Scott, I just found you this morning on a blog. I am just getting into composing scores using an Ipad and was doubtful if it was possible for me to succeed with an ipad, then a guy pointed me to all your brilliant compositions that you have made. 

Love the drama and building tension...nicely done!

great orchestral showcase, wonderful arrangement and sound placement

This part is just insane! Really love how you write stories with your music!

Can't get more epic than this. Wonderful story telling, this soundtrack needs no movie, and every movie needs this soundtrack.

Stunning work Scott...with all the small details you put into this masterpiece...a true work of art my friend✌🏻💙

Love this change! Your works are always like a captivating journey!

Bryan Adams meets The Strokes, hanging with U2, and then Stewart Copeland shows up…🕺🏼😎👍🙏😀❤️

Tonight’s The Night

Super Magic

This was a lot of fun. Clever, witty lyrics from @nancy-cunningham-2 on an interesting and contemporary subject. What's not to like? In my head, I was leaning into a bit of McCartney's Three Legs, the Beatles' For You Blue and a dash of Simon and Garfunkel. Did I hit the mark? Probably not. 

Last but not least, the song needed a solo, so I reached out to Rich Joseph (@user-831068061) to add his awesome, double-stopping magic dust. Thanks man!

LYRICS © Nancy Cunningham

Feed the Algorithm
Give him what he wants
Put your best foot forward
Your profile
Your full fronts
Tell him all your secrets
What makes you grin and grunt
Feed the Algorithm
Give him what he wants

Feed the algorithm
Let him roll your dice
He knows your S.A.T. scores
Your dentist and your size
Your IQ and your credit score
He can name your price
Feed the algorithm
Let him roll your dice

Feed the algorithm
What you got to lose?
He knows what you pay in rent
How often you hit snooze
He can tell you how to live
Where to buy your shoes
Feed the algorithm
What you got to lose?

Feed the algorithm
Let him feed you back
He'll tell you if your rainbow
Needs repainting black
He'll serve you tasty morsels
Like your clicking crack
Feed the algorithm
Let him feed you back
Let him feed you back
Let him feed you back

Feed The Algorithm

a track by Marco Lucchi reworked by Walter Fini

ottobre 2022

Walter Fini & Marco Lucchi - Regenbogenekstase (Teil 2)

Method: vintage lemon drop, voice, field recordings into some of the following: roland vt4, obne dweller, warm audio foxy, zoom r 20, samplitude.
Narration: This is a poem about growing up. I will not include an interlinear translation. Both the nuclear mushroom and the moon are visible in the original text layout.

lyrics / copyright jo richter:

als ich kind
war, betrat ein
flimmernder mensch einen
flimmernden mond. das war wichtiger
als ich, diese befremdung. als ich kind
war, wucherte ein druckpilz in stille lagunen-
wasser der zeitlosen, bisher, atolle. das war mächtiger
als ich, diese tödliche teilkraft. als ich erwachsen
genannt wurde, abstrahiert und fragmentiert, entfremdet und zerblitzt
erreichte mich endlich die erkenntnis

dass

all dies

mit absicht veranlasst
wurde, nicht schicksal gewesen war, bevor
es schicksal wurde. die krähen, die
sich von schlachtfeldern nähren, werden vom
lurenklang eines gier-ich gerufen, einem gier-ich, das ich schließlich
als meines erkannte. als ich erwachsener
genannt wurde, wandte sich diese absicht, die nun meine
war, ins ästhetische und
gab sich auf

nach verworfenem im randmeer, im mare marginis zu gründeln

zufolge

Piece A Day N5

I have made some compositional changes but also altered the mastering and lessened the compression.

Variations on an Original Hymn Tune [v2]

Fictional meeting (scene - outdoor table of Paris restaurant in 1972), between Simone de Beauvoir, John-Paul Sartre, Michel Foucault, Claire Parnet and Gilles Deleuze. The 'mister' is the 'mister death' of E.E. Cummings. Claire Parnet is still young, and very much alive.

