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Bullet-Time (for music)

Tuesday, July 27th, 2010

Enjoying 9 Beet Stretch and its spacious-density of colors, I thought I’d try my own hand with the software PaulStretch, by Nasca Octavian Paul. This little app (originally available in Win and Unix flavors) allows stretching of audio over time, minimizing “digital artifacts” from the process. Bullet-time for music, if you will.

I applied stretch to various contemporary works to hear the effect, discover new textures, and test time. I’ve pulled select elements from full render to give you a taste. Listen as if you both know and don’t know the original source.

For me, one of the lessons here is that there’s lots of interesting aspects to be found in subtlety; be it music, dance, art, science, humanity, etc. Read between the lines once in a while. Discussion and feedback welcome. Much more I could say on what’s happening here, and I might in the future, but just going to let the music play for a bit…

ABBA_Cadabra.DQ

Dancing Queen : ABBA. Stretched 25x from 3:51 to 96:01. I think it works alright here, as similar to Beethoven’s 9th in the original, ABBA utilized dense harmonies and wall of sound type production.

Way Pokey Face

Poker Face:Lady Gaga. Stretched 25x from 3:59 to 98:50. This might be a case where having a heavy dance beat doesn’t render out well at 25x as I feel like I’m right in the surf zone where the resulting beat waves are constantly crashing into me. Slower or a tad fast might be the ticket to ride.

The result is a pretty dark and menacing flow. There is a whole lot going on in this tune, even more audible stretched out, which is maybe representative of why dance music has its name. The high production value of largely digital synthesis results in a quite polished sound with tight harmonics; again, even stretched out results are pretty clean. On successive listening, I’m actually liking these results a bit more. With some digging around and piecing together, one could make something cinematically pensive worthy.

  1. Chorus 1 (1:38)
  2. Chorus 2 (:27)

Teenage Timewaster

Baba O’Riley : The Who. Stretched 25x from 5:09 to 128:32. Piano’s and other rich harmonic elements prove to be fun anyway you stretch them, forwards or backward.  The noise of the guitar distortion + piano really creates some rich sonic waves. Even the yelling of Pete adds some interest in between the lines. This render really turned out quite interesting.

  1. Intro (2:47)
  2. First Piano (:50)
  3. First Vocal (1:13)
  4. A cappella (1:34)

Believe In Space and Time

Can’t Believe It : T-Pain. Stretched 25x from 3:51 to 114:14. Different feel than I expected (like you didn’t expect something 25x slower?). The drum hits get a little rumbly, but overall, this is a pretty chill render. T-Pain comes in like a metallic ghost, and everything else is just trippin’.

T-Pain at 25x sound like, well, T-Pain at 25x; however, if you subscribe to a minimalist ear and theory, after a bit “he” becomes “it”, and takes a life of his/it’s own (like rapid arpeggiation a la Philip Glass). And to me, that’s interesting.

While ok at 25x, I think this might have sounded a bit better, avoiding this weird middle time space of not knowing to stay or go, and stretching around 12x or 50x.

  1. Intro (1:14)
  2. Long Vocal (1:13)
  3. Mid Space (:33)

7448 Seconds to Mars

Kings and Queens : 30 Seconds to Mars. Stretched 25x from 4:59 to 124:08. Lesson 1: double snare hits come out like you’d expect: full-on buzz and rattle and noise. Lesson 2: this piece turned out kinda “fun”…almost HoS worthy.

The massed choir-crowd provides an interesting texture that peaks out around the synth and guitar. I might not have expected such a large spacious gap in the placement between these elements, but the verb effect in the original mix served the choir well.

Jared Leto’s middle a cappella behaves as one might expect. I’d almost say nothing special, save for when subtle string chords come in for support. A bit of flavor.

I did, however, include the climax of the piece with the lead singer ending on a screamer, and the mass choir crowd rolls in like a tsunami wave. Full flavor ON is found rolling into 5:28 in the Closing Screamer. Can’t beat that. Long, but worth it.

  1. Intro (:38)
  2. Verse (1:34)
  3. A Cappella (1:05)
  4. Mass Closer (7:55)

95° and Rising

Wednesday, July 14th, 2010

Layoff, Day 137. I approach the ides of July with LA temperatures rising, along with my real level of anxiety. I’m not sure if I’m in the Inferno or Purgatorio, but any sense of internal or external Paradiso would seem to be absent at this point.

