Just a REmix for the vinyl collab...

....a mirtle remix...

and twirled and twirled

inspired from El Fonografo by rayperez

I'd imagine they were like Ponyo and her sisters... floating around in space. Though I don't think they'd want to be human, they're just worried that they might fall and people would wish upon them, unknowing that they just wished on a star's demise.

but i think they need a story...

12minutes! yikes. sorry :( if you click to see the whole RECord.. i'm including a transcription.. in case you'd rather read it for yourself.

**

I was thirteen when we left Hawaii, my mom, dad, two sisters and myself. Trading in the sandy beaches, roaring Pacific waves and the gentle green mountain ranges of O’ahu for the land locked, concrete jungle of Omaha, Nebraska. Douglas County to be precise. The move was sudden, a whirlwind exodus to some unknown land. We had less than a week to pack up our lives and ship ourselves across the states. It was so last minute, that we hadn’t secured housing arrangements, which left us living in a Ramada Inn, for the first two weeks, cramped in a cookie cutter cubical that pumped recycled, lavender scented air. Eventually we found an apartment off South 42^nd Street. It was a small, first floor unit big enough for the five of us to live in but far too tiny for anyone to call it comfortable.

Moving to Omaha wasn’t a choice any of us made. It was a necessity. My little sister, suffered from a rare disease, which rendered some of her organs useless. Since birth, her life depended on intense medication, constant monitoring, and numerous machines. For several years her name sat idly on a transplant list and as her name slowly reached the top, doctors instructed us to make the move. It was something we had been expecting to come  but none other than god himself could have guessed when. She’d been on that list for YEARS and UNMC, the University of Nebraska Medical Centre, was the leading hospital in the world for that kind of surgery, actually at the time, they might’ve been the ONLY hospital to conduct that kind of transplant.

So we were there, in Nebraska. Waiting. Waiting for someone to die. Waiting for a spare body to come forth and gift new life to my sister.

In the mean time, I was enrolled at Omaha Central High School. This place was majestic. Huge, beautiful facilities, grounds reminiscent of campuses I’ve only ever seen on tv sitcoms and students who could’ve walked straight out of an A&F billboard. Tall, blond, blue eyed, fair skinned.. perfectly all American. and I stuck out like.. like a brown bushy haired Hawaiian. I wore hoodies over simple tank tops, surf shorts and rubber slippers. I didn’t care enough to brush my hair, and I couldn’t be bothered with make up. In a sea of primed beauties and proper young gentlemen, I clearly didn’t fit in. So, the library became my sanctuary. I skipped lunches to avoid those awkward glances that others were sure to place over me and dived head first into my studies. My grades were excellent and my parents were proud but as the days turned into weeks turned and weeks turned into months and so on, little bits of me grew lonelier and lonelier.

You’ve heard the phrase “fish out of water”? That’s what i was. I was so far from what I knew to be home. My friends. My beaches. The surf was my playground and my church rolled into one and I didn’t have it anymore. I was a drying fish, a dying fish. I began to slowly implode. Darkness became darker. Sadness, sadder. Fear and pain and self-pity magnified as well. It got to the point where I was practically invisible. I didn’t need to worry about people looking at me weirdly anymore, as they didn’t seem to see me at all. I learned to walk the steps without actually going anywhere. Smiled when I was expected to. Laughed when someone said something that might’ve warranted laughter. I was there but I wasn’t.

I became little more than a shadow of someone I use to be. Things carried on like this for quite a long time. I simply went through the motions of life but failed to find reason to actually live it. For the sake of my parents, who already had more than enough things to worry about, I put on a mask of what i thought a happy version of myself might’ve looked like. I created fictional friends so they’d believe I was okay. Like Lacy, who I modeled after one of the cool preppy girls in my Latin class. And there was Davin, too. I liked the thought of a handsome nerdy kid, so I made him up completely.

So, there I was. Spending time thinking up back stories to my non-existent friends as real life, living people wandered pass. There I was, swallowed in my own depression, actually, I don’t know what is and isn’t qualified as clinically depressed.. whatever you wanna call it, I was drowning in my own mundane sublevel reality. Wholly consumed by the nothingness i created.

As more time passed, summer came upon us and my sister successfully pulled through the first transplant. All seemingly fairing well with her, my dad and I went back to Hawaii, for the remainder of the summer, leaving my mom and two sisters in Omaha. By this point, I was already considerably numb to emotions. Going back to the islands wasn’t as exciting as I thought it’d be. My dad and I settled into our home again. He, dying to get back to work, spent his days away from the house. I rang friends, Hawaii friends, those friends I missed so dearly, hoping to reconnect with them. Most never responded, some who did were booked up with their new friends. And again, I was alone. Friends whom I spent so much time missing, had, as it turned out, not missed me at all.

