Saturday, May 16, 2009
Friday, May 15, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Autumn
~By Shari
Snaking slowly upwards through valleys of fire
and tunnels of flame.
Distant mist becomes a river which is wiped away wiped away
wiped away
as the wind shatters amber sparks against the grey.
They lie, fallen, waiting for their embers to fade.
Crushed into sodden ash
that smells of spices.
and tunnels of flame.
Distant mist becomes a river which is wiped away wiped away
wiped away
as the wind shatters amber sparks against the grey.
They lie, fallen, waiting for their embers to fade.
Crushed into sodden ash
that smells of spices.
Chrism
~By Somebody
An ambient work comprised of four songs but presented here as a single unified piece spanning 25 minutes. The four parts are:
1. Chinese Cemetery Poppy
2. After the Machinery
3. Sadness Segue
4. They Won't Speak To Him
MusicPlayer
Alternatively, you can download it here: Chrism.
1. Chinese Cemetery Poppy
2. After the Machinery
3. Sadness Segue
4. They Won't Speak To Him
MusicPlayer
Alternatively, you can download it here: Chrism.
Atari 2600 Custom Waveforms
~By Sebastian Tomczak
In a very real sense, this is a follow up to a previous post about equal-tempered tuning on the Atari 2600. I love the Atari 2600 in-built timbres, but wouldn't it be nice if there could be some other waveforms too?
Well, I've been working on a way to do just this, although it's mainly experimental at the moment. Here are some waveform snapshots, recorded from an Atari 2600 that was being controlled via MIDI in real time. The waveform shape is chosen via MIDI as well.
Well, I've been working on a way to do just this, although it's mainly experimental at the moment. Here are some waveform snapshots, recorded from an Atari 2600 that was being controlled via MIDI in real time. The waveform shape is chosen via MIDI as well.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
30 Songs In 30 Days: 08 - 12
~By Sebastian Tomczak
I've joined this challenge to write 30 pieces of chip music in 30 days.
"The idea of it is that in a timeframe of 30 days you are to write 30 songs. These songs can be a 10 second long melody and bassline or an epic, melodic 15 minute long piece. There is little chance of actually completing 30 masterpieces, but that isn’t the point. The point is to push your boundaries of what you would normally do."
Here is my eighth song. It's called "To Swim Upstream", written for Sega Master System.
Here is my ninth song. It's called "Skeletons", written for Sega Master System.
Here is my tenth song. It's called "I Am Outside", written for Sega Master System.
Here is my eleventh song. It's called "The Inn", written for Sega Master System.
Here is my twelfth song. It's called "Mr Functional", written using Ableton Live as a sketch of a track for the Sinicore Sinistar Compilation.
You can also listen to these tracks via the rss feed.
"The idea of it is that in a timeframe of 30 days you are to write 30 songs. These songs can be a 10 second long melody and bassline or an epic, melodic 15 minute long piece. There is little chance of actually completing 30 masterpieces, but that isn’t the point. The point is to push your boundaries of what you would normally do."
Here is my eighth song. It's called "To Swim Upstream", written for Sega Master System.
Here is my ninth song. It's called "Skeletons", written for Sega Master System.
Here is my tenth song. It's called "I Am Outside", written for Sega Master System.
Here is my eleventh song. It's called "The Inn", written for Sega Master System.
Here is my twelfth song. It's called "Mr Functional", written using Ableton Live as a sketch of a track for the Sinicore Sinistar Compilation.
You can also listen to these tracks via the rss feed.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
September's Dusk Horizon Never Ends
~By Somebody
Loose white sand
collects
in dark hollows
of seashells.
Burned sky
inks her eyes,
changing hazel
to pale green.
Isn't the dune heath
alive tonight?
A fever of heather
and yellow gorse.
Twilight dims:
its growing density
casts darkness
across her body.
Oh to escape
old drudgeries,
our bones by the sea
with bottles of rum.
Our braille skin
peels to ash
and drifts into
sun and undertow.
September's
dusk horizon
never ends.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
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