The text is by French poet Christophe Tarkos (1963-2004). Height was written originally in French in 1996.

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Height

No Lands remix of Caroline Shaw's Partita for 8 Voices, performed by Roomful of Teeth.

Originally premiered by Q2 Music.

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Allemande (No Lands Remix)

The first release on IHEARTCOMIX's new record label IHC 1NFINITY!

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CHELA - HANDFUL OF GOLD
Produced by: Chela, Le Bruce & Lars Stalfors

Handful of Gold

Handful of Gold (Chrome Sparks Remix)

Chela - Handful Of Gold (Chrome Sparks Remix)

Part of my 365 project, "Create Yourself"

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Based on 012515

i want what moves from the lips,
past the teeth,
to the ooooohhhhh
and the up 
and the down

the thrill of unfamiliarity

the kind that makes angels sing
out of tune masterpieces

(is this what you need?)
(probably not
but it’s good enough for now) 

365 - 013115

Performed by Ensemble Offspring

Lamorna Nightingale – alto flute
Jason Noble – bass clarinet
Elizabeth Welsh – violin
Geoffrey Gartner – cello 
Claire Edwardes – percussion
Zubin Kanga – piano

Recording courtesy of ABC Classic FM

read/write error (mixed ensemble)

After watching The Secret Rules of Modern Living: Algorithms, I decided to create a simple bubble sort algorithm. In this case the "correct" sort is a functional harmonic progression with increasingly long durations. To save time, I did it by hand...

Bubble Sort

comet song break the old church i was not afraid when the guns went flaccid took my breath back from them foreign ties that strangle them

calling card right in front of me couldn't make the granite bark like a dog yours was stone pillared down placate in the needing game

tell the right i am overwhelmed with empty reasons you looked back salty pitch just admit you like my easy pace its not too much to say out loud

how will i know
that the chains have
pulled my hands in front of the airless sky
where is my place is it
in the sullied tide
your tide

where's the place i can hide away all my thoughts scattered in the black sand airport coat rolls away when i become a slimy bug

pull the noose in the dark of the stadium beat on your wooden drum when the war has begun it's too much to handle could i

change your mind with a magazine fifteen drums beat us down careful sights one sweet town i am wanting nothing but the warmth of bed and tickles of the grass along my toes your hands in my hair all day long

how will i know
that the chains have
pulled my hands in front of the airless sky
where is my place is it
in the sullied tide
your tide

Sullied Tide

Remembering Chopin

Originally composed for belly dancer in Tokyo, using my "Al-Noor" processing techniques. There's a lot going on under the skin of the music. I'm thinking about reviving and revising it for an upcoming tour of the UK and Europe.

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Brooks lives in Brooklyn with his cat Guinness.

Height

Brooks Frederickson

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