The little boy’s parents never had time for him,
He always felt unwanted and alone.
So he packed his things and sat outside at the curb,
With a sign that said “Free to a good home.”

Only reason I chose the spider was because it was the only creature with limbs long enough to look like it's playing the guitar.

I uploaded the photo that was the result of this (the photo in this video) and a picture of just the guitar.

Merry Christmas :o)

Sunset in Santa Barbara, California.

I wanted to create my own Christmas card .. so I did. This is the "not so perfect" result done with Corel Draw X5 (which I am still trying to get used to).

Hope you like it and lots of Holiday wishes to everyone around the world!

This song of Ryan Patrick's is funny and sad at the same time! I had to do a rendition. haha. Merry Christmas!

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO  YOU ALL!

This took me a couple days to complete, mostly because of the shading and trying to decide what I should put in the background between the two buildings.

Christmas greetings from the family.

(painted with water colours and changed it a bit on IrfanView)

I'm sorry for my late Secret Santa, but Merrry Christmas, Vickie!
Have a magical time with your family! :)

Again by <3

Sorry this is so late! Merry Christmas, Cam_4!!

A short film that Tmill1031, milesn005 and I shot over Thanksgiving weekend.

This is a first edit, so if you have any suggestions, send them my way. 

just @hitRECordJoe and his sack of tiny goodies <3

(no, that's not a euphemism, you dirty birds)

Self-portrait remix

I HAVEN'T REC FOR SO LONG! SORRY!

But here's to the season!! HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

I might add more hands, does this need colour?

My gift to you...

Happy Holidays :)

titlte taken from kouralily's tiny story

slightly different skyline from version 1 i made

I think the opening line in "A new Earth" is so powerful on it's own.

Could launch into anything after that!

Oil on canvas. 11x14

In 2010 I was at an arts festival in Columbus, Ohio called Urban Scrawl. All around the park artists were painting on large boards and in the middle of it there were live bands playing. In my eyes , the two seemed too far apart. If you were talking to the artists, they would tell you that the live music changed the energy behind ever brush stroke.

An idea started to form. What if we started a collaborative group? What if artists and songwriters got together and began to inspire one another and did a bit of a trade?

The artists would bring their work for the songwriters to see. The songwriters would then use the work to inspire a new song. The songwriters would play songs and the artists would use those songs to create a new piece of art ... painting, sculpture etc.

We go together for the first time in the fall of 2010 and began to show our work. On this particular night we attended an open mic night . We met and mingled and talked about the work and I was of the mind to choose something that would present a challenge.

A pop artist by the name of Joss Parker was there with a painting of the Pink Panther holding a bomb and with stars in his eyes. When I asked him about the stars he told me that it was as if he knew what was going to happen but the bomb was lit anyways.

For hours I stared at this painting. I even hung it on my wall and eventually I began to write. The outcome is the song that is posted.

River Ljubljanica in the center of my city and a detailed reflection of a building in the water.

Apart from my extremely unedited fangirl ramble about titanic, there are things i forgot to add. But yeah, in a nutshell, a book of phases, describing your silly phases through your childhood blahlalala xx

background for remixing

I'm not sure how this works so maybe there is a better way to do this but for right now, this works.

here is a video response

to this video http://hitrecord.org/records/355997

from this guy: http://hitrecord.org/users/Johnnyclyde

From a very rough draft of one of my own songs, Pain in my Wrists

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Little song I wrote and RECorded this morning-after-xmas.  It's a genuine question, I still don't know...

It's rough, but I think it has potential.  ;)  Feedback, requests, et cetera always welcomed.

Music: Caseypletcher Lyrics/Vocals: Ashes2Ashes

Lyrics:

Like autumn leaves I'm falling

Tumbling to the ground for you

Lost a hold of where I've once been

Captured by a gust of you

Swept away by you

Made to dance in your breeze

Left to flutter aimlessly

Like autumn leaves I'm falling

I'm falling for you

Helplessly I'm falling

I'm pulled away by you

Like autumn leaves I'm falling

I'm falling

I'm falling

I'm falling

This song is one that I've been working on for a bit now.  I'd realy like to have group or chant vocals in the choruses.  I left the third chorus after the breakdown with no vocals so everyone can sing/chant their own take.

The lyrics for the chorus are:

I can see it see it

When we're leaving leaving

I know we both came for the show

When we both leave we both know

That we'll be screaming screaming

Cause we been dreaming dreaming

For too long

For too long

I hope you guys like the song and can help out.