The only person I could’ve turned to was my mom. But, I was in Hawaii. Where I thought I wanted to be. And she wasn’t here with me. So the darkness that had once gone dark.. somehow, managed to become darker still. And the weight of the stillness, the deafening sound of nothing, the shrill chill of emptiness began to break me. For the first time, my mind had accepted suicide as an acceptable option. I wrote draft suicide letters to my parents. I sorted through every possible weapon and drug combination available to me in the house. I planned times and places for each weapon of choice. I even went so far as to purchase large bags and tape to cover my mom’s furniture, in case i ended up choosing a messy way out.

Latter that day, with an assortment of pill bottles, knives, rope and a gun all resting beside me on the couch, I flipped the tv on to check for the following day’s forecast. Just as I did that, an infomercial flickered across the screen. Psychic readings over the phone. A PSYCHIC! Exactly what I needed. I wasn’t looking for much, as I’d already decided I was going to take my own life, but maybe this phone psychic could shed some light on how I die. You’d be surprised how difficult it is to choose your weapon.

Right, so I picked up the phone. Dialed the 1-900 number and it began ringing immediately. A woman answered. She asked if I was 18. I lied and said yes. She didn’t catch that lie. Which worried me, she was suppose to be psychic! Shouldn’t she know? Then she asked what she could do for me. Disenchanted by all her questions, I grumbled “I thought you were a fucking psychic. Why don’t you already know what I’m calling for?!” She started to laughed. I didn’t find it funny at all so I reiterated my frustration. “Fucking psychic my ass!” She laughed again! Then she replied “I’m all about fucking. But I ain’t no psychic. Honey, you dialed the wrong number, my name is Cindy and you called a sex line.”

Well I’ll be damned. I burst into laughter. Laughing so strong I fell to the floor and curled into fetus position to hold my self together, I struggled for breath, my cheeks ready to burst as blood rushed to redden my blushing cheeks and my eyes sore from the new crows feet forming in the corners.

Some how.. 2minutes on the phone with Cindy, and all my darkness lifted.

So I guess you could say… Phone sex saved my life. 

I laugh at myself because I spend too much time beating myself up.

I am very blessed to have lived a happy, healthy life; I am so moved by some of the stories that I have read in the collaboration...I admire all these people because I can never imagine what they are dealing with.

In the end, our challenges are our challenges, and we will ultimately have to face them. My biggest challenge is with myself, and sometimes just not liking myself that much. I see this girl in the mirror and she criticises everything: the way she looks, the way she acts, the way her brain works. 

I have used comedy and humour as a defence for a long time: I would rather laugh at myself than have other people laugh at me first. And I am now turning that same humour on that girl in the mirror. I laugh at her and the way she criticises everything about me. And slowly but surely, I am learning to love ME despite my flaws.

<3

The girl in the mirror is laughing at me

She's laughing at my face, she's laughing at my knees

I'm so sick and tired of her company

But in the end I'm the one who won't let her leave

Ooooh Oh Oh 

She won't let me go 

I've got to break down these walls

And love me despite my flaws

And be beautiful.

Sticks and stones may break my bones

But words are the real poisonous ones

They plant their seeds and grow and grow

They leave behind a skeleton, only a shadow.

Oooooh Oh Oh

They won't let me go

I've got to break down these walls

And love me despite my flaws

And be beautiful.

I'm gonna take these criticisms turn them into good

And I'll smile through my fear like Charlie said I should

And though they're baby steps I know I will be free

From the taunting of the girl who looks just like me

And she'll let me go

And I, I will be

Beautiful!

this was inspired by something Ryan said about vinyl and friends. i left it simple for re-mixing maybe a vintage wallpaper background and the vinyl covers are blank for some cover art <3

A pencil sketch of Lionel from the MMM2 short film and yet another part of the "bigger project" I have in mind of doing in the near future.

So here is Mr. Channing Tatum Destiny's pre-now lovebuddy Lionel looking smug and totally ready to beat me poor Morgan up!  Unfortunately the drawing still doesn't really resemble the actual subject...  I'm sorry I FAILED you Mr. Tatum! *head desk*

But since I'm shameless I couldn't stop until I have completed this project, I will move onto my next victim - Mr. Foodpenguin, you're up next! *rolls up sleeves*

Tonight i got a private show just in front of my house. This is one of the pictures that i took, a little stopmotion will come, i love this shot, even if it's fuzzy, just because of the light.

A beginning concept for Inky's rec - "Sometimes, a heart attack is a good thing."

Inspired by "Mary Margaret and the Silver Tree" by Metaphorest 

So...this is one of those stories that I was writing down in many different ways. Trying to be eloquent and instead became frustrated and decided to make a video to show you instead. Now that I think about it, it's probably easier just talking to a camera with shitty quality than staring at a blank piece of paper.

