Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Monday, May 21, 2012
Cover du Jour : Song to the Siren
My favorite Buckley song, with "Phantasmagoria in Two".
I used Gforce VSM and M-Tron Pro Chambertron on this.
I used Gforce VSM and M-Tron Pro Chambertron on this.
Libellés :
cover series,
gforce,
mellotron,
virtual string machine
Sunday, May 20, 2012
More iPad Experimentation
Another quick experiment in integrating the iPad to the workflow.
The drums come from my newly acquired Abbey Road 80's Drummer.
Doepfer Dark Energy and Moog synth lines sequenced by Little MIDI Machine on the iPad.
Distorted pad recorded with the Animoog app.
The drums come from my newly acquired Abbey Road 80's Drummer.
Doepfer Dark Energy and Moog synth lines sequenced by Little MIDI Machine on the iPad.
Distorted pad recorded with the Animoog app.
Libellés :
animoog,
doepfer dark energy,
ipad,
Moog Little Phatty
Saturday, May 19, 2012
Friday, May 18, 2012
Monday, May 14, 2012
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Bowie du Jour : Funhouse
From my archives, at last finished, a rather obscure song from Bowie.
Prophet 08 and Moog, and Abbey Road 80's Drums.
"Back into the funhouse
Music is sublime
See the lady spinning
She'll show me
We all lie in the funhouse
No one is your friend
No one loves a loser
We love you
We all lie in the funhouse
Girls wag their pain
No one sleeps in the funhouse
They'll show you
Really good time
Back into the funhouse
My dream dogs have arrived
My summer turns to fall
And I'll miss you"
Prophet 08 and Moog, and Abbey Road 80's Drums.
"Back into the funhouse
Music is sublime
See the lady spinning
She'll show me
We all lie in the funhouse
No one is your friend
No one loves a loser
We love you
We all lie in the funhouse
Girls wag their pain
No one sleeps in the funhouse
They'll show you
Really good time
Back into the funhouse
My dream dogs have arrived
My summer turns to fall
And I'll miss you"
Libellés :
cover series,
Moog Little Phatty,
prophet 08
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Remixing the Past : The Fortune Song
Final song remixed on the 2008 "Broken Sails" EP.
Mostly done with the Virtual String Machine from Gforce.
We are coming to grips
With the way things end
The pursuit of fortune
Is the pursuit of death
Empty the boat
Lighten the load
From the river to the sea
The ocean taught us
Things we don’t understand
The pursuit of fortune
Is the pursuit of death
There’ll be no spring
And we won’t harvest
The pursuit of fortune
Is the pursuit of death
Empty the boat
Lighten the load
From the river to the sea
We are coming to grips
With the way things end
The pursuit of fortune
Is the pursuit of death
Mostly done with the Virtual String Machine from Gforce.
We are coming to grips
With the way things end
The pursuit of fortune
Is the pursuit of death
Empty the boat
Lighten the load
From the river to the sea
The ocean taught us
Things we don’t understand
The pursuit of fortune
Is the pursuit of death
There’ll be no spring
And we won’t harvest
The pursuit of fortune
Is the pursuit of death
Empty the boat
Lighten the load
From the river to the sea
We are coming to grips
With the way things end
The pursuit of fortune
Is the pursuit of death
Libellés :
album : broken sails (free),
gforce,
virtual string machine
Friday, May 11, 2012
Remixing the Past : Ghost of India Supreme
Fourth song remixed on the 2008 "Broken Sails" EP.
Sleeping as if already dead
In the foam of a wave
All the pleasures of the world
Left us empty and cold
Oh the pleasures of the world
Left us empty and cold
Our sleep broken
Our lives ashore
All the pleasures of the world
Lost us so far from home
The deafening sound of thunder
The crushing grip of the waves
We crossed over the sea
Where things arise and pass away
From river to the sea
Where things arise and pass away
We crossed over the sea
Where things arise and pass away
This is the house
This is the house of bones
This is the lake
These are the thousand cranes
This is the fish
This is the hollow shell
Craving pleasure and nursing pain
This is the dying summer
The island flood can’t overwhelm
This is the fragile jar
This is the helpless reed
Crushed by the ocean
Free from fear
Death fetches away
The man distracted by the world
The sea takes away
The man deflected by the waves
Sleeping as if already dead
In the foam of a wave
All the pleasures of the world
Left us empty and cold
Oh the pleasures of the world
Left us empty and cold
Our sleep broken
Our lives ashore
All the pleasures of the world
Lost us so far from home
The deafening sound of thunder
The crushing grip of the waves
We crossed over the sea
Where things arise and pass away
From river to the sea
Where things arise and pass away
We crossed over the sea
Where things arise and pass away
This is the house
This is the house of bones
This is the lake
These are the thousand cranes
This is the fish
This is the hollow shell
Craving pleasure and nursing pain
This is the dying summer
The island flood can’t overwhelm
This is the fragile jar
This is the helpless reed
Crushed by the ocean
Free from fear
Death fetches away
The man distracted by the world
The sea takes away
The man deflected by the waves
Libellés :
album : broken sails (free)
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Monday, May 7, 2012
Sunday, May 6, 2012
Remixing the Past : Empty the Boat
Third song remixed on the 2008 "Broken Sails" EP...
We are the worried men
We are the worried men
Without purpose or claim
We are the worried men
Some know their place and some don’t
Some will be safe and some won’t
Some will sing along
Some be guilty and some innocent
We are the worried men
We are the worried men
Without purpose or claim
We are the worried men
Late in the night as we strode
Past the Cape of Good Hope
On the China Sea we lost our faith
We are the ones who leave no trace
We are the worried men
We are the worried men
Without purpose or claim
We are the worried men
Empty the boat in time
Lighten the load in time
Empty the boat in time
Lighten the load in time
We are the worried men
We are the worried men
Without purpose or claim
We are the worried men
We are the worried men
We are the worried men
Without purpose or claim
We are the worried men
Some know their place and some don’t
Some will be safe and some won’t
Some will sing along
Some be guilty and some innocent
We are the worried men
We are the worried men
Without purpose or claim
We are the worried men
Late in the night as we strode
Past the Cape of Good Hope
On the China Sea we lost our faith
We are the ones who leave no trace
We are the worried men
We are the worried men
Without purpose or claim
We are the worried men
Empty the boat in time
Lighten the load in time
Empty the boat in time
Lighten the load in time
We are the worried men
We are the worried men
Without purpose or claim
We are the worried men
Libellés :
album : broken sails (free),
prophet 08
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