Thanks!

  - Ed

Walking on the beach at 7 a.m. during the summer. Gives me goosebumps how pretty it is. The water looks inviting; but it is sooooo cold at that time of day. Still; it's a beaut. 

Seventeen.  For three years that was all she was known as.  “Transfer Seventeen to level Delta”, “Take Seventeen up to the lab, they need more tests.”, “If you cooperate Seventeen, we won’t use the collar.”  Three years ago she went by a different name.  Three years ago she was different.  She wanted back what she had lost. 

Maybe it was luck, maybe another trick of the men who used the blue glow wands on her.  She had managed to break free, run for the outer lock of the containment center.  Thwart their stupid security protocols and flee her captures. Where to go? Where to go? She didn’t know this place that was so different from the sterile corridors of the center.  As she ran, her naked feet splashing through frigid puddles, she started to fear that she lost more than just her name three years ago.  She was sure she had also lost her memory of this planet.

Coming to the end of the alleyway she saw herself being dragged back, forced to comply with something she didn’t understand.  Her heart was threatening to break threw her chest as she stopped at the unscallable wall that loomed before her.  Dead end. She turned around to face her pursuers.  The pounding of the men’s feet as they ran towards her seemed to echo not just in the high walls of the alley, but also in her head. She swayed and started to shake her head.  No. No. Not going back. Not going.

As they came closer one of the helicopters circling above shown it’s blinding light down on her.  Instinctively she threw up her shackled hands to cover her face.  The men slowed as they started to take position around her.  Their helmets protecting them from the spot light’s glare, their radio squawk sounding like wicked whispers plotting against her. She wasn’t going back.  She didn’t belong there.  She was sure of that.  Not going.  Not going back.  She kept swaying, her fear melting away to something else.  Determination?  Resolution?  She wasn’t just going to give up.  Not like this.  Cold, wet and lost. 

She’d made the run, because she wanted answers.  The men with the blue lights never gave her any.  They only had rules, tests and needles. Her fear was gone as she thought about what they had put her through.  She dropped her hands. Her eyes narrowed to slits as she stared back at them.  Accusation in her eyes.  Her skin began to warm as her anger kicked her heart rate and breathing into overdrive.  She stood there swaying, dancing on her toes. Ready.

 One of the faceless men came forward out of their formation, “Seventeen, you must return with us now or face the consequences.” He took a slow step forward. “Seventeen, there’s no where for you to run.” He took another hesitant step toward her, as she stood there mute and swaying.  “If you come back quietly Seventeen, the punishment will be minimal.” Another step.  “Do you understand?” 

He was right in front of her now, an arms breath between her and the end of his glowing wand that promised pain. Her breath quickened as he took another step and lowered his rod as his men moved in tighter around her. “There’s a good Seventeen.” She felt her bound hands rise on their own as he reached out to take hold of her wrist.  Her skin prickled at the contact and she stilled under the touch.

“I’m not going back.”  She heard herself say and everything in her seemed to stop. 

She looked down at her hands the one with the strange mark and where the man grasped her just above her wrists.  She looked up at the man and stared at the reflection of herself. The shrewd eyes that were thrown back at her by the helmet’s face mask.  She saw her lips curl up into a smile she had never felt herself wear.  She looked back down at her hands as the mark started to itch.  It grew warm till it started to glow with the same eerie blue of the glowing wand the men surrounding her held.  She looked up to see the man holding her was looking too. His grip loosening like he was about to let go and step back. 

She quickly lunged and grabbed his arm as she stared back at her reflection and that smile.  She could feel it.  She could feel something draining into her.  That’s how it felt. Like she was a vessel, a cup left to catch some rushing liquid.  But that wasn’t right.  It wasn’t liquid.  It’s was something warm, hot and alive.

She looked back at her hands as the metal manacles liquefied and streamed to the ground like mercury. It all had taken seconds maybe less but as sure as her feet were squishing in a puddle of the containment center’s hardware, things had just changed.  She wasn’t the only one to notice.  The men were all looking to one another as if asking “WTF?” They were no longer sure of how things were going to play out.  She was free now and the man in front of her was her captive.

She didn’t understand it.  It felt like when the man touched her, he had completed a circuit that she wasn’t aware existed.  All she did know was that she was going to use this to her advantage.  The man she held suddenly fell to the ground at her feet.  Unconscious or dead? She didn’t care, she was hungry for this.  Hungry for the fight. 