Please bare with me?

this is like soo cringey sharing this....

My girlfriend and I love Seattle and knew we had to try to do something when we heard about the HitRecord show coming to our city and Regular Joe’s requests for what makes Seattle special to you.The problem was, we only had a week before the show when we found out about it and had no equipment with which to shoot.

We decided to do what we dubbed “Seattle Blitz”, or “Drive-by Seattle” (we couldn’t decide). Armed with only a shaky as hell iPhone, we had about six hours to shoot and in that time we tried to get as much footage of the countless places in Seattle that make it special to us. We wanted to show how Seattle truly is one of the most beautiful cities in the country if not the world. So we just hopped in the car and hit record. Every single shot was taken in the city of Seattle in those six hours except the first two shots from the airplane which was at that moment flying right over the Fremont/Wallingford/U-District area of north Seattle a couple days before our car shots. We had a lot of fun hitting all the coolest parts of the city. It would be awesome for someone to do something cool with this footage! If only I had had a Canon 5D, tripod and slider with me this week...

1. "vinyl and friends" (mirtle)

2. "No Dreams" (Erfo)

3. noonday question animation (yes-you-am)

4. Trouble With Existentialis... (Dientes Feos)

5. Luna (pamagotchi)

6. A Child dreams (borhiana011)

7. Tribute to the Regency (Piano) (Madrond101)

8. SEA Neptune Footage: v3 "The Marquee" (jamielynndee)

The following Public Domain footage was used:

* "Flying Businessman" - http://www.archive.org/details/FlyingBu1953

* "Foggy Mountain" - http://www.archive.org/details/CEP235

No harm intended, only LOVE! :D

REmixed together the previous promos for the "hitRECord at the Movies" Seattle show, which is THIS TUESDAY, August 23rd. Tickets can be purchased here: http://purchase.tickets.com/buy/TicketPurchase?pid=7082511

Love this candy (especially the black candy) !! xD

the always amazing, tonguecutsparrow created a beautifully crafted accompaniment for this and it felt selfish not to share it with you all (with his permission of course). also providing transcription (again) cos i'm well aware of my odd speech impediments and would hate for you to misunderstand what i was saying :D thanks to you for taking the time to check this out.. and massive love to sparrowy for lending some musical support <3

**

I was thirteen when we left Hawaii, my mom, dad, two sisters and myself. Trading in the sandy beaches, roaring Pacific waves and the gentle green mountain ranges of O’ahu for the land locked, concrete jungle of Omaha, Nebraska. Douglas County to be precise. The move was sudden, a whirlwind exodus to some unknown land. We had less than a week to pack up our lives and ship ourselves across the states. It was so last minute, that we hadn’t secured housing arrangements, which left us living in a Ramada Inn, for the first two weeks, cramped in a cookie cutter cubical that pumped recycled, lavender scented air. Eventually we found an apartment off South 42^nd Street. It was a small, first floor unit big enough for the five of us to live in but far too tiny for anyone to call it comfortable.

Moving to Omaha wasn’t a choice any of us made. It was a necessity. My little sister, suffered from a rare disease, which rendered some of her organs useless. Since birth, her life depended on intense medication, constant monitoring, and numerous machines. For several years her name sat idly on a transplant list and as her name slowly reached the top, doctors instructed us to make the move. It was something we had been expecting to come  but none other than god himself could have guessed when. She’d been on that list for YEARS and UNMC, the University of Nebraska Medical Centre, was the leading hospital in the world for that kind of surgery, actually at the time, they might’ve been the ONLY hospital to conduct that kind of transplant.

So we were there, in Nebraska. Waiting. Waiting for someone to die. Waiting for a spare body to come forth and gift new life to my sister.

In the mean time, I was enrolled at Omaha Central High School. This place was majestic. Huge, beautiful facilities, grounds reminiscent of campuses I’ve only ever seen on tv sitcoms and students who could’ve walked straight out of an A&F billboard. Tall, blond, blue eyed, fair skinned.. perfectly all American. and I stuck out like.. like a brown bushy haired Hawaiian. I wore hoodies over simple tank tops, surf shorts and rubber slippers. I didn’t care enough to brush my hair, and I couldn’t be bothered with make up. In a sea of primed beauties and proper young gentlemen, I clearly didn’t fit in. So, the library became my sanctuary. I skipped lunches to avoid those awkward glances that others were sure to place over me and dived head first into my studies. My grades were excellent and my parents were proud but as the days turned into weeks turned and weeks turned into months and so on, little bits of me grew lonelier and lonelier.

