| Interzone Puke-Cover |
[Jan. 13th, 2007|11:51 pm] |
This is what Jackie calls a "Puke Session" because neither of us could think of anything funny that rhymed with "Peel." (If you don't know what that means, fine, but you should probably read more.) We'd sit down together, name a song at random, and try to play a few bars into the recorder without consideration for much of anything except that we didn't tip over any booze; the drum machine shuts down (by foot) three beats after I nod to her. The result sounds backwards, since it doesn't sound "live" and distorted like our "real" "live" stuff but is, in a way.
This is ancient, from the dark days when alcohol, not each other, reciprocated each of our affections. Wow, whatever.
I like Joy Division enough that if someone belched into a tape recorded and said it was Interzone, I'd listen to it 1,000 times. Don't bother downloading this unless you feel the same way.
Our Interzone Puke Session, 2.5 MB
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| ATTN: Amelie (Classical Music For Marri) |
[Dec. 17th, 2006|07:55 pm] |
Another song for Marri (that she probably already has), posted here as opposed to sent effortlessly via e-mail since she thinks she's important enough to potentially warrant a major spam-attack from me when I finally flip out. (It's true: once when I was upset with Foo because Titanic grossed millions I sent her like ten e-mails in a row asking that she kindly end her own life. In addition to this unbearable number, I really meant what I said, too, because everyone knows I hate Foo so much (it's not true that I mention her name at least once a day knowing Jackie will sock me), and even local law enforcement agencies have me listed in the VVOR (Vindictive and Violent Offender Registry) because when I get into a "street" fight (in the Best Buy parking lot) the devastating blow I deliver that sends my kneejerk opponent home permanently disabled both in body and in spirit (the blow that consequently orphans half a dozen donuts when it comes time to form the posse) is nothing less that (OOH) a swear word each of us heard a million times in the first two weeks of crawling, drooling life on this planet.)
Some Gattaca Song, 3.6 MB
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| Stalingrad End Titles |
[Nov. 8th, 2006|04:08 pm] |
This is the song that will play at our funeral someday after she underdoses on whatever she's on at the time and ends up doing that murder-suicide thing.
Funeral Song 5 MB
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| Skinny Puppy's SECRET (Oooooooooooh....) |
[Oct. 27th, 2006|12:38 am] |
[This will be cross-posted to LJ's Skinny Puppy Community after I've reread it unstoned.]
Note that part of this post is written in Courier, which is fixed-width. That's for a reason, dumbass. (If any of this if fucked up, either tell me or fuck off.)
WHAT'S THE SECRET?
I can never tell if Ken Marshall fucked up Skinny Puppy's "Rodent" intentionally (as an homage-joke to suggest how brilliant Skinny Puppy are) or if he really did not know "the secret." When the rhythm keyboards kick in, the following couple of bars do not simply repeat themselves, but repeat themselves with a two-additional-note offset. The effect is, of course, that the sequence sounds slightly different each time through.
Fucking bonafide geniuses, they are. It took me months to figure out what the hell was going on with that. (I actually just gave up and slowed down the song to half-speed.)
What follows is the base sequence (I don't read notes, but neither did Clapton so fuck off); Skinny Puppy repeats it by adding two 00-notes at the end of this, before beginning again, while Ken Marshall simply repeats it over and over so that you're hearing the same thing over and over again.
"What's the secret?" asks the Ken Marshall version. Is he being sarcastic? I can't answer that, because I have no fucking clue what this song is even about, though it's in my top-five favorite songs to listen to over and over and over again, stoned or not.
If you're a real Puppy fan and find this boring, fucking kill yourself.
beats: 1...2...3...4...1...2...3...4...8...
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Here are some of my and ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) fullmetaljackie's downloads to check out if you're a bored douchebag like we are:
This was a short sequence Jackie and I did for one of her retarded QuickTime movies. It's our version of the KW sequence repeated, basically, along with some Benecio Del Toro and dog woofage.
Rodent WHAT THE FUCK (woof) 1 MB
This is what it says it is, stupid.
Ken Marshall Sequence Repeated 2.6 MB
This is another version I did for one of Jackie's movies. I used audacity to "sample" each individual note from the KW version then put them all together and added a drumbeat from New Order's Blue Monday. Yeah, I'm a fuckin' wierdo. So what.
My Audacity Rodent Sequence 3.6 MB
This is the actual Skinny Puppy Song with the cool stuff at the beginning repeated. Play this in your car over and over when some retarded chick bitches about hearing Ogre's scratchy voice.
Skinny Puppy's Rodent, Beginning Repeated 12.6 MB |
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| Walk This Way, Homeslices |
[Oct. 25th, 2006|08:29 am] |
Nothing chokes me up like the thought of people I absolutely love whom I will absolutely never see again (more so if I'll never see them again because they simply don't exist anymore, but that has less to do with this film ... but whatever). Peter Gabriel's ambient score for Rabbit Proof Fence comes pretty close to chokery of this magnitude, though.
We have the complete soundtrack somewhere, but all I could find offhand was this sample, which I recorded off the DVD before I even had a computer that was capable of ripping DVD files.
Rabbit Proof, MP3, 1 MB
( Bunny Hop, Bitches ) |
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| Joy Division "These Days" Studio Cover |
[Oct. 24th, 2006|09:36 am] |
This is what you might call a "happy" Joy Division song, "happy" meaning "way creepily ecstatic."
I think at this point we've ceased being responsible for our actions, so whatever!!!!! Obviously I am changing any plans to go out into the world this morning and be productive.
This is another studio file we found and spliced up all Walmart proper-like. Jackie on bass as usual, demonstrating I forgot what I was going to say.
I bet Dave regrets that fuckin' Jakups-N-Jackie queer-dream post.
Note that I have no idea what the hell I was thinking when I did that horrible TWANG thing towards the end. Also note the sound effects that start off the song, a happy hooterish tribute to the sluts in the picture hanging all over Dave and requesting he drag them back to his Brave Cave.
Incidentally, the name WARSAW WANNABES is not some name we actually went by as a band or anything.
These Days MP3 #MB?
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| The Call |
[Oct. 23rd, 2006|10:42 pm] |
Tangerine Dream was doing this in the mid-seventies when ... when hey, my very thin grandparents were twinkles in their fathers' anorexic eyes. This music is so beautiful that it makes me want to like, I dunno, stare at my desktop like a lametard and weep bloody tears of Jesus. Because The Bible is considered a very significant text, ergo it secures it's position.
The Call MP3, 2.3 MB
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