“Ok boys…”  She said as she stood up straight, her free hands going to either side of the collar that enclosed her neck.  She didn’t so much will it to melt but give the thing a tiny squeeze and it went the same way as the cuffs did.  Like someone had poured silver down her clothes, the collar trickled down to meet the cuffs on the alleyway floor.  “…who’s next?”

Here's an original I enjoy playing sometimes. A little on the bluesy side :)

^.^

hug foxes

My room is a show

every time I open the curtains

xCharloof

Sometimes you have to add your own color to the world

Would be very honored if someone treated this song I worked very hard on as a demo and rerecorded it. Listen to the instrumental and read the lyrics i can always tweak em. I like creating songs but not so much singing them-especially not when my tooth is broken. Highly recommend using headphones to listen.

Lyrics:

Verse 1 

Hello, It's been so long 

Since we met face to face 

I was weak but now I'm strong

I needed time and space

So now we need to talk

but first just let me say

let's go out and take a walk 

it's such a beautiful day

so here we are outside

and now i'm turning shy

too late to run and hide

do i ask or say good-bye?

Chorus

I want you to come 

I want you to stay

I really don't know which one would be the bigger mistake

I want you to come 

I want you to stay 

but this kind of move is not an easy one to make

(Repeat)

Verse 2

I have only loved you

but you know that about me

now there's something I want to do

Once I get my degree 

This country I want to leave

of that much i am sure

there's so much i want to achieve

and it includes a traveling brochure

Now I just have to decide

If I go with or without you by my side

i know you, you'd go along for the ride

you would happily be my travel guide

but if i take a chance and go all alone

take a chance overseas with the unknown

and leave you back here at home

would my love you forget, my love disown?

Chorus

Verse 3

You own a piece of my heart

I look into your eyes

do i want this to restart

or go off and meet other guys?

If you stay behind

you'll no longer be mine

the girls won't waste any time

you were my most beautiful find

It's happening so fast

yet i have not asked

we could have such a blast

or not we've broken up in the past

You want to know what this is all about

i want to scream it i want to shout

instead i grab your warm hands 

and begin to tell you all about my plans

Chorus

For MadisenMusic's Tiny story:

"When I was a little Boy, my Father gave me a Cardboard Box to play in; he told me it was practice for the day I become homeless."

This is just a simple recording of a song I wrote very recently. I don't know how to play any instruments so this is why I have gone acapella. Here are the lyrics:

I'd like to be with you someday,

and I'd like to help you by sometime.

I'd like to be with you someday

yea yea

ya ya ya

I know we will find a way,

and I know there's understanding to pay.

I know we'll get by someday

yea yea

ya ya 

But I'v got no love to give

when there's too much to give.

And I'v got no love to give

when it's too much to give.

And we'll see,

time will tell us to see.

You say having faith is the way.

You say we can make this be.

You say having faith is the way,

yea yea

ya ya ya

I'd like to have a little hope,

and I'd like to hold onto that rope.

I'd like to be with you someday

yea yea

ya ya 

But I'v got no love to give

when there's too much to give.

And I'v got no love to give

when it's too much to give.

And we'll see,

time will tell us to see.

I'd like to there in the end.

And I'd like to kiss you darlin', "Goodnight."

I'd like to be with you sometime

yea yea

ya ya ya

You say, "God will find a way."

I say, "I'd like to learn to pray."

You say, "God will find our way."

yea yea

ya ya

And I'v got all this love to give

and there's just too much to give.

And I'v got all this love to give

and it's just too much to give.

And I know,

time will tell us to see.

I know we will find a way.

And I know there's understanding to pay.

I know we'll get by someday,

I know my baby.

for pamagotchi's Auld Lang Syne sing-along. :) glockenspiel just sounds like the right instrument for this song, doesn't it?

The notes are basically the same throughout the whole song so this clip gets repetitive, but I wanted to do the whole length of the song  lined up properly with pamagotchi's track so it would be easier to just copy/paste whatever parts.

I will probably do a harmony track and maybe a ukulele or guitar track at some point if I have time before the new year, because I think this project rocks and will turn out super cool. :D

Collaboration – The GAME

I’ve been trying to come up with game concepts for hitRECord and this is one that came to mind. I’m not sure how well it would translate to “play in one sitting” style play, but I think it would work relatively well for playing over the site itself.

