Generative meta music a la https://www.metafilter.com/211292/META-music-a-melody-inside-a-melody-inside

This is a brief recording of a generative pure data patch I made at least 6 years ago (based on file timestamp) that derives a pair fractal-like melodies from a 6 pitch sequence:

{ 1, 0.4, 1.12, 1.5, 0.7, 0.9 }

expressed as decimal frequency ratios tuned based on vibes

There is a bit more going on but that is the basic idea

commuting never was this fun

got a crap load of money selling cars all day

i believe in my gracious, my american way

and when it's done, i can be found

running my helicopter around

i can look down on any one i choose

as i listen to the morning news

the traffic and bullshit just can't be found

running my helicopter around

richard cory would have not been so sad

with the altitude i have had

the world can just go pound and pound

running my helicopter around

i can hardly see across the valley

the tv doesn't sound right any more

and no one's keeping accurate score

it should be burning somewhere

are we sure it's not burning somewhere

it hurts to look at the sandpaper sky

hanging over you and i

it's one part unbearable and one part lie

it hurts to look at the sandpaper sky

traffic - racing leopards after prey

the sun is a piece of straw today

why isn't that fat old sun burning?

can you tell me if the sun's burning?

every day another flame

another innocent to blame

don't you dare say this world's burning

the world won't burn - don't you say it's burning

something that's been bouncing around my computer for the last year, finally had a breakthrough with the bass-line and the rest came naturally. Still need to polish parts but I hope y'all like it.

obscure mythical figures come to life - first track of sandpaper sky

and so it goes, the golden child has won

all the things under this bright sun

throw some mud and he'll think it's magic clay

throw some shit and he'll plant your crop today

bug on a windshield that's all we are

bug on a windshield hope to leave a scar

oh, oh, oh, this golden boy

why shouldn't he have a lie for every word

why shouldn't he have a bullet for every bird

we gave him all a privileged son could want

and all he does is brag his brag and taunt

bug on a windshield that's all we are

bug on a windshield hope to leave a scar

oh, oh, oh, this golden boy

Back at you with another anthem of self-doubt, really letting that inner critic go to town. There's not a parade in the world I won't rain on if you give me the opportunity! Try me!!!

Another song that felt like it was in development for a ridiculously long time as I pieced it together, added more keys and other things to fill in the soundscape underneath the (rather high) guitar part and make it feel bigger, and tried to get sufficiently good vocal takes. The bridge got almost completely swapped out at some point. It's a long song and I'm allergic to just using the same instrumentation in every verse. The end result is that it took forever to end up with something I was happy with! But I am happy with it! For now!

Oh no

I'm turning from your light again

I'm unworthy in your sight again

I'm closing all the gates

The glow

Is coming from your eyes again

It took me by surprise again

And I just can't relate

It's not like it's something I don't recognize

I think I felt it myself once or twice

I just can't remember when or why

I'm off my own supply

What have I lost

I'm still too young to know the cost

Of all the rivers that I've crossed

Never to go back

Today

Walking down Magnolia Way

Wondering what I should say

And what it is I lack

It's like a lobotomy

Like I lost a crucial part of me

And I just can't remember how it came to pass

Or where I saw it last

Don't tell me I should think like a child

I'm not a child anymore

I got a hundred thousand problems that I didn't have before

And I hate this, seeing you so weightless only makes me feel more leaden

It all drags me down over and over and I keep forgetting

What it's like to be lifted

Am I tapped out

A salted field in endless drought

Where no green thing will ever sprout

To strive upward again

And if you find

Your sparkling iridescent mind

Needs another to reflect in kind

What then?

Song about babies growing up

I saw you waiting at the crosswalk

saw you looking both ways

Saw your hand reaching up to mine

You saw me have a bad reaction

I saw you look at me different

And I know that it has to happen

I just want to hold you again

A kinda generic old fashioned country music tune, as if played on a wind up music box. Another one from the looptober project.

One of Bach's three-part inventions, arranged for and played on a Waldorf Blofeld synthesizer.

You can watch me play it here.

A little trio for Frog (vibes), Toad (bass), and Crab (drums). It ends abruptly because it's intended to be looped - because I made it for Looptober last month.