Lyrics

Claire and Simone
sitting at a table
in Hausmannian loveshine (chorus: sunshine)
Having a real good time
makin fun of the boys John-Paul

was wearing a suit
he looked just like an undertaker
Gilles couldn’t hardly breath for laughing
spilt coffee on his purple sweater

The ladies were teasing Michel as well
dressed up like a biker
black leather jacketed biker
with his roll neck sweater below
should ha left the jacket at home
Simone told him

she said he looked like a criminal

and Michel smiled and liked that a lot
and Claire smiled and liked that a lot
and Gilles smiled and liked that a lot
and JP said ‘nothing’

Haussmanian loveshine
philosophical sunshine
ontological outfits...what you gonna do?

There was a clean white linen tablecloth
with half a lemon on the table
cos someone thought
Simone wanted lemon in her tea

She asked the waiter for an ashtray for JP
and make it snappy if you please
cos he was telling how his mother was a stranger
and how his father’s death had been a blessing
cos he never met him

and they laughed about that too
in Haussmanian loveshine
philosophical sunshine
ontological outfits

with lemons on the table in the sunshine
in the spring of seventy two
talking bout 68
don’t talk about 68 again
cos times listening

There was half a lemon on the table
in the sunshine
by Foucault
just a minute ago...

and what i want to know is
what I really what to know is

where’s your blue eyedboy mister?
where’s your browneyed girl mister?

what i want to know is

how d’you like your blueeyed boy?
how do you like your browneyed girl?
how d’you like your blueeyed boy?
how do you like your browneyed girl....mister...mister?
how do you like em?
how do you like em?
how do you like em?
how do you like em?
how do you like em?
now?

Claire et Simone
assis à une table
en haussmannien loveshine (refrain : soleil)
Passer un vrai bon moment
se moquer des garçons John-Paul

portait un costume
il ressemblait à un croque-mort
Gilles avait du mal à respirer de rire
café renversé sur son pull violet

Les dames taquinaient Michel aussi
habillé comme un motard
motard en cuir noir
avec son pull col roulé en dessous
aurait dû laisser la veste à la maison
Simone lui a dit

elle a dit qu'il ressemblait à un criminel

et Michel souriait et aimait beaucoup ça
et Claire a souri et a beaucoup aimé
et Gilles souriait et aimait beaucoup ça
et JP a dit "rien"

L'amour haussmannien
soleil philosophique
tenues ontologiques... qu'est-ce que tu vas faire ?

Il y avait une nappe de lin blanc propre
avec un demi-citron sur la table
Parce que quelqu'un a pensé
Simone voulait du citron dans son thé

Elle a demandé au serveur un cendrier pour JP
et rendez-le accrocheur s'il vous plaît
Parce qu'il racontait que sa mère était une étrangère
et comment la mort de son père avait été une bénédiction
Parce qu'il ne l'a jamais rencontré

et ils en ont ri aussi
en loveshine haussmannien
soleil philosophique
tenues ontologiques

avec des citrons sur la table au soleil
au printemps de soixante-douze
parler de 68
ne parle plus du 68
parce que le temps écoute

Il y avait un demi-citron sur la table
dans le rayon de soleil
par Foucault
il y a juste une minute...

et ce que je veux savoir c'est
ce que je dois vraiment savoir, c'est

où est ton garçon aux yeux bleus monsieur?
où est votre fille aux yeux bruns monsieur?

ce que je veux savoir c'est

comment trouvez-vous votre garçon aux yeux bleus?
comment aimez-vous votre fille aux yeux bruns?
comment trouvez-vous votre garçon aux yeux bleus?
comment aimez-vous votre fille aux yeux bruns .... monsieur ... monsieur?
comment les aimes-tu?
comment les aimes-tu?
comment les aimes-tu?
comment les aimes-tu?
comment les aimes-tu?
maintenant?

Machine World

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