Working with improvised audio over generated textures. Largely C major. Harmony and voicing from harmognome.
Trying to create a patterned texture with voicings and patterns in D Major
A track of marimba for warmup and improvisation over chords in C major.
Generated with the HarmoGnome, Ableton Live, and Kontakt.
For the first week of class, winter Semester 2018 at UdK.
This is the first playalong for improvisation students.
For Students using the HarmoGnome on iPhone, it is a ii-vi-V-I progression in G major. You can switch it to any key.
Long tones and scales in-between will do it. Just a matter of getting used to reacting and making patterns.
The problem with the current executive’s reaction to John McCain’s death is not that it shows a lack of respect of McCain, but that it shows a lack of respect for death.
… is corruption, exactly?
… do people like Russia so much suddenly? I mean, you can like them or not like them, but it seems an odd source for a political fad.
In Charlottesville, the fine folks bearing torches toward icons of knowledge and order and beauty in America were chanting about how friendly they were with Russia. It seems odd to chant about who’s your friend… doubly odd in the context of fire. But oh, well.
Crowds are so courageous! And how nice to have a whole country as your friend.
Executive Branch would like to…
No further comment.
That with too many clever minds set on virtual possibilities, the first to realize the simpler, practical, and likely violent applications of technology will be those who would never bother to understand how they work — but who do see how technologies, once real, can be used like hammers.
… that the weaponization of the president’s Twitter account became complete, over the Red Hen restaurant.
I think this because it was the first time I didn’t even notice, or think it odd, that the president was personally threatening people via electronic character-burst. It’s just what’s done.
Perhaps the account should be suspended? That would mark the day, I suppose, that corporations became the government, my friend.