Blimey. I switch my phone off and stay away from the Net for one day (and a Sunday at that) and everything goes to hell. Apologies to Auriol and Leasey (and anyone else who was trying to get in touch). I heard your messages and will get back to you.
PooterGeek was crawling with comment spam this morning and I’ve been relegated to a “Flappy Bird” in the Truth Laid Bear ‘Blogging Ecosystem—this despite being linked to by a piece of Crooked Timber well-poisoning. (The Poisoning Of The Well is followed instantly by a Straw Man. Crooked Timber remains unrivalled as a resource for those in the academic community charged with the teaching of elementary logical fallacies.)
Satan on a moped, what a start to a Monday.
Thing is: I was lost in music, caught in a trap, no turning back, lost in music. More specifically I was trying to grok a drum machine called Guru so that I could build a hip-hop beat around a lovely piece of Richard Brincklow piano playing. To really understand most new computer music programs these days you need to devote long periods of unbroken concentration to figuring out their quirks. Calling Guru a drum machine is pretty insulting—I actually bought it for its powerful ability to dissect streams of rhythmic sound—but it might as well be “just a drum machine” for my grasp of it to date. It looks beautiful and is very clever, but has an interface as intuitive as the cockpit of a 747.
As revenge for having to listen to his new catchphrase—“a 2:i is a perfectly good degree, Damian“—I hand-edited Richard’s keyboard performance and have begun to loop it into manipulable chunks. It is now the basis for an “anti-Spiritual”. You are welcome to listen to a verse of Bow Down Below. As you can hear, it isn’t finished, but it’s still copyright and playright Brincklow and Counsell 2005. I’d love to play you some of our SciArt stuff, but Rich is in the process of the more heavy-duty, needs-a-degree-in-music orchestration on our current favourite Break Bones.
On the subject of my last post, the fake Merkel speech wasn’t really German, people. It was geeky pseudo-German, like the famous “Blinkenlights” warning poster. Those of you who didn’t get it could read it again in the right spirit (and perhaps with a window to Babelfish open on your desktop for any real German words) and you’ll get the drift of it. Here’s a nice New York Times piece about “Denglish”, and here are the ultimate Blinkenlights.
I did like BiB’s comment very much.