"Notes on the Making
and Machinations of Music"
Ever lengthening, this history of bleeps, booms and twangs grumbles
as ideas lurk in the shrub-notes. Digital expedition, come reconnoiter.
When asking "whyfor", a less dicey place to start is note #5.
And now...
shall we perform for you?
Note #31
I never considered crows creepy till yesterday. What kind of music would the King of Crows demand be played?
Note #30
I pick at my napkin. Some of the
threads are loose.
Note #29
Pondering the tiny machine over a breakfast of sausage and eggs, toast and cheese, salsa and Tabasco. The inspector said: "Sit. Stay." Fine.
Note #28
I've also received some
postcards from some fellows who enjoyed the music. Such nice boys.
Note #27
When activated it sounded like
this.
Note #26
He's dead. The paramedics validate this and the constables ask me questions. On my stoop. In my pajamas. I do not mention the music box.
Note #25
With a 'ting', a tiny music box falls onto the stoop from his hand as a rattle shakes loose from the stranger's throat. I dial 911.
Note #24
Someone is knocking at my door. Who could it be? Why it's a stranger! Hello stranger! You weigh next to nothing as you...fall into my arms?
Note #23
Longest single piece of music ejected: ~1218 seconds.
Note #22
Retro tools lead to retro behavior...like hanging out in IRC. I'm 18 again!
Note #21
"Tools are fetishes." Rawr.
Note #20
Note #19
It would appear that
talkMUTE has escaped the womb.
Note #18
Note #17
Experimenting with Rewire. Care for some "
almost-funk"?
Note #16
Spent the afternoon jamming with Helion. Rough edges but very promising.
Note #15
Rejoice! There is music raining from the cloud.
Note #14
Once again I am pouring over patch indexes looking for the right sound. Select, tweak, deliberate upon, reject, rinse & repeat.
Note #13
The mammatocumulus
has crashed. I've already forgiven them, though I've considered alternate plans. Long live the cloud!
Note #12
What is story-music? Close your eyes and open your ears. Seek an adventure in which headphones are your Friar Tuck.
Note #11
Note #10
Neither cats, not their guts fear my gnarled fingers these days. But in my youth...har! Tabby-pot-pie and a lick or two for old Scratch!
Note #9
This music is made by hand, but the tools are ones and zeros...or was it eyes and ohs? I forget.
Note #8
I bark out many kinds of music. Some is bleepy. Some is blatty. Some is ka-runchy. Once in a while it goes "ooooooommmmmmmmm."
Note #7
If you have something to say, respond via comments at Soundcloud. Direct email?!? Corsairs abound lad!
Note #6
Note #5
These notes are my entertainment. I confabulate to the me about our music. Others have found this entertaining. No accounting for taste.
Note #4
Moving down this page is traveling backwards in time. You must scan upwards to reach the future. Merlin would be proud.
Note #3
Archiving the old blog...the music/video links will still work...the articles are still available, but the blog is at an end.
Note #2
...was unimportant but a bit naughty. Sultry vixen chord!
Note #1
...was simply a test. Pay it no mind, but don't turn your back on it.
Note #0
Harken now the cries of
birds.
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