You’ve heard the phrase “fish out of water”? That’s what i was. I was so far from what I knew to be home. My friends. My beaches. The surf was my playground and my church rolled into one and I didn’t have it anymore. I was a drying fish, a dying fish. I began to slowly implode. Darkness became darker. Sadness, sadder. Fear and pain and self-pity magnified as well. It got to the point where I was practically invisible. I didn’t need to worry about people looking at me weirdly anymore, as they didn’t seem to see me at all. I learned to walk the steps without actually going anywhere. Smiled when I was expected to. Laughed when someone said something that might’ve warranted laughter. I was there but I wasn’t.

I became little more than a shadow of someone I use to be. Things carried on like this for quite a long time. I simply went through the motions of life but failed to find reason to actually live it. For the sake of my parents, who already had more than enough things to worry about, I put on a mask of what i thought a happy version of myself might’ve looked like. I created fictional friends so they’d believe I was okay. Like Lacy, who I modeled after one of the cool preppy girls in my Latin class. And there was Davin, too. I liked the thought of a handsome nerdy kid, so I made him up completely.

So, there I was. Spending time thinking up back stories to my non-existent friends as real life, living people wandered pass. There I was, swallowed in my own depression, actually, I don’t know what is and isn’t qualified as clinically depressed.. whatever you wanna call it, I was drowning in my own mundane sublevel reality. Wholly consumed by the nothingness i created.

As more time passed, summer came upon us and my sister successfully pulled through the first transplant. All seemingly fairing well with her, my dad and I went back to Hawaii, for the remainder of the summer, leaving my mom and two sisters in Omaha. By this point, I was already considerably numb to emotions. Going back to the islands wasn’t as exciting as I thought it’d be. My dad and I settled into our home again. He, dying to get back to work, spent his days away from the house. I rang friends, Hawaii friends, those friends I missed so dearly, hoping to reconnect with them. Most never responded, some who did were booked up with their new friends. And again, I was alone. Friends whom I spent so much time missing, had, as it turned out, not missed me at all.

The only person I could’ve turned to was my mom. But, I was in Hawaii. Where I thought I wanted to be. And she wasn’t here with me. So the darkness that had once gone dark.. somehow, managed to become darker still. And the weight of the stillness, the deafening sound of nothing, the shrill chill of emptiness began to break me. For the first time, my mind had accepted suicide as an acceptable option. I wrote draft suicide letters to my parents. I sorted through every possible weapon and drug combination available to me in the house. I planned times and places for each weapon of choice. I even went so far as to purchase large bags and tape to cover my mom’s furniture, in case i ended up choosing a messy way out.

Latter that day, with an assortment of pill bottles, knives, rope and a gun all resting beside me on the couch, I flipped the tv on to check for the following day’s forecast. Just as I did that, an infomercial flickered across the screen. Psychic readings over the phone. A PSYCHIC! Exactly what I needed. I wasn’t looking for much, as I’d already decided I was going to take my own life, but maybe this phone psychic could shed some light on how I die. You’d be surprised how difficult it is to choose your weapon.

Right, so I picked up the phone. Dialed the 1-900 number and it began ringing immediately. A woman answered. She asked if I was 18. I lied and said yes. She didn’t catch that lie. Which worried me, she was suppose to be psychic! Shouldn’t she know? Then she asked what she could do for me. Disenchanted by all her questions, I grumbled “I thought you were a fucking psychic. Why don’t you already know what I’m calling for?!” She started to laughed. I didn’t find it funny at all so I reiterated my frustration. “Fucking psychic my ass!” She laughed again! Then she replied “I’m all about fucking. But I ain’t no psychic. Honey, you dialed the wrong number, my name is Cindy and you called a sex line.”

Well I’ll be damned. I burst into laughter. Laughing so strong I fell to the floor and curled into fetus position to hold my self together, I struggled for breath, my cheeks ready to burst as blood rushed to redden my blushing cheeks and my eyes sore from the new crows feet forming in the corners.

Some how.. 2minutes on the phone with Cindy, and all my darkness lifted.

So I guess you could say… Phone sex saved my life. 

There'll be a choir of birds in the trees

There'll be an aching joy in your knees

When you wake up, when you wake up

There'll be a heart of gold on your sleeve

And not a single reason to grieve

When you wake up, when you wake up

Oh, the wind will blow

Your hair will grow

And the water knows

That you'll never say "no"

To me

Oh, your bed is soft but it's cold

And the promises that you've been told

Will not appear, will not appear.

No, your eyes will see what your heart wants to see

And your body won't know, no, your body won't know

That it's free, you've been set free.

And the street lights' glow

Is the only halo

That we will ever know

That we will ever know

And the clouds will rain on the hill

Where your body no longer feels

When you wake up, when you wake up

Oh, we look out over the skyline

And we leave our stones

Yeah we leave our stones behind

For when you wake up.

