Sunday, March 30, 2008
deer head on a chinese flag
http://www.mediafire.com/?j2vrdejypnn
get the album now!
aqueous coating preserves your ears. hear it preserve you:
http://www.mediafire.com/?j2vrdejypnn
i am bobcat, i will be your destroyer.
i started thinking i would grab 5 of my favorite songs. i obviously lost control of myself and began archiving almost everything. there is about twice as much non computer based music and hours of field recordings that i want to dig through. i also want to find time to gradually work on mixing and cutting some of these recordings. i will have to select far fewer to do that. if you have any particular songs you want me to put together or work on, just let me know so i can narrow this project down and get started. it's not really my thing to plan any of this or rework any songs as if they are drafts. nothing is finalized. versions grow from versions and alterations. they are different sounds. this is a lot of my friends' stuff too. you may hear yourself on here, depending on who you are and where you were while i was recording.
the field recordings that i am talking about are not on here yet. i will post them.....when i get around to listening to them all and find a few good ones. right now i know there are some that were recorded at the brothers of derek and leslie talking after they had not seen each other for a very long time. another is of new years eve at my place and people gathering in the dining room to melt candles. another is over hearing people at lisa's radial cafe during breakfast. others are myself and bridget talking and meditating. as you may imagine, there are many hours to sort through and nothing has any labels.
anyway, i will try to explain what each of these albums is in some way:
1 - FL Studio - these are songs i made, mostly in frooty loops. i was trying out a lot of the features and thinking about robots and warping and outerspace a lot. i was also quite paranoid at the time(2003-2006), but gradually chilled out. mostly crappy dance music.
http://www.mediafire.com/?bm4rr0cat4c
2 - Mystic Robot (2006ish)- a gathering of friends recorded in my brother's bed room in my mom's house on a computer mic with a couple glass bottles, an acoustic guitar, a doumbek drum (sp?) , a tambourine, and maybe a few other things scattered through out like pots and pans. mostly poking fun at indy kids if i remember correctly.
http://fileinsanity.com/download.php?id=08E604B41
3 - A Shameful Act of Displays - 2008 =. rocking my new gun. i believe this has a few sci-fi-ee-er songs. my gun is beautiful . it likes to play simple sloppy notes on this album.
http://fileinsanity.com/download.php?id=0879EB5A1
4 - Anatomy of a Ghost Worm - (2005). I hadn't been playing music much, but i really liked echoey sounds and thinking about being inside of a person's blood stream and passing through their circulatory system and hearing all those sorts of inside the body sounds.
http://www.mediafire.com/?jn9ivup1ye0
5 - Reconstituded Cooter - (2008) My most recent album to date and also very highly acclaimed. all i do is listen to metal now. cheesey filters liberally spreaded throughout. a little dance at the end for some fun. i had, previous to this, been recording stereo, playing out through an amp, and playing guitar with through that amp with a flanger pedal and another amp with COSM reproductions of amps from the 50s to now and on board tremolo, chorus, flanger, phaser. delay reverb gain and a fab overdrive pedal. with three pickups with three controls, two pedals and multiple recordings with me, i decided to play with myself. i just got an electric sitar guitar and soon will find out how that mixes with everything.
http://www.mediafire.com/?ixiey2rgs35
{note: i am going to finish posting links later today, it's taking a while to upload right now]
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
the foggiest place on land
in earth
is apparently point reyes, california. over 200 foggy days a year -- but no record on how foggy that i can find.
here are some strange pictures of this place
see you there....
is apparently point reyes, california. over 200 foggy days a year -- but no record on how foggy that i can find.
here are some strange pictures of this place
see you there....
Monday, March 24, 2008
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Sunday, March 16, 2008
star trek
i teleported a man and his soul and his wife and wive's soul from the Ed Tech docking bay to the collections of artifacts from another time.
collections - that can mean a lot of things.
collections - that can mean a lot of things.
skattered line sticks.
i found these sounds at the joslyn. this picture of me was taken last night. it is the cd cover.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
the language of the artist is one that exchanges the "verbal" sign for a "visual" sign. I do not want to imply that the visual sign is not linguistic, because it is--indeed, the linguistic sign and the visual sign exist simultaneously, just as "thought" and "language" exist. Here, linguistic implies language--of all types. "Verbal" implies language of the word-type, while "visual" implies the language of sight, where "word" is replaced with "image."
