“An inscription, given to me by a Japanese calligrapher, has hung on my studio wall in recent years and it says: “Though homeless, you make a shrine wherever you are.” At the moment, my shrine happens to be in Chicago. And if it is a shrine, it becomes one only through the musical instruments I have around me. These are unusual in size, shape, and philosophic purpose. They are a musical necessity because I am essentially not an instrument builder, but a composer. I am a philosophic music man who, long ago, was seduced into musical carpentry.” Composer Harry Partch takes the viewer on a tour of his Chicago home, which barely contains his assortment of unique, microtonal instruments.