Wake up!

a blot made story... a colorful collision of primary proportion continued in animation-like form.  enjoy!  :)

}Y{

edit--i guess this record is deteriorating by the day... pixels & glitches or maybe I didn't see it at first... sigh... next time heed warnings... oh wells, what can yah do?  :]

Here's a HitRECorchestra waltz for you. Intended for the floating/character cover art animation. Its made to loop... kinda. LOL. Enjoy. 

THE NEW (EXTENDED) VERSION is here

http://hitrecord.org/records/478689

Sulk sulk sulk.

this wallpaper comes from a wall inside the cincinnati art museum...where photography is allowed and there's never an entrance fee! yay for my home town, and for your remixing pleasure!

I made this flash animation using images of Seattle found here for the RE:Cities collaboration.

I taught myself how to do this today (thanks to some jiggery pokery with photoshop, illustrator, and flash) so it's still rough because I'm not very good with making videos yet, but if someone wants to remix this to make it nicer that would be excellent. Especially the music track because it kind of ends on a strange note. And the transitions are a bit weird.

So my six year old daughter wanted to tell everyone at hitRECord hi and what she's doing...I'm usually somewhat hesitant to post my kids around the internet, but I'm going to have some faith in the hitRECord community

PS. She lost her front teeth, hence her gap-tooth-ness :]

stop-motion papercut of the hitRECord logo.  i really love this quiet moment in ozie's Summer Stars, so i've used a couple chords in the music for this.

i've been planning on doing this for weeks, how glad am i that i didn't get to it til after the logo change!

I found an old beat by BenWiley4000 and sang over it. I'd love if someone/several folk took this very bare track and made it fuller/cooler/everything-er!

My weapon is hidden on me

My bullets will pierce your blackened words

You’ll be sorry you spoke, sir

Revenge is not what I’m after

I want to illuminate is all

I am happy to let you fall

Don’t mistake me

For another fool

You can’t make me

Believe you

My melodies sing your sorrows

Just wait till tomorrow finds you limp

Oh your chances are slim, slim

And on your death bed, will you wonder?

Which of your offences stings the most

Are you scared of your own ghost?

Don’t mistake me

For another fool

You can’t make me

Believe you

I can't resist myself to do something with the latest mirtle records, I love the Are we recording building, so I decide to do something with this, ohhh and well, if you look really close to the windows, you can see some chibirecorders saying HI! I hope you like this! Hugs.

Metaphorest's Poem inspired by wirrow's image, inspired me.<3

We've got no magic blueprint
But we've got our share of idle hands
With a bit of sweat,
We're gonna make some kind of monument that stands.
We'll have a better year.
The wind has blown the bricks away,
But they're not hard to find
We'll bring them all to us
And keep us true to what we have designed.
We're just shoring up the levy
We are building better walls
We are sharpening our eyes
We're gonna make a few more calls
Nothing is ruined.
It just needs a little time.

We'll keep our knives in cupboards
And paper all of the walls with a song
We'll build ourselves into the framework
So the beams know right from wrong
We'll have a better year.
My fingers in the windowpane,
Your feet planted deep in the ground
We'll build a home from our bodies
Inch by inch and pound by pound.
We're just shoring up the levy
We are building better walls
We are sharpening our eyes
We're gonna make a few more calls
Nothing is ruined.
It just needs a little time.
Nothing is ruined!
We're just gonna take our time.

Nothing is ruined! Nothing is ruined! 

Rearranged elements of Erfo's "No Dreams" and theboxsets' "True2theGame80 BPM" and combined them into a hip-hop narrative of sorts.

This could use additional sounds and some visuals.

These are my grandpa and grandma, this picture was taken the day that they have their civil wedding in Mexico, my grandpa was 24, my grandama was 17, I LOVE this picture, you can see the expressions in their faces. they are priceless, and you only can think about: What is he whispering to her?, probably she was blushing at this moment, it's one of my favorite old family pictures.

make me a tiny story, please

This is my first pass at the intro.  Joe, please let me know sometime today your thoughts on the intro. To tell the truth ,I didn't get much sleep last night. LOL I won't be able to work on this again until this evening and then I'll make any requested changes.  Thanks!

Public domain resources:

Let's Go To The Movies (1948) http://www.archive.org/details/LetsGoToTheM Classic Television

Commercials (Part VI) (1948) http://www.archive.org/details/ClassicT1948_6 Classic Television

Commercials (Part VIII) (1948) http://www.archive.org/details/ClassicT1948_8

Drive-in: Feature Presentation-Star Reels http://www.archive.org/details/Drive-inFeaturePresentation-starReels_858

Drive-in Intermission 6 http://www.archive.org/details/Drive-inIntermission

I just got a toy piano so what better way to use it than with a tiny tune. 

