a "world class music festival". I certainly can't prove it, mainly for the shear fact that I haven't traveled outside of the continental U.S. to see and compare other festivals. I'm dirt poor folks. But, evidence of foreigners creeping around the dance floors sends a pretty good message that this festival is becoming known world-wide. I have seen a number of, shall we call them to be politically correct, "groups of foreign tourist" - with camera's might I add.

Another growing trend (besides it's outrageous ticket prices) is it's collaboration with local artists. A few of them put up installations around Hart Plaza. More about this on a later posting. But for now, I'm going to concentrate on my original intention for attending, which is photographing freaks and geeks. As I entered under the front pearly white archway of the festival grounds late on the first day, it became clear to me that this venue had became to corpritizted. Successfully scaring away the hardcore electronic music nerds. Was it the over priced daily and weekend passes? The complete banning of any bottled water products on festival grounds or the lineup of over rated beat-butchers with expensive software better known as DJ's? For what ever the reason, the crowd had a definite deficiency of hardcore ravers, music nerd and the likes. In my opinion, people that were around back when this festival was free ether move away, wised-up or grew old.

No, my fine fussy friends - I'm not mudsling Movement 2011 or as my ninety year old grandmother says, "I'm not hate'n " I'm just pointing out that Paxahau (that's the promotions company and the soul organizer of this event) has become the "Microsoft" of electronic music festivals, monopolizing and growing. What I am trying to convey is the assumption that Detroit's Electronic Music Festival was better off being a free event. A event where the organizers concerned themselves more to the quality of DJ's acts rather then taking oaths to corporate gods.

Anyways, off of my Palmolive soap box. Changes I sighted at this years event were: 1) The underground stage with it's new DJ's both appearance. The video art was projected right onto a white elongated stage, which gives great ambiance. 2) The half !@#$%^ "Beat Port stage", with it's half the original length tent. The crowd all bunched together under the half tent like a herd of cattle, trying as they may to grab some cool and satisfying shade away from the hot sun or trying to keep dry from the Memorial Day rains. In any event, someone in upper management screwed-up. 3) An installation at the front gate of a Rube Goldberg machine. This multi stage mechanical wounder built by the finest nerds Detroit can offer, (hey I can say that, because I'm one as well) executes a complex problem solving action, same as it's original inventors device(Rube Goldberg), which is, nothing. But this one hands out Movement 2011 fliers that nobody wants.

After spending $80 for a weekend pass and lets not forget, as the ticket lady assured me at the ticket stand in a unsatisfying rough voice, "Don't look at the $80 sign up-top; it's actually $83. Three dollars is for processing fees". What ever amount of money I spent that weekend, I will always remember this installment of Movement 2011 as the one where I remembered the good old days of free music festivals and free expressions.

future plans and projects/miscellaneous

Coming to you from the economic black-hole of America better known as Detroit. One of the great things about being single and living in a city where your chances of meeting a compatible mate is as good as McDonald's switching to a vegetarian menu; is that you can do anything you want and have the great feeling of anonymity. This weekend I will do just that, because Detroit will host the Detroit Electronic Music Festival(DEMF). Yes grab your best dancing shoes, not the ones in the dusty corner of your closet, but the ones on the living-room bookcase. You know, in the solid gold box. Anyways, I'm not just going there to dance and mingle with the freaks and geeks. No I'm attending this festival of broken down beats to take photos, mosty of freaks and geeks.

The reason of my excitement of the DEMF is that it attracts a fresh crowd every year and what better subjects to take photos of then freaks and geeks (they dress so fashionably). For the most part I what to try out my repaired and cleaned vintage Kodak 35 SRF. This strange looking camera was in bad shape a few days ago. It poised the typical Kodak 35 problem of tearing up film, the lens was fogged with scum and the split range viewfinder needed to be recalibrate. With my brain surgeons dexterity, I took-apart, cleaned and recalibrate. All without a assembly diagram(look Ma'ma. No manual).

Other plans are assembling a ambient/sound-scape set using vintage Amateur Radio equipment and various other vintage electronics. Also trying to build a new Crystal Set receiver. This one using parts from a old Atwater-Kent TRF radio.

