Green River Lake (Woodland Blue)

Lethe's Touch (Oblivion)

The Court (Persephone and Hades)

Quick little piece, inspired by the Cradle / Royce scene from Transistor.

Provenance / Emitter (Vermilion Crescendo)

How can I not get inspired by Kentucky Route Zero?

Outside / Interior (The Bureau of Reclaimed Spaces)

Quick little experiment with delay-overuse and drums. 

Strange Aeons

"From a distance, from the air, it first looks like a swamp. Vines have grown over the streetlamps. Flower bushes obscure the streets. A few of the houses have slipped partially into the ground, foundations cracked by underground roots."

-Sightseeing, Kentucky Route Zero Act II

Julian (Awaken / Sempiternal)

Which of your parents wouldn't let you watch television?

Weaver / Graveyard (Shades of Static)

Quick little experiment with a sort of dreamy toy-music-esque style. Lots of inspiration from Daniel Olsén's incredibly enjoyable album Music from Moonlit Lake (definitely recommend checking it out here: https://danielolsen.bandcamp.com/album/songs-from-moonlit-lake).

Poudrin

Replayed Act III recently and was inspired by the glorious Xanadu music (Ben Babbitt why are you so great). Getting so hyped for Act IV!

Bedquilt Caves (Synthesized Macrocosm)

“They had to evacuate the grade school on Tuesday. Kids were getting headaches and eye irritations, tasting metal in their mouths. A teacher rolled on the floor and spoke foreign languages. No one knew what was wrong. Investigators said it could be the ventilating system, the paint or varnish, the foam insulation, the electrical insulation, the cafeteria food, the rays emitted by microcomputers, the asbestos fireproofing, the adhesive on shipping containers, the fumes from the chlorinated pool, or perhaps something deeper, finer-grained, more closely woven into the basic state of things.”

― Don DeLillo, White Noise 

Mylex / Cradlesong

The time of dangling insects arrived. White houses with caterpillars dangling from the eaves. White stones in driveways. You can walk at night down the middle of the street and hear women talking on the telephone. Warmer weather produces voices in the dark. They are talking about their adolescent sons. How big, how fast. The sons are almost frightening. The quantities they eat. The way they loom in doorways. These are the days that are full of wormy bugs. They are in the grass, stuck to the siding, hanging in the hair, hanging from the trees and eaves, stuck to the window screens. The women talk long-distance to grandparents of growing boys. They share the Trimline phone, beamish old folks in hand-knit sweaters on fixed incomes.

What happens to them when the commercial ends?

― Don DeLillo, White Noise 

Nyodene Derivative / Postmodern Sunsets

Donald (Black Mold Reverie)

This track uses samples from the Magnetic Fields collection. 

http://99sounds.org/magnetic-fields/

Elkhorn Mine (Remnants / Reverberation)

Tell me a story.

In this century, and moment, of mania,
Tell me a story.

Make it a story of great distances, and starlight.

The name of the story will be Time,
But you must not pronounce its name.

Tell me a story of deep delight.



-Robert Penn Warren



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This track uses samples from Project Pegasus, courtesy of 99Sounds.

http://99sounds.org/project-pegasus/

Kentucky Blue (Prelude)

This track uses samples from the Project Pegasus and Magnetic Fields collections, courtesy of 99Sounds.

http://99sounds.org/project-pegasus/

http://99sounds.org/magnetic-fields/

Wraith / Interference (Marquez Farmhouse)

Long ago, in Kentucky, I, a boy, stood
By a dirt road, in first dark, and heard
The great geese hoot northward.

I could not see them, there being no moon
And the stars sparse. I heard them.

I did not know what was happening in my heart.

It was the season before the elderberry blooms,
Therefore they were going north.

The sound was passing northward.


-Robert Penn Warren


A Dying Light / Eventide (Equus Sundown)

I shall build me a house where the larkspur blooms
In a narrow glade in an alder wood,
Where the sunset shadows make violet glooms,
And a whip-poor-will calls in eerie mood.

I shall lie on a bed of river sedge,
And listen to the glassy dark,
With a guttered light on my window ledge,
While an owl stares in at me white and stark.

I shall burn my house with the rising dawn,
And leave but the ashes and smoke behind,
And again give the glade to the owl and the fawn,
When the grey wood smoke drifts away with the wind.

-Robert Penn Warren

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This track uses samples from the 99Sounds Magnetic Fields collection.

http://99sounds.org/magnetic-fields/


Gasoline / Incandescent (Beneath Equus)

I cannot recall what I started to tell you, but at least

I can say how night-long I have lain under the stars and

Heard mountains moan in their sleep. By daylight,

They remember nothing, and go about their lawful occasions

Of not going anywhere except in slow disintegration. At night

They remember, however, that there is something they cannot remember.


-Robert Penn Warren



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This track uses samples from the 99Sounds Magnetic Fields collection.

http://99sounds.org/magnetic-fields/


Neon / Fluorescence (Equus Radiance)

Short experiment with a few Sytrus synthesizers and some reverb & delay effects.

Aether Glimpses

Resound

Veilscape

Hooves (The Zero / Traffic)

Wreathe - I

Wreathe - II

Found an old reverb experiment and decided to do a little bit of cleaning up. 

The Vast and Many-Tongued Now Sings to Me (Lost Cosmonaut Lullaby)

Allhallowtide

Inspired by Here and There Along The Echo (http://kentuckyroutezero.com/here-and-there-along-the-echo/).

Drifters / Pilgrims (The Echo)

Nacre

Nucleation

2020 (Mutation Requiem)

I saw his round mouth's crimson deepen as it fell,
Like a Sun, in his last deep hour;
Watched the magnificent recession of farewell,
Clouding, half gleam, half glower,
And a last splendour burn the heavens of his cheek.
And in his eyes
The cold stars lighting, very old and bleak,
In different skies.

-Wilfred Owen

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