Here’s a spooky little number I composed over Halloween.
Dronecast
Available on:
FreqOut
I made this one completely from scratch in Audacity. I generated the tones, spliced them together, and also made Shepard tones from scratch.
I haven’t been making these in a while. Here’s one I created…I don’t know when, a while back. Originally known as Frequency Out because it was a mixed down backtrack of a larger project that I never got around to completing. FreqOut made me snigger, so that’s what I went with.
Feel free to use it in your project if it fits, or just listen to it in the background while you paint, or meditate or write, or whatever. It should stay out of your way enough to concentrate, while challenging you enough that you don’t fall asleep.
Ceiling Fan
The percussive thud isn’t from the fan, it’s the heartbeat of my soon to be born niece or nephew.
The download link above is for the audio (m4a) which I sent out for my podcast (I couldn’t justify hitting my subscribers with a large video podcast). The original audio and video | the new video, as part of my Video Compilation.
Episode Link | Archive Item | YouTube | Vimeo
Communion
Introduction
Dronecast Episode 19Main Content
“Stop! You must curtail your bizarre behavior,”
says the man with the stick,
“You really must,” he says
adjusting his hat.
But, he’s not talking to me,
he’s talking to the creature we become—
in the stretch back to the first realm.
“Adjust behavior and commiserate elsewhere,”
says the fat man
“You really must,” he says
poking the creature’s chest.
The creature, call us Communion,
howls indignant turns back to the wall—
string dangling from our slippery hands.
“Non-compliance is unacceptable,”
shouts the rigid man,
“Unacceptable and you must stop,” he shouts
and we pay em no mind
We are disconnected from that world,
there is only blood here and glue and string—
this creation nothing else.
“A Throne!”
“You, you,” he points at you,
“You can’t be in my audience,”
And collapses.
There are no stagehands here
To shuffle away his bones,
“It’s a one man show!”
He now understands his mistake,
But he’s proud of shrinking
The universe down to a man.
Who does that?
“The Artist!” he’ll inevitably cry
And laugh because it’s ludicrous.
“I took tickets too.”
And he cleaned the aisles
And he built you a throne
With cheesecloth and cardboard,
“And my soul!” Yes, yes, of course.
And there now you are
In the throne he constructed
And he’s not ready to be seen or heard
“Or exist!” No, no, of course.