241111 - Chained Resonance

As part of the "analog reflections" series, only analog modules/sound generators are used. There was no digital post-processing.

ar_10_benjolin_reseq

Just playing around with a Benjolin and FX Aid Pro

250117 - Jamuary - 17 - Untitled - Explorations - 1

250122 - Jamuary-22 - Jamming With Ben(jolin)

250124 - Jamuary-24 - Benjolin Studies 2

a sunday jam with benjolin, verbos harmonic oscillator and serge gts

modular_wondering_01

Benjolin playing through Make Noise MultiMod and then channels mixed in Cold Mac, into Mimeophone and then out through Qpas

250324 - March Madness 1

250415 - Not Everything Is Bad Today

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Call me D R Slimer, no joke, that’s the callsign 
And y’all I’m the greatest GOAT of all time 
Bitches all delusional, you think you larvae toppin’ Slimer?
My life is a movie ho - Barbie Oppenheimer

D.R. Slimer, no joke, that’s the callsign 
And y’all I’m the greatest GOAT of all time 
Bitches all delusional, you think you larvae toppin’ Slimer?
My life is a movie ho - Barbie Oppenheimer

Yeah I’m poppin' Grimers with the pokeball, I smoke it all
I done committed to the bit, but y’all don’t get the joke at all
Hurt my back, I gotta soak it long
Yeah that’s the protocol 
Notes App speech to text - that’s how wrote this song 
Money clip thick like the Bible sonny, wigs split on arrival
Funny kicks to the head like Hong Kong Phooey would do
Acting all nonchalant like Louis Theroux 
Beer drinking, crumbs in my beard, thinking about my Weird Weekend
Tear peeking out the corner of my eye
Thoughts off soaring in the sky
When my reverie was interrupted by the boringest of guys
Back from the dead like a flask that’s red for Torrent when he dies 
What, you think I don’t recognize how sexy wives are weaponized?
Mechanized Tetris guys with second lives flexing knives
Can’t cut the mustard, all bluster, they plans jeopardized
I ate the rest of my breakfast, chives 
in the omelette, ah shit, I reckon wise
men, 9 of ten, chime in, when it’s wreckin’ time
But not me, I’m playin' Tekken 9
Emails? I’m checkin' mine
Females - who’s next in line?

D R Slimer, no joke, that’s the callsign 
And y’all I’m the greatest GOAT of all time 
Bitches all delusional, you think you larvae toppin’ Slimer?
My life is a movie ho - Barbie Oppenheimer

D R Slimer, no joke, that’s the callsign 
And y’all I’m the greatest GOAT of all time 
Bitches all delusional, you think you larvae toppin’ Slimer?
My life is a movie ho - Barbie Oppenheimer
Uh

I’m in the honeymoon suite, looks like it’s furnished by Cupid
Damn my life a movie, but it’s Earnest Scared Stupid
Wrist deep in the box, yeah that’s Gom Jabbar action
Juke ‘em out they socks like I’m Lamar Jackson
It’s Mister Steal-Ya-Bussy, I’m stalking your himbo
and I got more bars than on Baltimore windows, yeah
I’m slurpin' up that creepy slop, I’m servin' goblin pablum 
Watchin’ blondes on blondes like a Bob Dyl- album
Make ya toes tap, twerk ya low back, so gritty
And that’s no cap but a throw back O’s fitted
Ooh baby I like it raw, like it’s gored gored
How l 'bout you shut yr big maw and then peep the fuckin scoreboard?
I’ve got a couple Ashkenazis in my fuckin'  Maserati
Every night tucked in by hotties
With any luck I’m noshing nonnies  
Suckin’ on her twat, G, while her girl untuck her cocky
Got a problem with that shit then buck buck goes the shottie  
You won’t even see it coming when I’m attacking you blood
Making air holes like I’m catching a bug
Assaulting precinct 13 we be torchin' thugs in blue
Do they owe us a living team? Of course they fucking do!
I put the barrel to these pigs, blow them commoners
Wigs, yo the trauma yer 
wizened ole mom incurred
made her throat feel tighter than my sphygmomanometer 
There is no barometer 
That could handle pressures higher than the lips of a big fucking dinosaur
I live for the drama ho

