No Sooner [Naviarhaiku411]

Nanobot Vision

2022-04-26

NLS - 2022 - 04 - 26

Willy Wonka. Awkward silences. Moffenzeef.

Techniques
- LFO control over panning
- LFO control over track volume
- LFOs controlling other LFOs they've never even met
- Phase offset of LFOs to create variation

Odeur Disquiet0543

“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science.”   ~ Albert Einstein

Track list:
Daniel Lanois – Asylum (from Sling Blade)
Night Note – Urban Chorus
The Simonsound – Call Of The Siren
Tuonela – The scent of bitter almond… (excerpt)
BBC Radiophonic Workshop – The Body In Question (Greenwich Chorus)
Ed Mundio – 4am In The Morning City Chorus
Bing & Ruth – Tomorrow Was The Golden Age
Keith Jarrett – Somewhere Over The Rainbow
Angostura Elwar – Urban Chorus
Russell Wilson & Mark Howard – Phone Call (from Sling Blade)
Óscar Vargas y David Espejo – Cometa 1973 excerpt (from Cromometrofonia)
Antonella Eye Porcelluzzi & Tuonela – Parachutes
Tokyo Happy Coats – Harlem Nocturne
OMIT – The Turning Point
dramavinile - 1
Lévon Minassian & Armand Amar – Nusrat’s Allap
Alex Linegar – Motes
Rowdy Sects – Serpent Pillars Tung
itwasthewires & Marco Lucchi – Charlotte [third encounter]
Plone – 140
Dr M – The future sucks on the past (remix)

Eclectic current – Hunting our own ghosts

King Imagine: electronics - 
Bruno Gussoni: shakuhachi

King Imagine & Bruno Gussoni - Puzzles

Catatonic Electronic 緊張病の電子 Katatonische Elektronik

Scene 1 - 

The political future lies in the metaverse
Building worlds but there’s something in the wind
The land is cursed
Worse yet, the old world sheds it’s skin

Scene 2 - 

Catch me at the Smithsonian
Contemplating the history of Babylonian gods and dinosuars
Sun showers and thuderstorms
While the phonograph spins 
Like a centrifuge of ninja scrolls

Scene 3 -

Its Terminator TechNoir
I’m mic checking bars
Wrecking fuel injection cars
Scratching up the record scars
Hollywood walk of fame
Mind controlled movie stars

Scene 4 - 

Oligarchs and Tsars
Vampire garlic 
What transpires next
Defined as karmic
His mind was fragile
Psychedelic shaman 
Reptilian gods
Paying homage
Satanic ley lines

Scene 5 -

Shinzo Abe
Hammurabi
Alien Anunnaki
Psylocibin and Shitake      
Playing that mind karate
Paparazzi flash bulbs
This one’s for you my akhi

Scene 6 - 

Next on the agenda
Nobody’s stopping
They call me the great pretender
Cytokinetic toxins
Falling on the grenade
A marthon of 
Amazon shopping
Dropping dark web acid
Access point hopping

Scene 7 -

Into the blackness
They try to attack this
Rappers resort
To genuine whackness
It’s weird New Jersey
Spinning on a shifted earth’s axis
Enacted my praxis
Iverson in practice

Scene 8 - 

Hop the C train
To Bedford Stuyvesant
My coven
Practice witchcraft 
In a dozen abandoned
Subterranean spacecraft
It’s an everyday thing
Up in Kings county

Scene 9 - 

Gotta bounty on my head in the whole city
This is a post modern pattern pulled from an apparition
Risen from a hidden savior 
The world lies in decomposition
Considered my poems
Taboo misbehavior

Scene 10 - 

Decorative bamboo stick
Adorns my humble shack
In bumble fuck
I was born in the sticks
On the morn of a Blue Monday
Lights out on the oneway
Concealed carry on the subway

Scene 11 - 

Singing hymns on a Sunday
Someday I’ll make a million
Become a beach bum
Walk your dazzling runway
I wrote this one in blood
Cutthroat and scrubbed
The digital parchment

Scene 12 - 

The evolution of my avatar
Counterculture revolution of a social media star
A digital sculpture created in recognition
The physical point of a brief moment of position

Scene 13 - 

I got too many voices going off inside my head
Too many choices to make before I’m dead
Too many faces that I wish could forget
The poison in my veins is slowly taking affect

Scene 14 - 

I got too many voices going off inside my head
Too many choices to make before I’m dead
Too many faces that I wish could forget
The poison in my veins is slowly taking affect

Scene 15 - 

Every nerve ending in my body is screaming
Every nerve ending in my body is screaming

Scene 16 - 

The file overwrites
Dancing under the laser light
Romancing with a razor thin electron tonight

Scene 17 - 

Caught inside the moonlight
Illuminate the room right
Entombed pharaohs
In Shiva’s lunar womb
Assume it’s just a troglodyte
Dog bite
Hell hounds
Encircling the outer rings of hell

Scene 18 - 

The subwoofer swells
Under my black magic spells
Ancient universal secrets
Reveals what it tells
Fell into the mist
On a midnight tryst
While the cryptkeeper skips
MIDI Wizard encrypts

Scene 19 - 

The beat shifts
Going off on some other shit
I could feel the beams
Attract me to the mothership
Watching time drip
Like I’m trapped in the persistence of memory
This is how your gonna remember me

Scene 20 —

A cyborg suicide 
Trembling on the brink of insanity
Time travel in the blink of an eye of humanity
Vanity my greatest sin
A profanity laced disaster
Unravel mortal coil for the master

Scene 21 -

Nothing but laughter
When they take me to the hereafter

Nothing but laughter
When they take me to the hereafter

Nothing but laughter
When they take me to the hereafter

Nothing but laughter
When they take me to the hereafter

Scene 22 -

Life4M

Catatonic Electronic

Beloved Boulevard

Mission Orange

NEW DRONE V Meditation

UK creatives should listen to this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yK4wBWiozyM

You must hear this: https://vimeo.com/52766051

*****

Ed Brunsden was kind and patient enough to interview me for  his blog Desert... Mountain... Dust...  - you can read it at https://desertmountaindust.blogspot.com.au/2017/02/tuonela-primitive-progressive.html

After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music. ~ Aldous Huxley

All good music resembles something. Good music stirs by its mysterious resemblance to the objects and feelings which motivated it. ~ Jean Cocteau

All music is beautiful. ~ Billy Strayhorn
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I've become addicted to drone. Again. I was the kid with his head on the piano, listening to the overtones die away, or pressing his ear to the steel hull of the ferry, enthralled by the sounds it created. I was the kid who formed wordless songs to accompany the sound of train wheels on a long journey, or hummed along with the fan on a hot day.

In the 60s I used to play my 45s on 16, or backwards, or by hand using razor blades as stylii.

I made cut-up tapes on a cheap cassette recorder in the 70s and experimented with reel-to-reel in the 80s. 

Thank you Subotnick, Lygeti, Coltrane, Jimi, Mimaroglu, Eno, Cluster, Tangerine Dream, Klaus Schulze, Frank Zappa, Pink Floyd, Kraftwerk, Throbbing Gristle...

I am not a musician. I am a scavenger of sounds. I use the most basic software to process those sounds, stretching and filtering until something emerges that makes a joyful noise. Or not...