music. sound. audio. listen..

shiny audio icon, essentially a 6cm rounded square, with some hand drawn musical notes (some of my own - yes, I read and write music). The whole thing has a golden sheen, and aside from the frame, the notes, and the gentle drop-shadow, is completely transparent. Music is everywhere, like air. You can hear it if you listen closely.

A bit like thoughts, it darts about, dances. Wired just so, you can pick it up, like radio. I pick up lots of these waves, sometimes all at once, and the task, and it is a task, of getting the ones I caught; plucked out of the ether and pinned down long enough to become more, something usable; thousand of "sketches", scattered over miscelleneous media storage units dotting eighteen years of recording technology, the last few years, thankfully straight to digital, *phew*; has barely begun.

It's a curse, you see, they don't get them out of my mind until I get them down, I've almost always been afflicted, even as a small boy, wondering exactly how I'd done that, taken the notes from there to here. I'm still not entirely sure.

So if you don't hear the music yourself, and even if you do, you'll find a constantly shifting selection of the stuff I've caught so far, right here, perhaps some day you'll find the one I did for you..

 

What's cooking..

twelve sketches, raw, first-takes. en-joy.
A few treats. This is a collection of twelve sketches called perhaps unimaginatively; "sketches"..

It managed to escape in this form, but I'd kept it hidden at the 'org, so here it is as-is. Have fun.
 
dholak sessions [image of my dholak drum].
the dholak sessions..
Taming the beats.
 

There's no easy way to say this.
 
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