I’ve been planning on mentioning this for a while now.
For months, several months.
A long ago I bulk changed the format of my podcast tracks—to appease the many podcast aggregators that are mp3 only.
I didn’t realize archive.org used such aggressive settings with their auto-derive function. 🙁
Since then, I’ve been creating my own mp3, but there’s still a yuge majority of ill-converted tracks in my feed. I’ll have to edit them one at a time, like 30…five. Like having to look through the original files of thirty items, and updating the feed items accordingly. Most were originally broadcast as m4a, but not all, some were mp3 to begin with, so I can’t just bulk change all extensions.
Maybe there’s a WordPress log somewhere of the changes I made, hunting that down may be monotonous as well.
Not looking forward to it
Been avoiding it for months
The beginning and the end are worn.
Virtual instruments controlled by samples.
A G-man posing as a number station.
A preachy New Year’s reveler.
Ice calving from an iceberg.
A hammer strike.
You know, I have no idea what to call the artifacts of my work…oh, geez, pretentious much?
I have no idea what to call the audio I make. The genre it best marches is Drone…and even though it’s been around since the mid-twentieth century, few know of it.
And Drone has too many meanings
Radio controlled toys and flying death machines
Low ranked or oblivious worker
A musical form that played with note lengths and timing
An digital music genre that shapes overlapping waves
The sound of existence
Drone is the sound of the fabric of reality stretching to accommodate existence
It’s the self creating scofffold straining under the weight of being
That’s how I use the word Drone
This is a blog, so why don’t I blog any
Probably because all I’d have to say is I wish I were dead
Over and over and over again
I wish I were dead I wish I were dead
And who’d want to hear that
Brusier.m4a is a field recording I made on a warm October morning between a dry cleaners and a restaurant. A downspout was producing a crazy discordant noise. I think it was ice from a freezing up A/C unit on the roof, but I’m not sure.
Kids and dogs wandered by wondering what the hell I was doing crouched down holding my phone up to the downspout.