So, what did you get for Christmas Gordon? Well I'm glad you asked.
First up, how do you buy your own present and still be surprised? Fail completely to understand what you are buying!
So my "find an xmas pressy" strategy was simple - browse eBay until I find an effects pedal that catches my eye and order it.
And I found a Boss PS2 - digital pitch shifter and delay.
Here comes my line of thought. Pitch shifting is not very interesting, the equivalent of moving my hand a bit to one side. But combined with a delay, if I play a note shorter than the delay it will play a little arpeggio as each repeat gets pitch shifted a bit further. Play a note longer, with a sharp attack and I get "bells (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bell_effect)." OK, it's old technology, but even I've heard of the Boss reputation for robustness, and it will be a bit noisy and clunky, but that's OK - it is what it is.
Well, I was right about the last bit - it's a bit battered and needed a knob that it had lost, and it's a bit noisy and clunky, but that's OK. The rest I could not have been more wrong about.
It's either a delay or a pitch shift, not both at once, and it's not like moving my hand a bit to one side - the pitch shift has feedback, so I get my arpeggio, but with all the notes at once - a chord!
And I like it. I have octave up, octave down, and anything in between. At the moment I'm liking octave down particularly. The sound is thick and warm and velvety, like being wrapped in layers of soft blankets. Staccato notes are like the mad scientist has set his theremin aside in favour of his gothic organ complete with 64 foot pipes and is crashing down on the keys in time with the thunder rolling over the leaden sky. I exaggerate a little, but you get the idea. Slow down-strokes with a long delay are like falling, no, drifting down through a viscous fluid, that sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach, shivering with cold sweats under the duvet in the baleful yellow light of a 20 watt bulb that makes things appear wrong, like Watt's pot. (*)
Nice!
(*) From Watt, by Sam Beckett, “Looking at a pot, for example, or thinking of a pot, at one of Mr. Knott’s pots, of one of Mr. Knott’s pots, it was in vain that Watt said, Pot, pot. Well, perhaps not quite in vain, but very nearly. For it was not a pot, the more he looked, the more he reflected, the more he felt sure of that, that it was not a pot of which one could say, Pot, pot, and be comforted.”