NEW MORDECATS!!

There are some new things up on the old sound-of-cloud. Go LISTEN!

Music. It always (but never really) changes me.

I have been listening to two things. First, early 1900's composers like Schoenberg, Strauss, with some mid 1900's as well(i.e. Karlheinz Stockhausen and Giacinto Scelsi) Second is stoner-doom-metal. My current favorites being Wiht and Horn of the Rhino.

The most apparrent comparison I can make is the interest in tone. Perfecting the quality of each note/chord/cluster/sound. Really, this is not tone at all. Timbre, or the quality of a musical note or sound that distinguishes different types of sound production(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Timbre), is what I mean.

Yes, I did just cite Wikipedia. Fuck you.

The composers of those eras of interest, and the downtuned sound most doom bands profess is a sound obsessed with expressing/changing/creating a very specific shape-colored sound. Either by playing a completely unrecognizable cluster of notes that is derived from a completely different musically theoretical way or simply putting fatter strings on your guitar and using very specific amplification parameters, the goal is similar.

And, now, where they both differ is dynamics. In fact, all modern music has completely lost all sense of dynamics whatsoever... We can blame this on the loudness obsession in audio production today and throughout history. Or, we can just say that dynamics are not a marketable aspect of music, and have somehow been pushed out of interest by flooding the (this sickens me as I type it) 'music-market' with over-produced, simple and repetitive ( to the point of insulting) 'songs'.

Here are some examples of all that I have mentioned:

I was going to post some Lady Gaga, because she is a fucking demon from the depths of a plastic sweatshop factory made of chicken nuggets. But, I will spare you the indecency.

If there are certain sounds that are always explicitly appealing...

Sometimes, I get dizzy when the scrollbars freeze. I hate that. My world is so warped and wrapped in stratifications. It's like the worst, most unhealthy rotting leaves that make the most un-malleable clay. Blue glowing metals and liquid crystals that are paid all in blood...

This was supposed to be poetic.

I have been listening to The Incredible String Band. I don't know much about them personally. She says they are Hobbits. They remind me of my uncles and aunts and cousins. When my whereabouts were a bit more dependent on what my parents were doing, I used to go visit them during annual summer family reunions, which usually consisted of a hundred or so three-to-eighty-year-old individuals picknicking, camping, yelling, card-playing, guitar picking, wailing, singing, hollering, getting-poison-ivying, bear chasing, creek dweelling, etc... The reunions were some of the most personally defining times of my life. There were mountains climbed, properties destroyed, badminton battles, too much soda, and all the sewage-filled creeks for to hunt for crawdads in in the entire universe.

The ' String Band's music reminds me of that. It carries a seemingly unintentional self-searching, and simple clarity that being young and surrounded by community and family fosters. I think it is because so much of their lyrics deal with very deep spiritual things, and the music is very simply composed and layered. It is fun, and serious, and purposeful, but always human. Much like arming a twelve year-old with a sling shot. Inevitably a bird will die, and hopefully someone will learn that what they do has meaning and affect.

I'll try and let them speak for themselves.

I thought this was relevant. It is in the description for this video on the youtube page:

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LISTEN!

Here is some more free music... Since the stuff I make myself is usually un-listenable by most spoiled and consumerism trained discerning ears... I suspect that all is fail as far as this goes, but I will try anyway. Just extract the folder, and double-click the LISTEN.m3u file in there. If you can't handle it... Then, put down the mouse and back away from the computer slowly.

HEY!

I said hands off the mouse, and BACK. AWAY. No one needs to get hurt.

FEATURING! BassNecter?!, Torche!, Capsule!, ummm... Something else? Just listen, and explore.

HERE IS SOME FREE MUSIC!

I was bored the other night and made what I though to be the most excellent playlist. Here it is in a nifty .zip archive! Just extract the folder, and open the lrn2playlist.m3u file inside in any media player (I think...). If you have problems let me know!

