My brother, Steve, knows I am planning to build a studio at our new house, so he invited us to take a look at his studio. His first piece of advice: "Trust me, you really need a bathroom in your studio. Really." He didn't include one. Here he is pointing at the door and the long trek up to the house.
Second recommendation: "You really need a coyote hide to hang on the wall."
I'm taking the recommendations under advisement.
Bass guitars and amps line the walls and unicycles hang from the ceiling. (Steve rides and builds unicycles.) That's a photo of Steve playing bass in his younger days. He and Ray played in a band together years ago. They treated us to a little impromtu version of "Wipeout." Pitiful.
There's a lot of old stuff hanging around on the walls and on the shelves. The coyote hide you saw in that first picture was something my Dad killed and mounted. That's an Eisenhower campaign poster you see behind Ray's head in the photo above. And Lance Armstrong, of course.
Old stuff rescued from Dad's engineering office. The blue and grey "box" on the top right is an Altair computer, built, by Dad, from a kit in 1975. As interesting as the computer itself, is the manual that goes with it.
There is a note in the introduction saying if you have any problems with the software, feel free to call the authors Bill Gates, Paul Allen and Monte Davidoff, with a phone number given.
Ray decided to try calling the number to ask to speak to Bill Gates. When he actually got somebody's voice mail he panicked and hung up!
Bill was calling a number in Albuquerque! Bill Gates started out in Albuquerque. He needed a loan and the local banks wouldn't give him one, so his dad told him to go back to Seattle and he'd help him get a loan. And the rest is history. Yes, the Albuquerque banks are kicking themselves. There's a fairly new permanent exhibit at the New Mexico Museum of Natural History and Science on the birth of the PC age.
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Oh, that Altair, and its manual, are priceless!
ReplyDeleteEvery quilting studio needs a coyote skin on the wall. And a drum kit.
You didn't show the software! It is a roll of punched paper tape. Dad was so excited about the Altair and I just didn't get it. It was a box with flashing lights. He understood what the flashes meant--I didn't think that the flashes were that flashy. Pretty humble beginnings to an empire.
ReplyDeleteOMG - what a great story! Thanks for the laugh.
ReplyDeleteUnfortunately I can help you with the coyote pelt if it comes to that.
ReplyDeleteWith fear of offending anyone, does this ring a little bit of "midlife _________"? Rock on dudes!
ReplyDeleteI LOVE this post! Yes, the computer story is great but it's your brother on the guitar, riffing "Wipeout" that intrigues me! When I was 19, my friends and I started an all-girl band and boy, could our female drummer knock out "Wipeout" while I played a mean keyboard. So, can I come and jam with Steve?!
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