The quick and dirty on the game is this –

“Collaboration” is not a competitive game. Instead it is a cooperative game in which players act as a team. The goal is to get every player from the start to the finish by doing remixes until, at the end, the remixes are combined to form one large work.

Here’s the basic setup:

A group of people agree to play the game. All games have a time limit. The suggested limit is a number of days equal to the number of players. Players can choose to omit this rule or adjust the time limit at the beginning of the game as they wish though.

If you’re keeping track of progress on some type of board then you can each pick a hitRECord button as your token.

Each player chooses a RECord of their own as their starting RECord. This is the RECord from which other players will begin remixing to get that player closer to the finish line.

In order to make it to the finish line, a player must pass through a number of spaces equal to the number of players in the game. So, if you have three players, there are three spaces that must be passed through.

For a player to advance a space, another player has to do a remix inspired by the advancing player’s starting RECord. This can incorporate other remixes already in play, but it only counts for one player (so if necessary designate who you are attempting to advance with your remix). You cannot remix your own RECord to move yourself forward, though you can use elements from your RECord or its remixes when working to advance other players. It is suggested that players restrict themselves to the material actually in the game, so using RECords from outside the game as sources shouldn’t be your first step – do what you can with the materials already at hand. Now if a starting RECord includes images, text, music what-have-you from another source, those make sense to utilize since they were part of the original RECord already.

For each remix that is done, a player is brought one tile closer to the finish line. There are a number of tiles equal to the number of players, so if there are three players it takes three remixes of a players work to get them to the finish line.

Once everyone has made it to the finish line, to win the game a last remix is done which incorporates parts of each player’s RECords. You do not have to use every remix that was done (though that could be cool), but all the remixes should somehow be reflected in the end product. This final remix can be done by a single player on the team, by all the players on the team or all the players on the team can do their own version. The team can decide as a group which method they want to use.

Any medium restrictions can be hashed out at the beginning of the game by the players.

I’ve created a Collaboration which may be used to house remixes in to track progress. Or you could create a Collaboration of your own, or an album, whatever works best to help your team organize its efforts to complete the game.

So, yeah, that’s it. This text is part of a short tutorial film I’ve put together (this is sort of the quick reference sheet). If you would like to see the main part of the tutorial where it gives a demonstration on how the game might progress, then feel free to skip to 6:20 on the film. All the information before that pretty much covers the above.

Hope you enjoy!

NOTE: I apologize to RECorderBelle for having called her RECord "After the Rain" when it is really "After Rain". I'm sorry I had taken it down incorrectly and replicated the mistake over the course of the whole thing!

Also, here is the link to the collaboration "COLLABORATION game Collab" for housing RECords at if you would like -

http://hitrecord.org/records/604853

The night before it all would start

It was talked about like a work of art

And, in hoping, I took my part

While I didn’t even dare to dream

It could break my steadfast routine 

I still joined in lullabies, that night

When I awoke and the world was new

The first thing that I saw was you

I found myself starting to believe

But when the whole world is standing still

It is nothing but an empty thrill

Everything must start to move again, in the end

But if we had to pretend

I’m glad we took the stage and played it out until the end

And if we had to try

I’m glad we gave it everything except to say goodbye

And if I know and you know it’s not about being right

And if I know that you know I’m sleeping fine tonight

Then we’ll be alright, it's going to be alright

So the blizzard came and the blizzard went

And we all tried to start again

But we all know that’s not how it goes

We are all left cleaning up the mess

And there’s nothing left here to confess

The voice of a thousand waters can’t be kept

So build your house, build it tall

Bolster it with sturdy walls

The weather outside will not prevail

Beware the harm you usher in

If you ignore the illness within

No use counting fragments after they fall

And if I’m growing strong

I’m starting with the basics I’m taking stock of what went wrong

And if I have tonight

Then there’s no time better to make sure I’ve got it right

And if we’re all dug deep

Nothing makes me prouder than the company I keep

And if we’re moving on

I hope that you’ll think well of me when you listen to this song

And if I know and you know it’s not about being right

And if I know that you know I’m sleeping fine tonight

Then we’ll be alright, I'm going to be alright 

There was an old lady
who lived in a shoe
She had so many kids
it felt like a zoo

They'd play and they'd yell
They'd scream and they'd fight
They'drun and act crazy
'til they passed out at night

Now most people would frown
at the choas within
the lady's poor shoe house
and her wild children

But if they just looked around
they'd be quiet impressed
For her crazy shoe cottage
is never a mess

It's polished and shiny
and impeccably clean
the sole's free of scuff marks
and the heels are pristine

Disorder will happen
It's just part of life
But you'll always feel happy
when your shoes look real nice.