A colleague that was attempting to do some well-meaning networking on my behalf, forwarded the email response from his contact:

“BTW, I spoke to a couple of people I know regarding your friend’s job situation and THERE ARE NO JOBS!”

Thanks, Dante. Divine comedy, indeed.

Help Wanted

Thursday, April 15th, 2010

In my job search, one of the tools I’m utilizing is Yahoo Hot Job’s automated search results. With it, I receive a daily email listing new job posting results based on my prescribed job search terms and locale. You can have any number of these automated searches running, based on your own personal search terms.

One of my searches uses the terms “creative technology.” I was doing a quick scan down the list of daily finds on “creative technology” in the LA metro area when this job title and brief caught my eye:

Project Manager, Clinical R&D – Minimally Invasive Cardiac Surgery

…Heck, I think I’ll apply.

Outside Looking In. Inside Looking Out.

Sunday, April 11th, 2010

I recently signed up to volunteer at a German Shepherd Rescue, here in the LA area, hoping to do some good,  get a little perspective, and keep myself among society in wake of my layoff from employment. Maybe figure out if a dog is right for me. Or a girl.

As far as accompanying prose, this picture and post title pretty much speaks for itself, and in volumes. A little double entendre here..maybe even triple or quadruple. If you have some idea about this blog’s roots and my current micro-world happs, this can be taken just about any way and length one could…and with milage to spare.

Perspective

Thursday, March 25th, 2010

I’ve had a handle on this living in the “past” thing, and I seem to have acquired a better perspective with living for the “present” over the past year.  Now if I can just have a better idea of what living in the future might be…

7 Days

Tuesday, March 16th, 2010

Sometimes you just can’t get a break.

Caveat Emptor Empty Post

Wednesday, March 10th, 2010

I had a pretty nifty word spin last night but it seems that the post got lost somewhere between the iPhone wordpress 2.2 app and the blog. A casual search shows a possible bug. Any more comment on this?

Anyway. Achtung, baby.

Where in the world?

Tuesday, March 9th, 2010

After working to adjust from east coast time (-5 GMT) to Pacific time (-8 GMT), and then struggling to do my night shift job for the past 6 months, something akin to Guam at -10 GMT (sometimes closer to -12 GMT), I’m now back among the daywalkers; however, I have a terrible case of jetlag, combined with a natural disposition to be productive nocturnal. My shift started at 6:00pm and ran until approximately 2:00am, with occasions of working until 3:30am or 4:00am not unheard of.

Thoughts and observations from my night-shift experience:

1. Nightshift is not condusive to career advancement. I’ve only been here for 8 months (before I got “furloughed”), but I feel slightly stunted. Most of the execs are long since cashed out when I clock in to start my day. You are not around for those impropmtu meetings. Even among the peer level, you miss out on social events during work (lunches, after work outings, etc). You just need face time with people and night shift doesn’t allow that luxury as such during the day.

2. You don’t have a social life, or one that is severely crippled. Your friends, significant-other, and family don’t see you until the weekends, and even then, you are sleeping until at least noon. You can’t have dinner or after work-social with these people.

3. There’s not much happening in LA as I thought there might be, all hours of the night. The only food joints open are the sporadic greasy spoons. Even the ubiquitous traffic dies down at night. I had a 7 mile 20 minute commute going (at 530pm), and an 11 minute return commute.  I can often count the number of cars I see on the highway, coming home at 3:30am.

4. In reference to the aforementioned, don’t stay at work too late, other wise you will get caught in morning rush hour.

5. Your work colleagues become your social network. This is both good and bad. Good, because you see these people everyday. Bad, because you see these people everyday.

6. One of the bright-sides to working at night is that you do get the option be out-and-about during the daylight. And oh-what daylight it is, here in sunny Los Angeles. However, please see

7. Another plus to being a night-sider is the ability to experience lower traffic and human flow, when doing basic chores such as shopping.

Regardless of any positives, I’d really prefer not to work night shift.

