Author: Franklyn Monk
Drone
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
Mindless follower
Background noise
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
What Of It
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
WIP: NS: Generative
Behind Junkie
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.
The recording became bibruser3_stems_OuiDecay-001 the rhythmic jangly stringy percussive cohesive backing layer of Junkie.