Franklyn Monk's Dronecast

I don't know if this represents a form of madness.

I don't know if this represents a form of madness or not.

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Here's a new track. I rushed through it last night. I'm experimenting with the generative audio equivalent of the literary cut-up technique. Did it by hand though, as I'm not as capable as I want to be with coding music. I developed the logic but couldn't figure out where to begin with coding it, I gonna look into creating Audio Unit plugins, that's probably what I need.

In the meantime enjoy Recording Eight, it features 74 seconds of audio from a 21 minute recording I made this summer, probably while drunk. I don't know why I choose the segments I did, I sped through and choose what sounded cool.

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Here's a spooky little number I composed over Halloween.

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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.

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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.

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“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.

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"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.

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A recording of an early spring storm.

Edit: 7 March, 2014.

What I like most about this one is the white noise at the end is so loud and so oppressive that when it finally slams to an end I'm catapulted into heady relief. I'm left weightless, numb, and free for the first time.

Hey, motherfuckers, no pain—no gain.

Come suffer with me and be born again in fire.

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Franklyn Monk Podcast #16, StrawberryBanana

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Franklyn Monk Podcast #16, StrawberryBanana

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