D R Slimer, no joke, that’s the callsign 
And y’all I’m the greatest GOAT of all time 
Bitches all delusional, you think you larvae toppin’ Slimer?
My life is a movie ho - Barbie Oppenheimer

D R Slimer, no joke, that’s the callsign 
And y’all I’m the greatest GOAT of all time 
Bitches all delusional, you think you larvae toppin’ Slimer?
My life is a movie ho - Barbie Oppenheimer

Callsign

Visited the tomb of my brothers - first thing I see is Eldritch horror
Womb of our mother Earth infested with a pelvis borer
Doomed star-crossed lovers cursed by the lips of zealous warlords
Who foretell a hellish gory scene now let me tell the story 

Aeons ago in a far off forgotten land
A dark lord dwelled and conceived his rotten plan
Peons show reverence, tithing crops and grams
Of precious metals and stones which dot the land, see
The veil grow thin like cotton candy

From deep within the very fucking bowels of the earth
Feel the agony from hundreds of thousands of births
‘til you’re lying in the backseat just a mound in a Hearst 
The boundaries are cursed 
Who found this world first?

Great warriors fallen, killing blows into sternums
Valkyries callin', villages still burnin’ 
But Godhead’s not dead in the littlest vermin
Life goes on back to milling and churning

Gather roots and berries for the seers they get high on them
Sacrificing virgins out of fear of leviathans 
Generations of failed attempts but we gonna try again 
Sad alone scared and limp by a hero’s grave crying when
The sound of violins erupts from the sky again
Ancient rituals fracture the silence within violence 

Immortal souls trapped within enormous stone cairns
Gunpowder loaded into primitive rifles
Festering towers where dusty tomes bared
Wisdom encoded in layers of ciphers
Flesh devoured and only bones spared
Fission explosions, mind flayers, and vipers
Larger than the fortress where the divine rune dwells
A powerful sorceress rings finely hewn bells
Casts a few spells and conceives of new hells
Rewarding the torturers as paradoxical truth gels
Freedom a reflection of play within play
March out to meet ‘em the direction of the day today’s to slay
Would be kings and and bastard heirs who couldn’t fucking stay away
Banished to the hinterlands where we all prayed they stay 
But now there banners at the entrance and they marchin' on the gate

Eldritch Horror

Dog head out the window headed out to Mt. Hood
Think it’s 20 miles left but I don’t count good
I’m seein' trillium, I’m seein' mycelium rising,
Green pillin' 'em minding, precision with timing 
Always looking and finding the Vis that’s behind things
Lookin' down from the mountain and the city is shining
When you pierce the veil and look behind it’s surprising  
Ancestral Ur soul materializing in rhyming, yeah

Yeah, you're lookin at me askin' how this rascal got kitted
Stay ready ain’t gotta get ready, facts all considered
When it comes to spousal abuse odds are some asshole cop did it
But you know they're gonna get a fucking pass, no conviction 
That’s no cap but a Bass Pro Shop fitted
I can do this fast slow top 50
Rappers from the past, no not Diddy,
met around a table with a task for which I got pity
Doom with his mask on got busy
Slammed his gavel down, “Let’s pick the Rap GOAT- Hop wit it!”
Deliberated for hours, Ras Kass so committed, yeah

Well that decision has been handed to us now you’re gonna hear it in
the end it was unanimous, and final like a period
Slimer is the pinnacle, the eye up in the pyramid 
My approach is clinical, as I evoke the fear in kids 
I grab you with a tentacle and slime you with a myriad 
Of nasty smelling chemicals if you’re close enough you hearing this
Slime clot in your ventricle, can barely breath, face really red
Not trying to be cynical - I'm making sure he’s really dead
Tracks the opposite of minimal - swirling soundscapes fill your head 
I’m an excellent adventurer, yeah I fuck with Bill and Ted 
I ain’t no indentured servant I make a million, shed
skin and I’m born again, even If I’m feeling dead
Take ten steps from shore then swim, chill like a took a pill in bed
Yeah when you’re remembering, “Who was that who kilt the set?”
You can call me Slimer, stand back or get filled with lead