12127

Tuesday, March 2nd, 2010

And so I begin day two of my unemployment journey in the California Republic. One of my first steps at finding somewhat a locus of control on myself and situation has been to contact the State of California Emplopyment Development Department, in hopes of filing for some sort of unemployment insurance payments, until I secure regular employment again. Monday I racked up 86 call attempts, shut down in the phone cue, hung up automatically on because of number of callers. The system is too overloaded to even place callers in a cue. The irony of this, of course, costs this heavily in debt state even more pain to the tune of billions of dollars for just the failed calls.

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The World is Flat

Monday, February 22nd, 2010

In the span of a weekend, I went to regions of France, Korea, and Japan…all without traveling more than a 10 mile radius, no passport needed. Omelets, croissant, and cheesecake, sushi and sake, and beef tongue and octopus. Signage, language, and “authentic customers” included.  File this one under “Reasons I Like Living in Los Angeles.”

Silver Screen

Friday, February 19th, 2010

I’ve been in Hollywoodland for six months, and have been to about the same number of movies in as many months. An interesting event has happened at every one of these movies that I’m mildly fascinated by. At the beginning and closing of the movie, the audience breaks into applause and cheers.

Granted,  I’ve only attended some of the more headlining movies, so my sample size is small and narrow. However, in my years of attending movies, I can only count on about two or three fingers the number of times I’ve heard noise from an audience in the midwest, save for the midnight geek fest showings: Dark Knight, Rocky III, Top Gun, Matrix, Star Wars.

Is this because I’m in the Hollywood, the land where movies and stardust is born from? And somehow it settles on the localized population, causeing such outbursts? Is it because a notable count of the populous is involved directly or indirectly in the entertainment industry? Does this happen elsewhere, and on a regular basis?

I’ll continue to collect data and monitor the situation.

Big Water. small boat.

Wednesday, February 10th, 2010

Hang on, as this ride will be quick and wicked as I get up to speed. This waxing will also be shot from the hip, and unabashedly less poetic than perhaps I prefer it to be.

About six months ago, I left Indiana and moved to LA for a change in career; moreso, I did this for a change in life and scenery. The job I had in Indiana was pretty good. The work, the environment, the cash, the benefits. Some good people. All great things. However, I wanted to taste life a little differently than I had been. So I took a risk and left it behind. A leap. And during a tremendous national economic strife.

Get busy livin, or get busy dyin.

Well, more of a calculated gamble. I was fortunate to have a good job lined up. That being said, I knew there were risks, as the new gig was clearly fraught with its own perils of chance and being impacted by the recession. However, the move west happened, and life was an adventure. Much good new life, and reflection on experience past.

And then winter happened (a crazy thing for a midwestern volk to experience, their first “winter” season in southern California). Mid January, one of our clients dropped. Such is business, and such is the entertainment/TV industry. Our workload slacked (particularly mine since I directly handle work from this account). Panic stunk the air, like burned out electronics; not sure where it is burning or what it is burning, but you know it is just not good. Danger of shakeup in the company.

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I’m not here.

Saturday, February 6th, 2010

Really, this just seems so far away in my mind…

Photo Chris Bergin, The Star Press (Muncie, IN)

In Sight it must be Right

Saturday, August 15th, 2009

Lawrence, Kansas. Home of the last, most westward Steak N Shake. Get yourself a strawberry smoothie today.

The Trains, Man…

Saturday, August 1st, 2009


Audio: The Trains Are Gone

Stepping into the way-back-machine, this is a recently unearthed excerpt from a recording project I did my junior or senior year of undergrad, circa 1998…or was that ’99 and 2000?

Sometimes the moxie, silliness, and serendipity I have amaze myself. I didn’t think I had it in me. This wasn’t part of the intended musical art project of train recordings. This was one of those moments when an unknown colorful character I encountered on the tracks started relaying, unprompted, what he felt was a political decision that impacted the labor and economic status of Muncie, Indiana, clearly implicating a former mayor and the local university. Clearly, according to this man, “Muncie is fucked up.” I seem to recall that there might have been something prior to this part of the recorded conversation, regarding Amtrak and its discontinuation of service in the late 80′s-early 90′s. What possessed me to start recording, I don’t know. But man, is this a gem.

Dan Canon. Muncie. Ball State. Trains. Jobs. Sometimes a man just wants to be heard. Let him have a voice. Let him have the mic.

Tell me how you really feel, brother.

Bye.