Soundwaves

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Now, I’m a big fan of sound and I can get pretty wrapped up in ambient music and the whole discussion about what “ambient” really is. I fell in love with the Buddha Machine immediately and was fascinated with what others did with the loops (as in Robert Henke of Monolake fame, as well as a cast of characters for Staubgold’s Jukebox Buddha) — in fact, I made some favorable noises about all three over at Igloo recently (three-pack review here). So, you’ve got a box that makes (somewhat) random loop structures. You’ve got ambienteers making songs out of loops and environmental noises. What else could a young boy in love with sound want?

Well, how about this? The Ambient Addition. It’s a walkman that contains a pair of binaural mikes, a DSP chip, and some of its own loops. Put on the earbuds and everyone thinks you’re doing Apple’s isolation game. Nope. You’re actually listening to randomly generated ambient music that is sourced from your surroundings.

Temporal Drift

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Well, I’ve fallen into all manner of temporal holes. In one, I made a visit to the gonad doctor late last week. He presented me with some lovely stubs (the magic number around our house is “four,” not three and not more). In another, I’m two months in the future where I’m finishing MARCH for the Farrago’s Wainscot project. And, even there, I’m actually in JUNE because that is where MARCH becomes comprehensible. And, during the day, I’m about six weeks behind. It’s all very slippery, really.

Anyway, here’s a bit of background noise from a cab ride in the middle of winter.

“Good evening, you are listening to Last Hour. We are counting down the minutes and seconds until Bleak Zero. I will be your host; I will be the voice of reason and compassion. My words will be your anchor. In these last days, in this last hour, I will give you hope. I will give you reason. I will give you a chance. Listen closely, my dear children, for your lives are very brief.

We are all participants in a global experiment, a world-wide trial where there is no control group. This is the secret of our leadership. You can look through the empty spaces in their expedient rhetoric, data mine their whispered phone conversations, and even eavesdrop on their midnight moaning as they climax all over the scarred bellies of their whores, but you won’t find any admission of their secret agenda. They are too clever for that, too bound by their own pacts and betrayals to admit the truth of what they have done.

The blood has dried at the bottom of the page where all thirteen signatures are in place. The stars are aligned, the order is kept, and the wheel has been set in motion. All that is left is your participation. Your. Sacrifice. Is. Required.”

When you see it next, it will look something like this:

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Because that’s the sort of project that it is. Or becoming. Slippery all around.