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Then there’s my favorite. The mesh bag of broken glass. Which lucky person gets to play the mesh bag of broken glass tonight? We need a new guy, because the last guy shredded his hand during that three-minute drum breakdown at rehearsal. Even Matt laughs when he admits this one was a bit out there, but the sound is magical. Imagine amplified water rushing to shore and retreating back into a tiny sea, all in the palm of your hand, your potentially bloody hand. He has smashed and flattened bottle caps, an AM mono radio, seashells drilled and tied together, a sack of marbles, and cash register keys liberated from Wal-Mart. These represent just the top portion of a deep box of misfires, attempts, and one-offs. He pulls out a tin can and a small rod. “It’s a can with a couple of...” Matt’s voice becomes drowned out by the sounds: “Bang! Pop! Bang! Thump, bang, ding! The ribbed tin can is essentially a metal guiro (something you probably played in fourth grade music class) but experimenting with where he hits and how he hits opens the potential of the instrument. He continues over the rattle, “It’s taking a can and a rod and getting a ton of sounds out of it.” Suddenly, I am enlightened. Matt is beating and banging the hell out of this tin can, with the look of sheer delight, underscoring the entire experience. His child-like exploration of a stupid tin can, and the patience it takes to see past its true nature until it becomes “a ton of sounds,” requires a truly forward thinker. Matt allows himself to be open to the possibilities of wonder and amusement, and sometimes, in the case of the bag of broken glass, danger. All for the sake of discovery. All for the sake of creating one small sound that exists out there in the barely audible ether. He captures it. He adds it to his symphony, or throws it in a suitcase of almost-got-its. He imagines what could be, and he reaches for it. This is Matt Glassmeyer. Matt Glassmeyer is an inventor.
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