::Monday, January 27, 2003::
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It's all go in Smunkville! Relocating to Brixton this week. Inheriting extra equipment. The boundaries of the set have been established. Audio postings should be available soon!
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Keywords: Life
::Wednesday, January 08, 2003::
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Asphixiation has been averted. Phew. I'm in the ocean in my fancy boat. Bedroom recording is underway, with the tangle of cables between instruments and audio transduction devices thickening by the day.
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Keywords: Life
::Thursday, January 02, 2003::
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Arggh. I spent xmas and new year seperated from most of my equipment and, a few ideas aside, I'm in the same place I was when I last blogged. (This one marks the shift of music rants about Smunk from 'Music' to 'Smunk').
I'll spend some of the weekend working on some loops and some intensifying sounds (rhythmic and dronal). Then I'll be in a freer position to experiment within Ableton. As for emotional content... I'm not having emotions clearly enough or for long enough to record them in the uncertain time-space tributary I'm currently navigating. This might be a tiny stream that will lead me out onto dry land where I'll thrash to asphixiation in a waterless vacuum of meaningless air. You know, where I'm the fish. And the water is The Girl. And I've got five minutes to change my gills into lungs or I'll die. Or will I suddenly find myself crashing through the dam? What's on the other side? A slightly wider river? A beautiful lake? Outer space? I want to be somewhere loud and wonderful. Where every rhythmic detail has such beauty and significance that it couldn't be any other way. I want to break back into the cosmos. To push my fractal tentacles further with every heartbeat. I want to be an explorer again.
You, human, must realise that without experiencing extremes you cannot hope to understand where you are. Extremes are necessary and frightening. Most extremes hit you by accident. You're calibrated by your experiences. Markers on a ruler. It feels like the markers are on the ends. But the ruler doesn't stretch in a straight line, and it's not just one line. The scale extends into every dimension where it is twisted and tangled by anything it tries to measure. So where are your markers, really? You have a finite set of emotions that reference the ruler to administer doses of drugs to be your feelings. I don't want to show you what's between my markers. I want you to know where the markers are and where they're going. I want to know where they're going myself!
I'm incredibly tired.
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