(Whatever you have to do, to keep those parts alive)’
Yeah man,, they’re still alive.
You didn’t think that was funny?>
Didn’t think it was nice?
Man, with a couple of these things you can just drift off into space.
Not marketable, overlayered, but holy hell.
You build a base with one, and you let these little pulses delay outward, not settling on a chord, but random points throughout a friendly scale.
ANd you layer that, lock it into a pagespace.
You’re falling forever and ever.
And time blurs, and your ear is trying to follow the ethereal noise.
Some low pulse, with a rhythm.
When you finally bring the chord, it comes in like a wave.
Massive stereo landscape, just for you.
You made it.
No one else put those particular noises together , not in that sequence. That’s all you. The definition of identity.
Because that’s what the real you sounds like.
It has deficiency , it has ill formed concept,
But it’s you.
If the rotation is a minute long, then 10 seconds of it is undeniable.
And everything is subjective, but that doesn’t matter to the act.
Lean over in a bath robe, reach out and put your hands on the control, there’s at least one place where you truly are in control.
I recommend going there whenever you can.
ANd still care about the outside world, return to it once you’re done spacing out.
You’ll walk around confused.
Yep ,yes sir or ma’am, none of it will make sense. And you’ll feel sad about it.
But it’ll pass too.
Going far out, with about a third of the board being used.
Still planning, still building, it’s almost done,,
and I can tell already..
Sit down, Indian style, right in the middle. Let both cabinets wash you in stereo spread.
(Sounds like a sex move)
Pish posh.
Groovy, out of this world,
Not a thing to derive value from, just an escape pod.
For a few minutes.
Absolute freedom.
Glad I have that..
Could be better, the noise I focus on,,, but holy hell.
How nice.
Like a vacation, far out far out…
dawn 