You all — things are getting crazy in ‘SPACE’!
“Watch this, Bobbie. The muscle — it won’t stop …,” he says to me recently, sitting at his laptop. And indeed, his deltoid (upper shoulder muscle) was kind of ... throbbing.
Gross! It was — like, twitching. Seriously.
He did stretches, pulling his arm around to the other side of his head. I kept telling him, “Brandon, it’s from all that labor stuff you’re doing in the basement, for ‘SPACE.’ It’s repetition, I swear.”
He says no, he doesn’t think so.
Later in the afternoon, I took the elevator ride to the basement (I never can remember how to get to those cool, winding stairs somewhere on the first floor) and Brandon was working on his special rocket.
“No, Bobbie-Jo!” he says. For the record, my name really isn’t hyphenated like that, but he sings it all the time so that’s kind of the way it sounds.
“It’s a jet pack, kids, y’all!” he says, in a Mr. Rogers’ voice.
Out comes the drill tool. Or Dremel tool. He and his wife had been to Lowe’s, and they stopped to enter themselves into a $50-gift certificate drawing — and won. Brandon bought a Dremel tool with it so he could complete his jet pack for work.
We really dig that about him.
Now, he’s using a drill to make holes in the rocket, and then he’s using some other pieces of machinery to do something — all with his right hand. You know — repetition.
When Brandon told me that when you work for a non-profit, you do it because you love it, I thought, “Shaaaaa-right!” But yeah, he does, which is really cool and really rare, and it shows in how his projects always turn out. They’re cool and educational, but they’re really kind of bizarre, sometimes.
Kind of far out.
“If you think about it, there’s no art in space,” Brandon tells me. “What we have are interpretations … and (imaginings) about what it would be like in space.”
The Theremin he built is wacked out, but it’s kind of addictive once you really get into it. Nancy Martindale put the earphones on in our office, and began to slowly conduct the antenna as if she was in front of an orchestra. She’s a hoot. Actually, a good conductor, too, it seems. I think she made a pretty good score for a sci-fi movie.
Brandon is going to “create” several ray guns — a freeze ray, a heat ray, a shrink ray — that will help propel our story, to use his words.
“They were always used in the old movies. If you can’t find out how to do something in a story, you create a ray gun that does it,” he says.
I really hope everyone around town gets a chance to drop in on this exhibit, sometime before the last weekend in February. Just come to see some of the madness that is Brandon Long, turned into rockets and a Mars Rover and planets and the moon.
And a weighing system that shows you the difference between what you weigh on Earth versus what you’d weigh on the moon compared to what you’d weigh on Mars.
Madness, I’m telling you. And other kinds of fun and cool stuff that he does in the basement when he pretends to be working. It’ll all be out there for everyone to see, and you’ll know what I have to deal with.
Day in, and day out.
Bobbie Curd is director of marketing for the Community Arts Center.