Recent content by mvuent

never seriously attempted mixing. my next goal is to finish a jungle lp that's been repeatedly scrapped out of disgust at my own music-making ineptitude. if i can't finally make something good i'll commit harakiri. but i have a feeling checking out dilbert's mixes will be major inspiration...

maybe his term just hasn't permeated my non-porous rock constitution yet

audio animation predates cartoon physics

really? seems like a pretty intentional journey to me, something like elevation > Icarus > sea > tower > lightning. it’s the poets who have ADHD.

a question that’s sometimes worth asking is, what would’ve happened if the preliminary “notes” (hypothetical or not) for this were assigned to someone else? how would the results be different? in a poem this might be a few lines, a flash of images with no slowing down. whereas an academic might...

important stuff here. last image is very similar to the image i associate with the unvoice. a face emerging out of the depths.

oh i don't actually know, that was pure cap

there’s some other vektroid stuff in the early entries, and then a paragraph about it specifically at the end of one of the later entries

another great new dissensus blog entry. anonymous but i feel it could only have been from one particular person.

yes! could be a nice change of pace from uninvolved, lightweight reading like ashberry and spinoza. would be curious if the description of shader bears even the faintest resemblance to your experience with the album, if you end up reading that part.

maybe. obviously at age 10 or 11 the expansiveness of its world was awe inspiring. i spent a lot of time looking at the map imagining the areas i couldn't go in. did you ever play it? i can easily imagine 5th grade suspended reason putting a month of undistracted effort into becoming level 99 in...

ah, so you made it back not just to the beginning of the series, but of the whole damn blog. that's even more impressive. thanks for reading! a big part of the reason i've written this stuff is in the hope of finding a kindred spirit here and there, so it's a nice surprise when that actually...

was reading posts in reverse order and thought for a second this was about craner

In golden hills with hungry gulls, where stillness kills and weather lulls, and mission bells ring culture dull; on sunset’s coast a teacher’s son, our host my ghost your medium—Promethean, bohemian, chameleon (qué bien & some)—with happy heart, nor art, the eyes fixed singly on the mark, and...

can't argue with that.