For the Recollection Cover Art Animation...here's the extended version... a full 5 minutes. I figured the animation was that long, so the piece should match (duh), so I added a bridge to the repeat. 

"90% chance of heartbreak"

"In this lonely day, when broken hearts fell from the souring sky, we'll hide underneath our umbrella of love and walk with a smile."

A rap to the words of Metaphorest's incredible poem, (below) that she wrote for Wirrow's amazing image.  :)

"Meek boy, weak boy, frightened little lamb, boy.

Eat him up, beat him up, wham, bam, slam, boy

Wolfpack, lashback, put him in his place now

Little mite, first fight, fast went down

Bloodstains, mudstains, in his little limbs, pains

Choked up, broke up, hollow-heart and numb-brains

Toughen up, button up, chin held high, child

Knuckle down, shuffle round, wolves run wild

Months pass, maths class, picking on their victim

Gathered round, floorbound, punched him, kicked him

Can’t breathe, gotta leave, little lamb is broken

Never known, all alone, all unspoken"

Walk home, stalk home, slinking through the old park

Red eyes, dead eyes, spying in the dark

A wolf, boy! Run, boy! But he stops dead, see

Stand his ground, this round, finally

Meek boy, weak boy, shed his little lamb’s wool

Strong boy, wrong boy has his little belly full

Dead wolf, bled wolf, wear a suit of wolf hide

One of them, one of them, on the outside

One of them, one of them, on the outside

I decided to call in a director to help me out with my re-recs this week...

unedited recent photo of this wandering man on a foggy beach. reminded me of metaphorest's wonderful wanderer lyrics. kind of mysterious?

wirrow said he was reading a book outloud to a cactus today, and the image was so cute I had to sketch it. 

+ http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap090107.html + a graph of the line y=-1.5x

Here's the introduction I cut together for the Seattle and San Francisco "hitRECord at the Movies" shows.

Note: This file is the LOW-RESOLUTION version. The HIGH-RESOLUTION version is here: http://hitrecord.org/records/479823

Downtown Denver, CO

I love this song!

if there are any resources i forgot to add please let me know and i'll add them.

ELECTRIC FEEL

I'm not sure what to say about this, it was inspired by the song of the exact name. There's no fancy literary undertones with this, just something pure, fresh and almost wild. 

I've been working on this for days. I still want to make some changes later, but I'm happy with this anyaway ~.-

* I will add every ressources now, but if one is missing, please tell me. *

***************************************************

I'm having trouble to REC my REmark so I leave it here :

ThankYouMerci for your RECs <3

@katieccny13 thanks, actually I tried to turn the packing person video into old style and it did not work as I wanted, so I changed it back. But what I'd like to had is a plate or glass being broken and then back :D When I'll have more time maybe...

@Metaphorest, oh my thank you, I'm so happy you like it. I've got this musique in my head for weeks. This is "one" of my favorites of yours <3 Je suis très touchée merci.

@todd thanks, I worked very hard on this for many days, to match the sequences. I'm always very happy when I have compliment about my editing :) I've never done this before hitRECord & I'm grateful to find so many challenges here. C'est ça la magie d'hitRECord !

@GabyVaughan & @blbest thankies :)

Rainy days are good but rainy slepless nights are better..... so are TIC-TAC's. They helped a lot to compose this song. It's quite REpetitive but I hope you will enjoy it and who knows REmix it. Again by heart <3.

One of the amazing sunsets that we can see at Nicaragua, this time the sky was painted in yellow! :o)

For bloemy's wonderful and inspiring collab. Again by heart <3

This ~SHOULD~ tile correctly. It did on my desktop anyways.

*procrastinating productively* lol~

Not long ago I had an idea for a video; I chewed on it for a while, but I couldn't get rid of it, so I finally wrote it down.

I enslisted the help of lovely pamagotchi and lovely themetafictionist to RECord their dulcet tones reading the voice over for me, and for the past week or so, I have been compiling and cutting and editing.

It's as finished as it can be for now, but I'd like to encourage everyone to REmix to your heart's content.  Jay-9 had reREC'ed the text I put up for the voice over, and said she'd like to hear different voices reading it.  I heartily encourage this.  And guys, it doesn't just have to be a girl reading it...just change 'woman' to 'man' and 'sister' to 'brother'...or leave stuff out if you want.  It's a malleable piece of work, so change it as you see fit.

I'll be updating resources, but please do let me know if I've missed something/someone.

