Day 388: Something Just Occurred to Me

So I should totally devote days 707 and 808 and  909 to those machines.  Assuming I'm still doing this that long.  Don't know why I didn't think of that on day 303.  Oh well, opportunity missed.

Day 359: Put on your Moon Boots

So, this piece has really climbed into a rocketship and launched into space.  I think I can safely say that I hit the "space" button and started to turn these "primitive" pieces into alien future music.  Well, I might just keep it moving anyway.  Just for fun...

Day 358: Space Cavemen

Starting to sound less primitive and more like music influenced by aliens.  At least the instrumentation is mostly normal instruments.  Sitar, Bass koto, hand drums, some kind of bell sound.  Not really a lot of processing going on.

Day 357: Lucky Number 7

Another "Primitive" experiment today.  It occurred to me that the title could be construed as offensive to someone if they put too much thought into it, so just to make it clear, primitive is a reference to the composition and some of the instrument choices - NOT everything you hear.  In other words, I don't think that the music of other cultures, regardless of their being 1st, 2nd, or 3rd world is primitive.  That is all.

Am going to spend some of the day trying to put together a "Glitchworks" collection on the suggestion of FGL.

Day 356: 8 more

Today's work is a simple piece.  Just three instruments, only one of which is a melody instrument.  I actually like this one a lot more than some others just because of its simplicity.

Cheers.

Day 187: So Damn Tired

I'm exhausted, frustrated, upset, sleep-deprived, overworked, under appreciated, and pissed off.

Here's your fucking double burger.

Day 164: Taken from Real Life

Yesterday evening I had the pleasure of installing a "new" dishwasher (new to me, that is).  The old one had been there for about 15 years and the previous tenants had been a little dirty.  After my brother and I had struggled with getting it wired up and hooked up (more difficult than we both thought it would be) my floor was covered with pieces of dead bugs from years past... as I swept them up this piece began to formulate.

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 131: A Beautiful Feeling

Yesterday, I was trolling Reddit.com (as one is likely to do from time to time) and came across a "what is the scariest thing you've ever seen" post.  As I was reading people's comments I was oddly inspired to write this piece.  I'm not sure why, as it isn't scary in the least.  If anything it's inspiring and upbeat.  Kind of a happy, world music.

Well, I hope you enjoy and are inspired.