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Nancy
- Mumbai, India
- Last Record: 2013-05-21 06:45:59 -0700
- Joined: Feb 07, 2011
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This week most of us were devastated with the sudden and unexpected departure of a beloved hitRECorder and friend, AnneMarije.
I will miss her and hope that whenever she feels comfortable enough, she will return to hitREcord <3
Sinnamin challenged me to illustrate a tiny story of Annemarije. I love her story of BEE. So decided to paint it in watercolour ! ^^
Hope you like it Nancy and Anne. Anne, I tried to respect as possible your story. When I read it I had an another way to illustrate it but decided this way. :o)
Recorded many years ago, this was intended to be the basis for a B-52s type song or a surf instrumental. I hope it inspires REmixing! Sorry, no stems or individual tracks, the mp3 is the only surviving record of this analog jam :)
REmixed fleurdely's Audio RECord
added assorted MIDI drums, electric guitar, and bass (played by me)
here's the order i put the arrangement in:
0:00-0:29 - intro/refrain
0:29-1:09 - verse
1:09-1:29 - refrain
1:29-2:08 - verse
2:08-2:28 - refrain
2:28-2:58 - interlude
2:58-3:37 - refrain
3:37-4:57 - interlude/end
a rough draft, it can be chopped up, added to, fucked around with, whatever. have some fun with this if you like. might add more to this at a future date.
Enjoy.
This is my challenge from sinnamin! I recorded three different versions of her lovely poem Gloameo. The first is just my voice, the second a little more demonic, the third higher pitched and seems the most suited to some kind of animation should anyone be up to the challenge! See how this challenge game works? Yay! Enjoy!
Here you go sinnamin! Challenge complete!
So, Sinnamin challenged me to make an illustration of one of my favorite tiny stories, so I choose Airplane by dancingdirtroads, and I made an illustration/remix for this! I hope you all like this especially Sin!!! :)
Airplane - tiny story:
The little airplane always dreamed of flying through space. At night, she would flash her lights bright and pretend to be a shooting star.
Upon the barren hill of all that remained,
A solemn tree with gear swing swayed.
The cartographer, lost on his own map, strained
For his eyes saw the place he once played
Many years ago before his world fell apart,
Many years ago before his now broken heart.
-V
I absolutley LOVE this image by JustinMezzell. It's pure brilliance. I hope you enjoy my tiny story for it, Sinnamin!! =)
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