Again by <3

Loved this piece by fleurdelys...I know this is a really simple melody I have made but I would really love it if someone added harmonies to this ^__^

[apologies for any mistakes..>.<]

<3

Les flaques font des arcs en ciel

Qui dansent autour de nos pieds

La peau de la terre et bleue

Elle scinitlle comme les etoiles

De la pluie

Ohhh ce soir mon amour

Ils nous restent que rêver

Les tetes dans les nuages

Je me sens si proche de toi

Un bateau qui embrasse les vagues

Et  ce soir mon amour

Je scintille comme les etoiles

De la pluie

The puddles make rainbows

That dance around our feet.

The skin of the earth is blue

And it sparkles like the stars

In the rain.

Oh, tonight, my darling,

We only have to dream

With our heads in the clouds.

I feel so close to you

Like a boat kissing the waves

And tonight, my darling,

I will sparkle like the stars

In the rain.

Hey there everyone! This is a video for Metaphorests 'Flying Dream' song that I put together! This is a version for HR for folks to use the artwork etc. Hope you guys like it! Metaphorest has a youtube channel too at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ttLyh4LT5K4 with other songs XX

A short little ditty I just made up, sorry for the bits of distortion.

Lyrics:

"Don't fall for his "romance",

Can you see his words?

Don't shake if you don't wanna dance,

Can you see his words?

(ahhhhhhhh,)

Don't be silent if you've got a voice,

Can you sing your words?

Don't jump if you don't wanna fall,

Are you free from earth?

(ahhhhhhhh,)"

My limited, quickly strung together footage of RegularJoe at the hitRECord event held at Seattle's Neptune theater last night 8/23.  Including the audience singing happy birthday to a lucky audience member...

To celebrate my wee snail pipe appearing on the RECollection cover i thought i'd draw him a few wee friends c: aren't they dapper?

The show was seriously amazing.

Also, he goes straight to my camera at minute 1:12 !

So when my daughter was born, I was sitting up one night with her having a crazy night of crying-for-no-apparent-reason-DOOM. While walking the floor with her trying to get her to sleep, I created this totally goofy little song. Well, the song became a classic for me and my kids and they wanted to RECord it for you guys. So without further ado! I present: Khiana and Logan sing "Mommy's Wormy Song"

Thanks again Mirtle!

Just an idea I had when looking through mirtle's drawings!

once upon a forever ago i told phenomenaaa i would write music to go with her creation story.

well months passed i couldn't think of anything and i couldn't think of anything and i coudn't think of anything i couldn't think of anything i couldn't think of anything i couldn't think of anything i couldn't think of anythiiinnnnngggg

then i thought of something.

listen with headphones.

My plan was to write a entry on Tumblr but for some reason I got scared, but I feel safe on hitRECord that's why i'm sharing this here.

If I get my courage back I will post something about that on Tumblr too.

Jennifer made my daughter Kaia a series of onesies featuring artwork from the site by jonthewallflower and imadealine. <3 Thanks so much for everything Jennifer!!!

Filmpunk, Robo_J, and I had a 3 way...RECording session :o) and then more RECnanigans!

I took a walk that was very inspiring and I played this right after. Again by heart<3

Just playing. Really loved this tiny song. <3

The sky is on fire tonight over Reeve's Bay on Long Island. You can see the striated clouds from the oncoming storm. (Hurricane Irene, of course.)

[for all of you who are traveling to the #SFRECord show...have a great time - here's a lil something for the road...I wish I could be there to see you all...someday soon, I'm sure...]

you know it's true

i can't survive without you

i love the way you react

when our fluids mix

let's be parasites

and drain each other dry

the blood we drink

could keep us fed forever

i hope this does your wonderful poem justice Meta! (i'm a little freaked out by my own echo on the track...!)

This started with a poem. This one has a lot of meaning, at least to me.

Enough to think about

Enough to sit and doubt

Enough to cry about

I fear

Enough is crystal clear

Enough is muddy water

Enough we'll never know

I fear

And I try to look behind

walls beyond my eyelids

this is overwhelming to my heart

Less than a joyful sound

less than a fruitful ground

less than we thought would be

I fear

Less than A year or two

Less than the world we knew

Less we should realize

I fear

And I try to look behind

walls beyond my eyelids

this is overwhelming to my heart

The Flaming Lips Concert <3

countdown to midnight 12-31-10

EPIC

Latyrx (Lyrics Born & Lateef the Truthspeaker) with DJ Zeph on the turntables. 

another favorite moment from the show (and the movie.)

Added some colour to Lea's stunning illustration <3

*Confetti!!* :D (Early by an hour or so)

this tree has always been hidden among the pines... only in fall can is stand apart.

motherhood is so many things... even something as simple as accepting a gift of ice from the last winter freeze.