Doghead

Landlords trying to get that low rent sent higher
Growin' real tired of them golems, inspired
To throw them in mire, snatch up all they wealth and build my Frozen Empire

Ain’t no more trees with leaves on it’s an icy cold winter
Mr. Freeze like bichons cuz my icy cold mental
Twisted Tea in that Nissan, yeah that right it’s a rental 
Bitch I’m fucked up 
Feel like a Nissan Altima, in Toyota City
I up and peace to Baltimore next to this goy with big titties 

I ain’t out here looking to get cancelled or killed
Legacy burnt up like Tarantula Hill
Staring back in horror like it’s Amityville
But it’s never gonna happen y'all can’t handle my skill
I go phoenix mode with a penis chode -  Xan in the pill
Slammin' my dill up in Candice and Jill
Man it’s a thrill
I eat some candies and chill
Rammin' a pill down my cats throat - amoxicillin 
'cause he hurt his paw and he got a infection
 
I flash a million to show how I be robbin’ the scene 
Like William Dafoe I be gobbling green

Spending all day reading some hoe’s Tumblr 
Trying to get art school strange like I'm the Obungaler
Sent phantom power to my Benjolin, board fried,  no rungler

Told them bitches off 
cause I’m goated with the sauce
Testicular cancer got a scrotum with no balls

In the grocery store comparing them clearance Jellos
My favorite flavor's American Spirit yellows

Landlords trying to get that low rent sent higher
Growin' real tired of these golems, inspired
to throw them in mire 
Snatch up all they wealth and build my Frozen Empire

I’m going feral and erratic
Slimer dripping goo eating Cheetos in the attic 
Exist outside of the realm your philosophies inhabit 
And I’m getting sushi comped bitch, call me Stephen Paddock

...and I hear the money talk, but it’s only word salad

Shitting in your castle make it a turd palace
Take a whiff asshole, did it out of pure malice
Now your girl looking at me  wanna touch a a nerd’s phallus

Yeah I lawfully caught all these soys in a vice
Lost in the sauce with no joy in they life 
Dicks awfully small like a toy for some mice
Off of that Za, can your boy get a slice?

Sittin' on the patio, rollin' up a fatty yo
Sippin' on a natty boh, daddy-o, 
Gaslight a ratty hoe like Gladio
Shit make me laugh like Pattymo
But then it got dark as shit like a catacomb 
When that heater spit rat-a-tat it go
Body dropping to the floor matta-fact he domed
Innocents hit shoddy work like manufactured homes
Hear that shotty burst move in silence cause they tapped yo phone

Yeah I’m spanking my lobster after shanking 5 mobsters
In the federal clink that's where I let it all sink
In my head and I think how I be rankin' my roster
I got Draculas, werewolfs, Frankenstein's monster
All with they instruments  that would make a fine a concert

I bought 10 flowers for Austin powers 
He often showers in Boston towers yeah

Aye caramba like barrio Bart
Woke up from my slumber to play some Mario Kart
I’m a woke anon yo
Play Pokemon GO while I’m smokin' on dro

I’ve only been to a strip club one time and it was weird 
Sittin' with my ex wife drippin' slime and sippin' beers...

...but now I’m switchin gears

I’m going feral and erratic
Slimer dripping goo eating Cheetos in the attic 
Exist outside of the realm your philosophies inhabit 
And I’m getting sushi comped bitch, call me Stephen Paddock

...and I hear the money talk, but it’s just a word salad

Manipulate the algo call me Charles Babbage
My dog ain’t spayed or potty trained, she snarls she’s a bad bitch 
Sike, of course she potty trained, what you think she piss in the house?
Fuck around get your dick in her mouth
and I hit you with the left that's a fist from the south 

I see you in the club, think you mackin’ on honeys?
If you’re a 10 I’m a natural 20
That’s a critical hit 
You got the littlest dick
You find cabbage so rarely you should pickle it, Rick

character limit reached....

