Spinning ninja's!!

When looking back thru histories rose colored glasses, events lose their objectivity. The true character is lost to an idealized vision, genius is instant, and in hindsight all is apparent. Emotion is lost as facts are stated, and in a sense the event as it was suffers a gradual death as myth takes root. In the pantheon of music, John Cage is bestowed great honor, but it is easy to forget the true genius of the joker. I never really felt his work until I heard the laughter, surprise, and confusion of the audience. The audience is the the fabric upon which his sound is laid, it's medium of vibration. Without it, his work is like a scream in space, lost in the vacuum of academia.

music to make babies to

After a four year hiatus, I'm finally R.O.C.K. in the USA again. I've fired up the ole mpc, upgraded reaktor, and plodded through the endless seas of cables. I've rekinded my love of sound, and let me tell ya baby. I missed ya. I missed ya real bad.
Tired of epic noodling and a hard drive filled with 16 second chunks of audio masturbation, I asked a friend if I could have a go at remixing one of his tracks. With a ready made track, ready to plunder I figured my unfamilarity with the source material (myself being of the glitch breakcore background and Mr. Cole being of the hairy acoustic rock background) would allow me to break free of my past production conventions, to ride this new musical fodder like the untamed bitch that she was, until I strapped on that saddle and rode her off into the sunset. It was a wild ride, through the dirty south with a bottle of Tussin in one hand and a 808 kick in the other, and into the sea, waves lapping at my feet, and the salty embrace of my mermaid mistress.Ahh, tuna tacos. I love you so.
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