The sound on this is pretty bad, but I really like what Joe is doing in the clip with the back and forth RECording. Kids in candy stores are jealous of how happy he is in this moment.

work in progress, acrylic on canvas 36X48 inches

It’s half done but i’ll finish it before the weekend is over. no name yet, any suggestions?

Metaphorest's beautiful record inspired me to REmix one of Lea  Daniel's drawings too...

I fell in love with fleurdelys' 'Pluie d'une nuit' so came up with a simple melody for it. It's sort of a kid's song I guess.

(Pamagotchi has already done a beautiful remix of the track which I recommend you check out too!)

Yeah durp, it's basically a big church. YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW!

Taking the vector artwork 'City Of Radition' and creating something new.

amost all eyes open

:o)

Thank you for recording great footage of Joe singing this song, one of my favorites from our community :o)

I love the Bloemy's old poscards and mirtle's drawings so I decide to make another Remix with this fantastic records and also I included a Proi's drawing!!!

I went to the "HitRECord At The Movies" in San Francisco and absolutely enjoyed it all. I decided to contribute by making an simple art design I did digitally. The shadow beings also seem to be liking being in the Bay Area.

SF Hit RECord at the Movies view from the balc.. note all the Flashes and RECord lights

Childhood by Taylor Prewitt 2011. The blank faces are more a product of laziness rather than artistic expression.  I may go back and change them later, but for now I like the look of the nondescript faces on the circus animal.

Hey there HitRecorders!  So I joined this thing a year ago, but got sidetracked..... blah,blah,blah.... let's go.  So, trying to figure out how all this stuff works and posting my first record.  Let's do this.  Lyrics below:

She crossed the line

Didn’t even try to deny it

She knows this time won’t be the last

It’s hard to find a friend you know you can rely on

It comes with time

You called me out

And quite forthright about it

So bona fide, don’t even try

It’s good to know you’re there to keep me honest and show me

On days I’m blind

It’s so strange how people change

Can’t foresee who gold will be

As sands of years go siftin’

Rippled moons will settle in

No guarantee of what you’ll see

Or who will be left standin’

A royal blue

Says the night is coming but slowly

For evermore when leaving this shore

So grand to see shining in the middle, what a view

I bid adieu

I went to Malawi, Africa a few years back and got the opportunity to help out at a crisis nursery center.  I held this one adorable little boy, which we affectionately dubbed Sir William.  I can't remember why.

Sir William would cry a lot because of pain from shots he had to get in his legs.  One day I was walking around the courtyard rocking him, and he wouldn't stop crying.  So I did the only thing I could think of... I sang to him, and he actually stopped crying!  Ha!

When I came back, the melody and some of the words I'd sung to him stuck with me.  "Black Pearl Eyes" was the song that came from that moment with Sir William in Malawi.

Hush now child don’t cry

In my arms you safely lie

As I gaze into your black pearl eyes

And as you fall asleep

Know my promises I’ll keep

May you dream more than enough

As you rest in the arms of love

I’ll hold you ever near

Sing a lullaby my dear

As I gaze into you black pearl eyes

And when you spread your wings

Know I’ll hope for you good things

Bear in mind the thought of us

And rest in the arms of love

Hush now child don’t cry

In my arms you safely lie

As I gaze into your black pearl eyes

And when dark hours come

Dare to take them one by one

And if you need reprieve

Come rest in the arms of love

Never written anything like this before.  Just got a really fun pedal that I wanted to test out.  Thanks to a lovely day of solitude in my apartment, I got to have some fun with it.

Still learning how to play this style, so some of it's rough and you can hear the guitar hits in the background, but here it is.

Dancin awailin

Uploading again because it was deleted by a monster in the night!

LOVED this track by rowrowrow. Had to siiiing!

My goth side came out with this one, heh.

Supposed to be a companion to my Starchildren illustration.

I like how Spica is a binary star, but it appears like it's only one star because of the close proximity in which they orbit. 

Spica, being a binary star are restricted in their movements, unlike their fellow starchildren. They move as one and they cannot let go of each other. That handhold is very important.

This is kind of all over the place. But it is my first attempt, so bare with me (:

I’m putting together 10 songs for an audio re/rec and I’m gonna finish it in the next few days but I just wanted to hitrecord tonight and had to release something!...SO here’s one of them! I love old songs like this and I’m in love with Themetafictionist’s version of this and really like what I found to go with it! So ya. This song is not Themetaficionist's full song, I have previews of all the songs on my re/rec. 

You can find the clip on here

http://www.archive.org/details/blood_of_jesus

Metaphorest and belcath1981 showed me this wonderful artist by REmixing her work. I got inspired to do the same. I am not sure if I completely love what I did with this, but it's not bad for my first attempt to REmix Lea Daniel's beautiful and moving art ;)