Musique
And Behind It All, Hope Warms The Notes
Within The Virtual Garage
Other Places
30 Hours Near the Western Isles
I Left My Cat In San Francisco (267K)
The Curtain Twitches (334K)
You'll need the Real Audio 3 player and at least a 19.2K modem to listen to these pieces.
I've long believed that recited poetry can be regarded as a form of music. Many others clearly have similar opinions; consider "Different Trains", that brilliant piece from Steve Reich, or, for that matter, Rap Music (about which, to my regret, I know sod all). Back in the mid-eighties, during a period of unemployment, I decided to experiment. I used my Amiga to set some of my own poetry to music, and so enjoyed the task I went on to set other people's as well, and write music for its own sake.
I did this purely and simply as something fun to do. The main benefit to me was that I became one of the few people to write his own in-car music!
Anyway, demon came along and offered subscribers five megabytes of free webspace including two audio channels. I put some of my photographs up, but I cannot fill five megabytes of disc space with a sufficiently fresh selection of these images. Not being willing to waste this space, and noting the two free Real Audio streams, I decided to review some of my old pieces. Personally, and admittedly from a rather biased position, I think some of it has survived quite well - hence these pages.
Some of the music describes a mood which I've then used to set a poem; other music represents the mood alone. I'm going to try and ensure there's at least one such piece in place each month. Let me know what you think.
This music was originally recorded on a Commodore Amiga, and you can tell from the Virtual Garage quality. I've transferred it from tapes to my PC using Real Audio 3.0, targeting a 19.2K or better modem. Real Audio actually improved the quality!
The quality of the tapes is awful, but I'm stuck with them for now because I no longer own an Amiga. In the ideal world - you know, the one with thirty-six hours in a day - I'll have to get one, run up the software I was using (Deluxe Music - whichever, it was the one with the wonderfully chaotic stereo), and transfer it to a PC - and buy a decent Microphone. Still, people have produced wondrous noises with worse crap than mine - its the quality of the music that counts, not the quality of the reproduction (cue smutty jokes). All I ask is that you judge these recordings on that alone.
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poetry,
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photography,
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