Frozen Empire

I used to hustle up in Hudson had an apartment with some Bard kids
Sold root beer I made myself across the street from the farmers market

At Twig and Carly’s wedding a bottle exploded in the alley
Ppm of CO2 got to high to tally

Same alley where Friends Forever played and made mind soup
Took acid for the first time and got stuck in a time loop

Loop time a in stuck got and time first the for acid took I when

Look Who’s Talking Now, yeah I’m Kirstie Alley
Freestylin' on the mountain telling my kid not to dilly dally 

Juice dripping down our mouths picking berries black like Halley
Those invasive Himalayan kind that grow from here to Cali

Used to hustle up in Hudson had an apartment with some Bard kids
Sold root beer I made myself across the street from the farmers market

At Twig and Carly’s wedding a bottle exploded in the alley
Ppm of CO2 got to high to tally

Same alley where Friends Forever played and made mind soup
Took acid for the first time and got stuck in a time loop

Dank Bank Halloween party Twig dressed up like the Scarecrow
Burlap sack covers his face wooden tube that’s long and narrow

Blowing yopo up your nose until your vision narrows
Might merge with the Godhead or be plunged into terror

I remember when James did it - cried himself to sleep in a wheelbarrow

Picking Laughing Gyms outta front lawns got me on some other shit, I feel empowered and clowney
Ate so many that I saw God in a corn field out rural Howard County
You cowards is pouting in ivory towers while I scour mountains
Drive all the way up to Niagara Falls on a whim, just to glower at Mounties 

Act like you got Slimer figured out, but the fact is you don’t know a damn thing about me
Yeah I be squeezing them triggers now
and all of them boys are all softer than Downy
Back in the day I would shower in fountains
Brushing my teeth with a flower I found kid
It’s powerfully sour, but that shit works so much better than powder
I picked a ton from the meadow over by the base of the water tower 

Drinking that Natty Boh 40 that’s gut rot
Picking shrooms outta horse shit, almost got my ass lit up with the buck shot
Nails 9 inch long popped the tire in my truck, locked me in a Downward Spiral like a limp duck cock yah

Stopped at Wawa for some Lays chips and gasoline buying 
Hit the dug out on the Bay Bridge to Assateague Island
The master be rhymin'
I have you entranced 'til the last word that I chime in
Make 3 points at once like I’m wielding a trident
Make 3 points at once like I’m wielding a trident
The ceilings the sky when you open your mind and get real with your feelings not hide them

Trying to be real this time ‘n 
Something you can feel this time ‘n
Not a bunch of nonsense you’re dealing with Biden 

Show you different sides of Slimer like Studds Terkel on his show
Drop usurpers to the throne
Still take the purple to the dome
Steve or Stefan situation like Urkel got a clone 
I gotta take this mama’s calling, she loves chirping on the phone

I used to hustle up in Hudson in an apartment with some Bard kids
Sold root beer I made myself across the street from the farmers market

At Twig and Carly’s wedding a bottle exploded in the alley
Ppm of CO2 got to high to tally

Look Who’s Talking Now yeah I’m Kirstie Alley
Freestylin' on the mountain telling my kid not to dilly dally

Look Who's Talking Now

Tiny little butt, she's a fan of thugs and hatchet men
Slimer in the cut, banana plug to patch it in
Rhymin' bitch like what? Gannon couldn’t scratch his skin
We’re lightin’ doobies up then we fan ‘em like I’m catching wind
It’s cannon to be plastered when a phantom is your fastest friend

I’m robbin’ a bank with my super fun niece 
Pulled out 2 Choppers got more than One Piece
Droppin’ both the coppers they fall to their knees
They’re gonna need doctors when her and I leave
The teller it shocked her she shit her undies
A customer mocked her, screamed “I’ve got a gun, please:
The vault, you’ll unlock her, insert the money
In this bag with the dollar sign - nothing funny”
High on krokodil they call me Dundee
I don’t breath air - poppers my lungs, G
I love Johnny Rotten I make fun of B-
-eyonce whose bottom the fans come to see
Hop in my model T it’s 1920
Tilting a bottle been drinking plenty
Foot on the throttle gun under the seat
Back to our hovel that’s under the sea
Now I’m rich like Jim Saville but I’m not some creep
I wrote a novel moved to Burundi 
Where it’s hot like Scoville and there are monkeys
I chill in the grotto trippin' on fungi
My fans here grovel and offer sundries
Say my talent’s colossal need more like junkies
I’m their apostle, guide them through rough seas
Till I’m old like fossils and my flow is rusty