Imagination, then, is like the re-thinking of previously understood signs--linguistic and visual alike. The one imagining is creating a reality that only they can fully understand. We call this "imaginary" because it [may or may not] [does not necessarily need to] resemble recognizable, previous signs in the form of symbols, metaphors, reconstructions...but is not entirely palpable to those "outside" the imagination.
If shared, the imaginer must acknowledge outright that he or she is aware of the non-consensual nature of their construction. We must make it clear, somehow, that we are aware of the imagine d's non-"realness." Otherwise, we are "crazy," since the imagined does not match up with the language of our community. {similarly, the crazy person may, in some cases, claim "imagination" to resolve their linguistic conflict}
If the imaginer were to say that their reality was real, we would, perhaps, call her crazy--but we might also say that she was trying to impose her idea of reality upon us (to some degree) and we would cite "consensual reality" as the reason for her supposed, inherent craziness, since we often consider "reality" [the product of thought/language] to be consented upon by the community. However, our "consensual reality" is actually not consensual, but imposed.
Imagination, then, is like the re-thinking of previously understood signs--linguistic and visual alike. The one imagining is creating a reality that only they can fully understand. We call this "imaginary" because it [may or may not] [does not necessarily need to] resemble recognizable, previous signs in the form of symbols, metaphors, reconstructions...but is not entirely palpable to those "outside" the imagination.
If shared, the imaginer must acknowledge outright that he or she is aware of the non-consensual nature of their construction. We must make it clear, somehow, that we are aware of the imagine d's non-"realness." Otherwise, we are "crazy," since the imagined does not match up with the language of our community. {similarly, the crazy person may, in some cases, claim "imagination" to resolve their linguistic conflict}
If the imaginer were to say that their reality was real, we would, perhaps, call her crazy--but we might also say that she was trying to impose her idea of reality upon us (to some degree) and we would cite "consensual reality" as the reason for her supposed, inherent craziness, since we often consider "reality" [the product of thought/language] to be consented upon by the community. However, our "consensual reality" is actually not consensual, but imposed.
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Command Center Log Entry
There is a celebration of stamps of some sort. More maturing human beings morphing into idol worshippers if you ask me. If our clan keeps encouraging each other to turn, then the future of humanity is doomed.
A woman who taught me Italian came in and didn't recognize me when we talked. I didn't make an effort to remind her because I liked to feel like I was lurking in the shadows while she was none the wiser and talking to someone who wasn't me. Then she was gone.
I have been thinking about the future a lot. Not the future like 3008, but the future like 241,578,351. What do you think will exist then?
I envision cartoons of amoeba and cellular activity taking place.
I was at a fish fry at this temple people called "The Holy Name" yesterday. At this ritual all sorts of cellular organisms swarm and collect on each other. The cells are drawn to food to sustain themselves so they work together to obtain their nutrients. There was a very effective collaborative phagocytosis effort, but there was still fish left. Planets each themselves, something eats planets. Something else must eat that something.
I am that something.
"We split," said the adolescent human being. This assertion of a presence (or lack thereof, ironically) (or fragmentation) helped the being materialize for a moment before it vanished again!
A woman who taught me Italian came in and didn't recognize me when we talked. I didn't make an effort to remind her because I liked to feel like I was lurking in the shadows while she was none the wiser and talking to someone who wasn't me. Then she was gone.
I have been thinking about the future a lot. Not the future like 3008, but the future like 241,578,351. What do you think will exist then?
I envision cartoons of amoeba and cellular activity taking place.
I was at a fish fry at this temple people called "The Holy Name" yesterday. At this ritual all sorts of cellular organisms swarm and collect on each other. The cells are drawn to food to sustain themselves so they work together to obtain their nutrients. There was a very effective collaborative phagocytosis effort, but there was still fish left. Planets each themselves, something eats planets. Something else must eat that something.
I am that something.
"We split," said the adolescent human being. This assertion of a presence (or lack thereof, ironically) (or fragmentation) helped the being materialize for a moment before it vanished again!
Thursday, March 13, 2008
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