I'm a bit late (my first re-REC, and I couldn't make up my mind for beans or easily find reference to some RECords that I'd recommended a long time ago, argh), but I'm going to finally do this.
1. "As it Were" by MattConley. Simple, a bit sad & lovely. I can see a charming little illustration coming to life, here.
2. "Into the Light" by Magdalena. Mesmerizing. It reminds me of Dale Chihuly's work, which I absolutely love. Background, foreground, inspiration for poems...
3. "Sunday Evening March" by grvnc. Take PASIV's creative take on MeganCarnes' beloved "Sunday Evening," then add a drum loop to produce another great re-mix. Dancing, whirling, impossible strength & joy= what I visualize, every time I hear this. *note* There are 2 titles of the same name for this RECord; hopefully I'll click the one made on the 21st of December, Take 2.
4. "A Perfect Day to Die" by Babbish. I do love the video that uses this v/o, and I feel that the reading & subsequent English translation could be used in a multitude of ways.
5. "Challenge: The Fuller Tune" by PASIV. This is just begging for a series of illustrations & animation. I smile every time I hear this.
6. "Reverse Magic Illustration part two linework" by MoiSanom. It's just plain charming, and gives a great start for wirrow's spoken story.
7. "Long Gone from Home" by Robo_J. A cleverly mixed, gentle audio RECord of older & newer material by multiple REcorders. This uses most of Metaphorest's "Unlock the Doors" poem-- in the form of aszarkowski's beautiful singing RECord. I'd love to see a short video edited for it, perhaps with folks traveling on trains, people departing, people in love... or something. Maybe I'm just becoming sentimental, with it being just a few weeks away from Valentine's Day. Anyway. Cheers!
8. Oops, initially forgot to list "Music for an unmade apocalyptic..." by Robo_J up here. I love this audio clip, and I'd really love to see zombies/ghouls/Grade A cheesy film cuts to go along with it. ♥
This music was written in November, 2010. My words were written sometime around then, and I later put them with the music. The drums are the oldest, having been created almost a year before then, bounced from an old demo. Synth parts were added December, 2010. I added my own vocals overthe first part and chorus.
The last part to be added was Aszarkowski's vocals, which were a VO of a poem by Metaphorest. I liked the vocals, and in finding the key, happily discovered that it more-or-less matched my song, so after some snip-snips and time-adjusting, I did my best to fit it into this piece of music, which (in my opinion) worked out pretty well :)
I added a small "intro" - just because.
I felt another "gap" open if anyone wants to add to it. Still work-in-progress.
I hope you like it.
Warm thanks to Aszarkowski's beautiful voice and Metaphorest's beautiful words for filling my pages with color <3
I am under your pressure.
Wild-eyed and careless,
I've done enough to trouble the peace built between us.
Unannounced and instant,
As plates would below the earth.
I ask for no pardon, I ask for no favor,
Unable to surrender in this evr-constant warfare.
Though the trenches are flooded,
The letters are scattered about,
And one man alone must walk across the bones.
Long gone from home.
Unlock the doors and blow the windows open,
Stop the clocks and leave no truth unspoken
Although when living true you may feel lost
A thousand times, the prize is worth the cost
Let down the walls and drop all the pretences
Dismantle the trapdoors and barbed (wire) fences
Invite the good, the bad, the beauty in
Through once thick skin, now beautifully thin
Long gone from home.
Vocals (mine), sampled vocals (alyssa), acoustic guitar and synths - recorded, arranged and mixed via Ableton Live Lite (v.8), programmed drums via v.6
Some challenge by fuller-crispy to make a silly tune for a silly video.
Inspired by my sister's dream of making her own zombie movie, I made this little piece of music of how I envisioned the survivors surveying the ruins before them.
Alpal is in there... somewhere... hehe.
Have fun with it.
In english this translation is:
We spoke of the perfect day to die
I asked her
"Is there such a thing?"
Either you choose your own death
and when it takes place
or just become erased
You don't know when, why.
or how it will come.
I asked her if you were to choose
when your death would be
Would you make it on a day
where the sun never stopped shining?
Or would it be on the darkest day
you have ever seen?
She grasped her hair and lit a cigarette
with shadows falling from her face she replied
"There is no perfect day to die."