Featuring! King Crimson, Einsturzende Neubauten, Polvo, Gorillaz, Converge, Fear Factory and more!

It's feels like what I am.

Hums, and trills, or spills!
Waves, in perfect frequencies,
Fed into me.
And, down, deeply.
It grows to show,
I am a part of these,
Vibrations, and lives. The trees.
Seas; "the gathering green"!
Hands clasped, against or for.
Its all the same; giving.
Touch.
This is how I know I will be, and not be specifically one or two, but always everything.

FEATURING Exiles from Larks's Tongues in Aspic.

DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

Someone add programmed drums to this.

DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

This is awe-full.

After maybe two long, standard weeks of work and impatience. I have pieced together this shitster piece. I hope you fucking hate it...

Mordecai - Banjo Brainless
(torrent: not full of ads...)
(mediafire: full of ads...)

Jimmy Page...

I would like to say that "Since I've Been Loving You" is one of the most perfectest songs ever. If not the most. It's purple, tastes like peanut butter crunch, and moves like a sweet sultry leviathan. Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

FUCK IT ALL

How many more of my post titles will contain the word fuck? It is an amazing word...

TODAY, as it is now, and has been, since it stopped being yesterday, is the first day of weekend of work. I get to either ask for a ride there, or strap myself to my bicycle and pedal my brains off for about ten miles. It is a great and tiresome, also usually boring, rarely dangerous, journey. The only thing that brightens this four days of seemingly endless drudgery is the fact that I get to see Rachel. (She is, for all intents and purposes my girlfriend, but referring to her as such belittles my feelings for her and her in general, really...) I do get paid on Friday, which is usually something to look forward to, but I didn't work all last weekend due to the fact that there was 'no shift Friday, Saturday, or Sunday,' so my check will be...about $30. This brings into question, I'd say, which is worth more? Money, or the time spent last weekend doing absolutely nearly nothing? The obvious choice is, obviously, the obvious choice.

I would also like to mention that last.fm has changed my life. It has inspired me to fill my hard drive with new and intriguing, wondrous aural oddities... Perhaps, I will tell you about them sooner or late.

Mountains made of steam, Thy will be done!

Dude, fuck twitter.

Converge's new album seod suck. Their last two albums were close to amazing... Well, You Fail Me certainly was, in my opinion. Read Noam Chomsky. Make love. Get high. Fall dead. Or, whatever they say in The Great Deciever.

I FUCKING LOVE KATY PERRY.

stop American pop-culture has broken me stop Your son has died of influenza stop.
Gay.

round and round and round and round...

I feel there is something that I should be writing about...or something I need to say? But, I can not figure out what it is. So, I am just going to keep going until I stop. hahaha I have been listening to LOTS of Brian Eno Lately, and trying to meditate. I want to be peaceful so bad. The Eno is really unrelated to the search for inner peace though. I think it is mostly consequnetial, as most of his solo work is very hypnotic to me. I am not just talking about the ambient stuff. Although, I have been listening to that more than I have previously. My initial venture into the work of the ex-member of Talking Heads' was the album Here Come the Warm Jets. There is nothing about this album that I do not whole-heartedly enjoy. From start to finish it is a carelessly plotted, or at least seemingly so, brilliant pop album that should be compared to the likes of David Bowie's Ziggy Stardust stuff and possibly (now this is a little bit of a stretch) The Beatle's Abbey Road. Go and listen to it. NOW. Illegally if necessary... OR! Send me money or cd-rs or contact me and I will send it to you... His other album that I have heard, Another Green World, is much more spacey and is clearly affected by his work in, basically, inventing ambien music or vice versa. I am not sure, as I have not put much research into this hypothesis. The album, however, is mainly just as catchy but is punctuated with shorter, instrumental, almost-interludes. Either way, listen to it as well. NOW.

Whether or not this has anything to do with whatever it is that is on my mind at the moment is unclear to me, however, still. I think I just wish that I had something to be creative about. I feel like my brain is a little stagnant right now. Someone inspire me.