I went through a BIG HAIR phase. The bigger, the better. I would tease my hair on top to get it to stand straight up and use LOTS of hair spray :-)

I don't want to date myself too much by mentioning which rock group's lead singer I was emulating, so I'll just say I was "Livin' on a Prayer" with some really big hair!

*I can't draw so I had to borrow one of Mirtle's lovely illustrations*

So....i havent post anything since like forever hahaha 2 month exactly. Well finally have time to do something beside than just do my paper and prepare my exams gezzz school is hard :o( i made some little things based on wirrow's, beside its christmast even i didnt celebrate it but its winter probably in the subtropic country and snow is so in rite now hehe. By the way happy holiday for all hitRECorder xoxo

Christmas Eve was always a much bigger deal in our family than Christmas Day.

After dinner, we’d get dressed in our nicest clothes and go to church. I loved the candles they’d hand out, and being the kid I was, I always used them to draw wax designs on the cover of my choir folder. I remember lighting the candles, passing the flame from candle to candle, down the church pew. My mom crying as we’d sing “Silent Night.” I would sing too, while staring at the flame, entranced. I would always hold off blowing out the flame as long as I could. I was terrified of fire, but I loved it all the same. I was always the last one to let the light go out. I remember the Christmas after my dad died, sitting in that church pew, with my mom on one side, and my brother on the other, singing "Silent Night," our candles outstretched, crying so hard we couldn’t make the words come out of our mouths.

Then we’d go home, singing Christmas carols in the car as we drove. When we got home, we’d change into our pajamas as my dad put on Christmas music and started cooking. Pizza Rolls and eggnog were the tradition. When they were done, we’d gather around the tree and open our presents. 

This year is the first Christmas Eve that I've spent alone, and, I'll admit, I was a little down about it. I'm no longer religious-and actually I consider myself an Atheist-but this is a tradition I wanted to carry on, and I wanted to share it with you, dear hitRECorders. So tonight I lit a candle, listened to "Silent Night," and RECorded it. I've grown so close to so many of you in the past 8 months that I've been on the site-I love you, and I consider you to be part of my family. 

Happy holidays dear friends. <3

(Note: "Silent Night" is in the public domain, as well as this particular recording of it: http://www.archive.org/details/philipsSilentNight)

Made a collage with the kids...

Wishing you all HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!  :-D

<3

lots of love to a very special hitRECorder!

A commission I did

These lines stood out amongst all the other poignant ones, so I felt inspired to put pen to paper again.

A series of home made christmas cards

Based on the Tiny Story "On The Wings Of A Pig" by Saintmaker

Children's book about how we are trying to fix things before the children see the little rips in the world.

Here's my rough test of thefuture's version of the man with a turnip for a head.  I really like this sketch because of how the oversized hat gives a strong sence of awkwardness, not to mention his sweet ride. : )

There is currently no sound. Will be adding some back ground and more animation now that I've notice that more people have uploaded buildings.  I can't tell you how helpful that is, because I can't draw, I can only doodle...badly.

Excerpt of Billy Bell's Lunge Dance Collective's "Amber" (2010)

Dancers: Chelsea Thedinga and Gage Self

Tara Langdon and Jeremy Coachman

Ali Castro and Alex Cottone

Shelby Colona and Ryan Spencer

Sydney Lotuaco and Jeremy Coachman 

Choreography by: Billy Bell

listen with headphones!

as soon as i saw/heard this story, i knew i had to write music to go with it. i got stuck for awhile (i had only the first 30 seconds or so written for about a month) but i finally got my creative juices flowing!

fun fact: the melody of the king's midnight song is actually "Dies Irae," a Gregorian chant that's often used in Romantic music to symbolize death. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dlr90NLDp-0 now you can impress your friends with your awesome music knowledge.

i hope you like it, Day Glo!

I wish someone would make visuals to go with this!

The minute I joined I knew I wanted to share this illustration. It's one of my favorites, and I think the most relatable piece of art I've done so far.

this photo was my test run onto hitRECord - it was the first thing i ever uploaded.  i then made it my avatar as it is both one of my favorite and most defining photographs. :)

i'm leaving the initial statement i had posted which was:

the lighting is just the sun- there is almost no photoshop done.  curious to see where it goes.