Updating

Adding links to friends, bands, resources, and shit I like over in the LINKS! page. (See the main menu, not gonna double link…)

Kinda going old school and slowly removing all but the minimum from most social media. Twitch and Youtube are gonna get most of my traffic until I can get a streaming resource on this page that works reliably.

Keep an eye open

Creative tools and Technology

My original thought, and expanding on the theme.

My auditory and visual arts use technology and randomly generated unintended noises based on the use of saturated and distorted effects on generated and sampled sounds. I do the same with video and illustration. I also incorporate AI-generated imagery into videos and still pictures to enhance the whole.

Visually I am also using video synthesis on random seeds and live video feed through specific programs to make one-time unique patterns that react to current sounds and beats at the time of creation.

Who am I to judge another artist because they use the medium of pure text to have technology manipulate it into an image?

I am an average vocalist that uses technology to make things I do vocally interesting. (not autotune, but other effects) I distort and modulate my stringed instruments so that the analog input comes out as something unattainable acoustically otherwise.

I would love a cybernetic implant that would allow me to “play” audio and visual instruments to create a sound and video-scape in real time using nothing but my mind while I play instruments to accompany it.

Eyes – AI-enhanced self-portrait

AI is simply technology. Plain and simple. It will not generate art on its own without input of some kind. It will be directed to auto-generate by some creative force. That will be the programmer, the human inputting prompts, the variables changed out during implementation. Any number of things eventually lead back to the person creating the generating program. If this is not a form of art, then nothing we do with technology is art.

From the moment we started banging rocks together or sticks to create sounds our bodies are incapable of creating (not counting artists like Michael Winslow) we are using technology for art. (He often uses effects and the response patterns of microphones for his noises.)

Anything you can do with and to your body would then be the only “pure” art. Voice, hands, feet, and any other extremities. The moment you use echo in a cave or hallway, you are incorporating more than your body. A stick is a technology when used as a tool. While there are examples of slap and vocalized percussion and acapella music of all kinds in chorals and choirs, we need more mediums of expression.

Visually you have limited tools at your disposal. Glossing over that the use of a wall could be technology, You have various bodily fluids that dry into different colors at different densities to create art. You can form long hair into a brush that you wear and comb it into different sizes. Any use of outside pigments, brushes, knives, or palettes is technology.

For moving visual art, it gets harder. When does a costume become technology? Props are definitely technology. Lighting to create mood is technology. Hell, the stage could be considered technology if it enhances the scene outside human influence.

Finally, the written word. Sanskrit to online bitching, it is all technology. Finger painting your thoughts onto naturally occurring surfaces with body fluids would be about the limit to what would be considered the use of technology. There are entire societies revolving around the spoken word. Oral histories are passed down from generation to generation. The Uluru people (An accepted term Indigenous Australians use for the continent prior to occupation, based on a major tribe’s language.) are one of the best examples of this. They have art and history with minimal technology and are so accurate with their history that we can match it to geological events. They still use technology but would be the closest example of what we are discussing here that I am familiar with.

This is all opinion. Art is subjective, and technology should be used to enhance it at all levels. It makes art more accessible. I hate gatekeepers. Technology helps me get the noises in my head out into the world so that others may suffer… I mean enjoy it. I am on several discord servers where I see people spend hours refining a single prompt to get one picture generated from an AI server. You know they got what they were looking to create when they stop posting to the thread. These are people who may not be able to use other tools to get their vision out. Maybe a physical limitation stops them. Access to expensive tools stops them. Open AI servers and a keyboard enable them to get what they want out into the visual realm.

I am not one to judge or restrict them.

Moth

Flame seeker
last flight to fuck off and die
head toward the light

Burning self internally
No input
just setting out

Fly
Fuck
Die
Immolation

Fly
Fuck
Die
Immolation

perpetuating the cycle
the worm never knows
dissolving the old self
crawl out to dry
crawl out to fuck off and die

Fly
Fuck
Die
Immolation

Ready?

The pain is fading, no pills to just walk.
the struggle is fading, I can just stop and talk
The desire to wander into traffic is a quiet refrain
At peace with the killer, and she lives in my brain

The feeling of impending something quiets
the shadows shrinking but still looming defiant
The void keeps calling, but goes to the machine
convinced alerts are red but the lights are all green

I want to know, before that moment that I go
To see it coming before I face that last breath of cold
Brace for impact or embrace the real fact
but I want to go before the suffering takes hold

Living in agony to distract from the hurt
growing my fears in my mind’s fertile dirt
comfort finds me and rocks me to rest
until the voices rise up and tighten my chest

No pills to calm me, just seeking out arms
the kind to embrace, or the kind to do harm
Mother earth don’t deny me my natural right
to be aware of what’s coming and a chance to fight

I want to know, before that moment that I go
To see it coming before I face that last breath of cold
Brace for impact or embrace the real fact
but I want to go before the suffering takes hold

Money can’t buy happiness, but it buys all the pills
it pays for the faceless and pays all the bills
Filthy paper tuck intimately behind tight strings
the touch then the absence of all that it brings

The lies whispered from inside the skull
keep the sleep meter empty and adrenaline full
The void keeps calling, but goes to the machine
convinced alerts are red but the lights are all green

I want to know, before that moment that I go
To see it coming before I face that last breath of cold
Brace for impact or embrace the real fact
but I want to go before the suffering takes hold

I want to be ready when the suffering takes hold

Dammit I’m Mad

Umm
Dammit I’m Mad
forward and back
pacing back and forth reading it
feels like a personal attack

pace a trench into the floor
it’s a battleground
trench warfare
another whore there
another squeak to end the sound

dammit I’m mad
dammitimmad
palindrome pale in comparison
to the bastards in my garrison

the algorithm shifts
from the shit that is spoken
the system is anti social
the media is broken

drone on about it
about the outrage
fried spam and LSD
why’s everybody always looking for me?

I am hiding in pain sight
it hurts to see the shadows
it burns to see the light
stare until I’m blind
and you can hide tonight

dammit I’m mad
pacing the line again
I got my fucking juice
but I can’t stand gin

Got my vodka
got my scotch
got my kilt on so a ventilated crotch

nothing you can do about it
woke up on the wrong side of reality
angry again

I just wish I could make you see
that I walk the line
I break my spine
I drink my wine
it’s for the heart
as I drain the bottle and fall apart

bottle still intact
not broken like the pump
sitting dead in the cavity
just a rotting little lump

Can I feel something?
can you feel this?
no air guitar
I air hump because I can’t twerk
dammit I’m mad
and I am not the jerk