Day 313: Feeling Ultimately

The thoughts that this should be the last one hundred days continue.  Feel like I might be missing other opportunities. The flip side is that I'm feeling I might be missing creating other opportunities.

Day 173: Hiding around every corner

Sometimes I will, very quickly, try to jot down some random idea to just have something started.  On many occasions these simple and spontaneous ideas have been the beginning of what ended up being some very original and unique works.  Today's piece was just such an occasion.

I had only a few minutes to sit down and essentially throw paint on the canvas and that ended up being the start of, what I think is a pretty solid piece.  It's not for everyone and it's not very "normal" (what is "normal" anyway?), but it has its own disturbing beauty.

Please enjoy.

Day 171: Normalcy

After routing and exploring and experimenting with new and different sounds for several days now I had to return to something "normal".  Here are guitars and percussion played on those guitars.  

Just for the record none of the sounds you hear were performed live, but I thought they were a pretty damn good approximation.

Day 166: Swelling Frustration Leads to Inspiration

Without getting too personal there are things in daily life, work, etc that you come to expect.  "Expectations" let's call them.  When these expectations become exceptions you start to get frustrated.  This piece rose out of that.  Creatively, I felt stifled, but overall I think it came out okay.

Life goes on.

Lyrics:
Listen up to what I tell you.  
I can't believe I have to spell it out. 
What do you want? A picture?
Take this.  
Listen up, you better listen up.
How long will it take for you to understand?  
I can't take much longer for you to understand
I only have so much patience.  
I only have so much time.
Listen up. 
You better listen up.

Day 158: On an alien planet, making weapons

The sound of the dretlk factory is not like any other.  Everyone there is a slave, but everyone is also content with their work.  As a GHYTU there’s no point in being obsessed with freedom or free will.  We will all be slaves to the YUToU.  Some of us may be lucky enough to be house slaves and live in relative comfort, not the squalor of a dretlk factory, but slaves all the same.  I count myself as one of the lucky ones.  I was born in the factory.  On the factory floor, actually.  My mother put me inside her droa and went back to work.  Luckily her shift was almost over.  I wouldn’t have survived the whole 26 hour work day.  She was able to keep me alive by playing on the pity of other slaves and also by killing as many fiudor parasites as possible.  Living her in the factory has been acceptable for me and on some days, when the work is light, I’m almost happy and hear a certain music in the sounds of the machines and the people’s hands working them.

Day 148: Now You

This track features my son on piano.  He's 7 months old and loves to bang on the keys.  The rest of the noise is daddy.

Day 126: Last Night They came to me...

Title of track says it all.

Day 22: 60 Seconds to Detonation

I love some noise art on occasion.  Here's a brief little excursion into that world.  You can listen to it for 60 seconds, then brag to your friends how you were listening to avante-garde electronica on the interwebs the other day... and yes, you will sound just that pretentious.