I feel the walls closing in, feeling surly, prison of the mind
Woke up early, rizzin’ all the time
Shirley Chisholm got the slime 
Ate her girly jism with some wine
Now I’m a Branded Man like Merle in prison in his prime
Fuck a land lord Furley is no friend of mine
Oppenheimer Barbie bitch I’m nuking your dollhouse
You got superpowers from the nuclear fallout
Sike! It was cancer! Guts, you’re puking them all out
I’ve been inside more wives than a Mormon pinky ring
Destroyed your Destiny, call me Norman Finkelstein
Many men wish death ‘pon me try to pop me like a pimple see
Me dodging the ops until I’m needing wrinkle cream 
and I got a swollen prostate, can barely make a tinkle stream

Wasted all my money - trees laced
Took a single puff made the Come and See face

Wasted all my money - trees laced
Took a single puff made the Come and See face

Tiny little butt, she’s a fan of thugs and hatchet men
Slimer in the cut, banana plug to patch him in
Rhymin bitch like what? Gannon couldn’t scratch his skin
We’re lightin’ doobies up then we fan ‘em like I’m catching wind
It’s cannon to be plastered when a phantom is your fastest friend

A phantom is your fastest friend

It’s cannon to be plastered when a phantom is your fastest friend

A phantom is your fastest friend

Mormon Pinky Ring

Off that duff saying "D'oh!" like I'm Homer
Walk in rough from Moe's like OK-err
See Marge's muff, get sprung like toaster
Bring her up the stairs and we gonna make a posterrrr

Drank so much natty cola till I vomit Blue Sky 
I’m a high rolla, pockets fat like Comic Book Guy 
Girl you fine like Bart’s babysitter and that’s jes’ the facts 
Wanna get you out that navy sweater and fuck like the Mighty Esquilax

I fucked on Marge and now I'm Itchy and Scratchy
Homer come to Shelbyville if you want your ass beat
I don't think them donuts are good for you
Man I just Quick-E-Fart while you take Apu

My mind is reeling, Patty and Selma twerkin' and shoutin'
Trying to borrow a feeling yeah, Kirk Van Houten
They callin’ me Skinner now, way I’m touring this box factory 
Stole Wiggums’ spinner - BLOW! - now all of these cops trackin’ me uh
Pistol to the head, mouth morphin' like a power ranger
Now this fool is dead, Ralph orphaned, laughing “I’m in danger”

Rammin’ dick, got Ginger Flanders’ slit dripping that’s cannon kid 
You fucking mammoth dipshit, I'll hang you out dry out in the hammock district 
You know that I’m keeping it Grimey, Frankly yousa corporate hoe
I be runnin' the Globex, mo' sex than Hank Scorpio

No respect like you Burns’ son, yer
Gettin' no love from me like I’m Kerny’s mother
Yo I light hella fatties, get brain like Martin Prince, fun 
Nights with yella baddies and you just a fucking Simp, son
I know you got a pistol too, you scared to take a risk to use it?
Duuuuuuuh, does Disco Stu like disco music?

The Simpsons Golden Age (Seasons 2-8) Type Beat

Like Water

Oxide

A shower thought with the Macumbista Benjolin: how much variation can I get out of a patch while controlling it only with the instrument's switches rather than any of its knobs? Some delays, reverb, compression ITB. Titled as it is because it ended up reminding me a bit of Cary's "3 4 5 – A Study on Limited Resources".

Patch notes:
XOR -> Osc 1 CV
Osc 1 Square -> Osc 2 CV
Osc 1 Triangle -> Filter CV

Tristram Cary's Benjolin

I'm just here for fun, not money or fame!

(Headphones suggested for full enjoyment!)

for sketches and sundries that don't warrant commercial releases

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