Plans for the future. Only thing left is to find time to to make these plans a reality.

As a side note to "Good fun in the bad part of Detroit". That day all three of us visited the "Heidelberg Project" on the east side of Detroit. Here are some photos from that visit.







Good fun in the bad part of Detroit

Words and photo by Telegraphy

Geocashing, the wonderful hobby of exploring around this earth of ours searching for little pill-bottle sized objects with the aid of the Global Positioning System. My friend, will call him "Steve" (for protection of his innocence)- his real name is Steve folks, is a avid "Geocacher". When I say avid, I mean his been involved in this hobby for a year now and already he's tracked down and found almost 1,500 of this buggers. So today he wanted to go out Geocaching..... In where? "Detroit" he said to me in a stern voice with his usual amusing undertone. "Detroit?" - I said questioning his logic. Do Geocacher actually venture through and beyond the racial and economic border that's known as Detroit? Answering that question was only a matter of Steve shoving a PDA cell phone screen in my face where a Geocaching map of Detroit with all of it's caches display in plan view. "Wow", with expletives spewing out of my vocal orifice,"theres that many caches in Detroit". So off we went, with my brother as our chauffeur for the afternoon. Driving around Detroit's eastside, all three of us piled inside my brothers car. Steve,the navigator - manned the GPS unit where he directed the driver to the destination. With his abundant enthusiasm and stamina for fun, this guy is a force to be wreaken. My brother, the driver - with his is a offensive automobilist skills, weaving in and out of lanes and pot-hole ridden side-streets with the fluidity of a accountant on his tenth cup of coffee. Myself - the backseat driver, with my un-canny urge to be silent and hard to talk to, I am a cab drivers wet-dream come true. All three of us form a group of freinds in a car, having good clean fun in a bad and dirty part of "dirty Dirt-troit", will along the coarce of the afternoon, have a adventure that any other joe-sixpack just dosen't have on any given day of the work week. You see, bad things only happen to a group of fun seeking people when their having a good time. Any other time, when life feels dull and predictible, you can smell trouble a mile away. Case in point - we where searcing for "caches" on Gratiot and the Grand Blvd. After finding the pillbottle sized "cache", which by the way was hiden on the wide open center island of the Grand Blvd. You want to fell conspicuois? Try being apart of a group of white people searching up and down trees and utility poles, all the while locals from around the area looking at you with remorse. Anyway, I noticed on the southeast corner, the large ornately decorated abandon church. With enthousasium I said, "lets explore, urban that is". So keeping the car parked in the lot of the sterio typical urban supermarket, we went on foot to the abandoned church. Like pilgrams on their way to some religious cult gathering in a distent land, we made our way across Gratoit to where the church was prodominty standing in ruins.
Finding our way in side the church though a broken window at ground level, all three of us "had a time" reconnoitring this closed for buisness place of worship. After tip toeing around decaying religious structures for 15 minutes, we walked back to the car, got in and my brother started up car only to hear a loud roar from the engine. My brother with a perplexed look on his face, shouted, "your !@#$!@#$ me". I peeked under the car. With a missing pipe from the down-pipe exhaust, all with neat and clean cut marks stairing right at me. I knew that someone with a battery operated cutting wheel, stole a straight section of pipe. Now why the !@#$ would someone want to steal just a pipe and not the expensive catalytic converter. You know, the part that cost you $250 and not the $2.95 straight pipe? W.T.F, my brothers car got hit by a muffler mugger. So now we were officially apart of the community, all with authentic sounding ghetto cruiser.

field recording (under bridge)



