Since I’m neither a musician nor a computer programmer[*], these don’t excite me personally (I imagine using them–for me–would be as frustrating as the goddamned Nintendo Power Glove), but OMFG do I ever wanna buy a pair of these for Girl Talk!
Imogen Heap’s musical gloves – Boing Boing
And, for those who don’t know Girl Talk, please go seek enlightenment *now.*
[*] As a writer–and an *over*writer at that–I’m a big proponent of creative tools that are as *unnatural* as possible. Getting into the moment isn’t my problem–and, in my humble, isn’t a lot of artist’s problem–it’s getting *too far gone* that leads to pieces that are self indulgent, unstructured, and ultimately obtuse *(Grateful Dead cosmic drums, I’m looking at you). But that’s me and my process; your mileage may vary–and all that said, I *still* want Gregg Gillis to strap these mitts on and wig the fuck out!