Rambling

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Where we go

Carried into love
Carried into life
Buried by hands that loved her as wife

Lost to flow
Lost to pain
A mother returned to the energy plane

Left behind
Left in sorrow
Fear in facing the thousand tomorrows

Holding hands
Hold agony
Absent but watching over her progeny

The body is always weaker than soul
The spirit continues no matter the toll
Mind carries spirit from one to the next
And still the waves of grief will roll

Where we go is where we wait
Where we wait the light purifies
Why pain is endured corporeal
When the end is what life defies

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Score!

This is not a sports post.

I am entering a scoring contest with Heavyocity and Mayar Nouri.
https://heavyocity.com/product/foundationsscoringcomp/

Short post, but wanted to get this info up. It will be fun, and I already have some brainstorming down. in the DAW.

Fingers crossed!!

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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
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Visible Noise

On this search for entertaining things to add to what I do, I learned about visual synthesizers. Thanks to my friend Alex Plasko, musician and Photographer extraordinaire, I found hardware and software versions of what I was wanting. After looking at pricing, I decided to start with Cathodemer.

So far it does what I expected and then some. I will be adding it to my live streaming on a camera-facing monitor. Just add to the visual ambiance.

The video below is an example, using the visual synth feeding it from the webcam

I plan to have this running with my live stream, and maybe on a projector with live shows. (Or large TV)

I think it will contribute to the vibe!

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The Process

Creating can cause a stress response. Bringing new into the world. eustress and distress feel the same when chemicals are fucked up. Flight or Fight.

Stare at the blank page. Stare at the empty DAW. Stare at the keys. The strings. The silent powered-off amplifier. The empty canvass.

The chemicals just bounce around in a neural stew. No answers. Just agonizing white noise refusing to resolve into a sensory gift.

Defy the static. Turn on the amp. Drag a sound into the DAW. Strum the strings. Press the keys. Make zero sense. Write nonsense words strung together arhythmically.

Motion defies entropy.

Motion defies entropy.

Move.