Words, photo and sounds by: Telegraphy

Solitudes from the great urban skeletal remain that's better known as Detroit. Riding around in Detroit's east side on Mack Ave. and Conner, I muddled around with my keen sense of discovery only to find a few abandon warehouses and factory's along side the Mack Ave viaduct. Here I found in this desolate industrial complex just adjacent to the railroad tracks that funnels new cars out of the Chrysler Jefferson plant; a partially burnt down factory. With a half standing ornate front facade complete with brand new for sale sign mounted high in the upper left corner, I explored around for a perfect photo op to do semi-nude black and white photo's. After getting the million dollar shot (only when I'm long dead) I ventured around on my bike under the viaduct. Gaining access under the bridge was just as simple as riding through high security 8 foot tall gates. In other words, they were WIDE OPEN! At this time it was lunch and my stomach was convorting with my brain to have a meal. So I grabbed a sandwich I packed earlier in the morning. (Anyways, just to let you know that I was hungry.) I noticed the curious sounds the bridge was making when ever a car or truck would pass over. So I grabbed my voice recorder complete with homemade binaural microphones. And this is what became of my lunch in a reclusive part of town.

Bridge by ionosonderec

All roads leave behind Detroit



Words and photo by Telegraphy

Driving down the side streets in Detroit just north of the Renaissance Center, one will come across the skeletal remains of "old Detroit". Medium to small size factories slowly decaying under the new world economy. Buildings partially burnt down with every single construction material of value striped away by metal-scrungers. And it isn't just a small select part of the motor city, no, it's the whole damn city thats crumbling. Large swaths of industrial parks, sub-divisions and yes even residential neighborhoods are meticulously being eroded away by neglect, drugs and a corrupt city government. This is the present day car capital of the U.S. and it is said that Detroit's is in a change over from "old money" to "new money". The old wealthy that earned their fortune from the booming car industry during the 1950's 60's and 70's, have moved on to other endeavors overseas or have just passed on; to the new young hipsters cashing in on small grass roots business. The twenty-cade's (that's my hipster slang for 2010's) is the age of economic changing of hands in Detroit.

What if there was a new, young, hipster type Henry Ford of the twenty-cade's that had the vision of building a contemporary form of transportation with emphasis on self reliant and infinite energy? Would he or she be able to manufacture such a devise without constraints from big oil? As the monopoly controlled media says to keep you in suspense, "stay tuned".

!@#$ art, let's evolve



Words and art by: Telegraphy

The buzz word going around the twenty-something generation here in the metropolitan Detroit area and surrounding communities is "D.I.Y.". Everything from making your own arts and craft to self-releasing your own record, has created a boarder line subculture with the young kids (crap I'm feeling old already). Although one aspect of this D.I.Y. movement is the over saturation of "community collective art gallery's". They are everywhere!

Is this what Detroit needs right now? Are these mom and pop gallery's actually committed to their original agenda of maintaining a platform for any young and aspiring artist or are they pledging to a business model and only accepting "profitable artist". Myself, I'd like to find the answer's to these hot button question's. I've never had my art in some hollowed out gallery with druged-up art students critiquing the subtle philosophy surrounding my photograph of pencil sticking out of a orange.

But what I do know is that there has been in the past few years a "original idea" of building and maintaining art spaces. It is so original, that the young kids have been borrowing this idea from each other and passing it around like prostitute at a frat party. Just yesterday on Detroit public radio, I listened intently to a interview of a young (and in my opinion a sexy sounding) lady that had the intention of opening up.......(wait for it).......a community art center in the hip and happening town of Ferndale. This town, with it's very laxed attitude toward gays and lesbians read here has been (again, in my opinion) the center of Detroit's D.I.Y. art community. This hasn't been a freak occurrence interview on Detroit's NPR station, No theres been numerics interviews of others with the same intent that I can remember hearing. Even the free weekly publication of the Detroit hipster community (The Metro Times) has published more then enough articles about young go-getters getting their hands messy trying to set up a business. Ops, did I say business. I mean grassroots initiative to enhance community involvement in the arts.

Then again, maybe I'm wrong to bash the Detroit art community. Maybe I should put the money where my mouth is and at least have a go at D.I.Ying my own grassroots initiative to enhance community involvement in the arts. I mean business. Although I have tried submitting my art work to various art gallery's, only to have been rejected on all occasions. Maybe it is time I get off my Joe six-pack behind, stop complaining and make something of myself. WAIT! I've got! I'll build and run an art gallery!