Off-topic, so apologies in advance. But all this talk of retrology (did I just invent a new word?) reminded me of an extremely strange event that happened in my early 20s.
Anyone remember Dewtron? They sold modules for making kit synths and advertised in the UK hobby magazines:
I saved my pennies and decided I had to build one in about 1971. The world-famous group he mentions he'd built one for was Led Zeppelin. Whether it ever worked reliably or not I do not know.
Brian had come up with a brilliant replacement for a patchboard he called Modumatrix, by having some tiny plastic toggle switches made that simply plugged together into as many rows and columns as you decided you needed, with through blanks for where you didn't need a switch. Great idea, except they had noisy contacts and one or two failed. If this was in the middle of a pile of spaghetti at the back, this was no joke, pulling it all apart to get at the rogue was a nightmare.
I built one. Everything was potted in brown resin and nothing could be repaired. VCOs had to be bought together and tracked before you bought them. So adding an extra VCO was out of the question.
Well anyway I'd built one and it was rubbish. So also had a friend of mine, Max Norman, who went on to achieve notoriety producing Ozzie Osbourne and Megadeth. Max and I pretty much gave up with Dewtron and both our machines laid unloved. Max had by then annexed Manfred Mann's Arp 2600 which they never used and we messed with that instead.
None of this is the purpose of this email though.
One day a year or so later in 1973 someone rang my doorbell. A smart middle-aged guy in a blue shirt and I immediately thought 'Policeman'.
It transpired that he was Called Nigel Woodfine and he was the best friend of Brian Bailey and they both lived many miles away from me in Ferndown, Dorset. He explained that Brian Bailey was an electronics chap.
"Yes I have had dealings with Brian Bailey, he is the man behind Design Engineering Wokingham, AKA Dewtron." I replied.
Synthesisers were not the purpose of Nigel's visit to me either. So what is? Bear with me, dear reader.
Nigel had met an ex of mine at some event in North Wales. It was she who'd suggested Nigel contact me, for some reason.
Nigel then fished out some typewritten pages that he'd personally typed up from some automatic writing that Brian Bailey had handwritten over a series of days and occasions. He'd been taken over, compelled to scrawl out pages of writing by an unknown self-confessed alien hand.
Brian had never had anything like this ever happen before, he wasn't into anything esoteric, had no interest in UFOs and was a rather boring skeptical electronics man.
The messages came from a higher intelligence of aliens and most of the wording was of what I imagine may be typical of UFO type encounters, "We come to your planet in peace with messages of love" etc. type stuff. Closet encounters of the turd kind.
But in among these pages was one bombshell message that appeared to be urging Brian Bailey to do an experiment of some kind, although it did not suggest the outcome.
I am talking from memory here, but the message went something like, "Cleave a diamond in the quadrant mode and shine a beam of xxx angstroms at the third axis, in such a way that it hits it at yyy degrees." There were some other bits and bobs in it too. In other words it was a very specific exercise that sounded as if it might be possible. If only I had known Nick de Smith then.
Brian Bailey was going nuts over it all. He could make no sense of any of it. He'd been to Porton Down and spoke to the spooks there and they could shed no light on any of it. He wasn't on medication, he'd had a doctor check him out.
My father, it so happens, was a geologist with a PhD and a special knowledge of crystals and was also a strong mathematician. He could make no sense of it all either. I went to London's Hatton Garden and spoke to a few of the diamond cutters there. None could make sense of the diamond cleaving issue. The story died a death. I saw Nigel a few more times. He even got Brian to look at some of the dumb synth modules for me, but as for the little green men from Mars, they were not to contact Brian again.
I reminded my wife about this funny episode a few months back and she said "Oh I think I know where that typewritten stuff is, we still have it."
My wife found most of the pages, but alas the all important one or two (it may have been just one page) is missing. I think I must have lent it to someone who was going to get back to me about the experiment, but never did.
Such an odd episode. I am in contact with Antoinette, the lady in question who'd put Nigel onto me in the first place, and I asked her recently how she came to give Nigel my address, but she has forgotten all about the circumstances, but does remember being in Wales and meeting Nigel.
John S