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An improvised lament for an oak tree on the fall equinox

I am so not kidding.

It so happens that I got a new MIDI keyboard controller recently, and it was delivered on the Fall Equinox (I live with pagans, this is how I know). As is proper for a geek getting a new toy, I played with it lots.

That same day, the borough came out to my street and cut down the lovely old oak tree that lived in front of the house of my neighbor Nancy. Nancy is a hoot. She’s 91, smokes unfiltered cigarettes, moved into that very house when she was four, swears like a sailor and is as Polish as… an incredibly Polish noun or verb. I love her.

Anyway, so, I’m playing with my keyboard, and the household pagans are grumping around about the oak tree, and all of a sudden I remembered a little bit of the music theory I’d learned so long ago. Out comes this very sad little piano piece.

Ok, fine, I completely exploited the death of a hundred-year-old life form to give a fictional context to a little throw-away piece of music. Sue me.

UPDATE: I can’t leave well-enough alone, and have revised this tune, and uploaded improvised-lament-mark2. It’ll be interesting to see if it shows up in your feed reader.

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RELENTLESSLY HAPPY CHILLOUT!!!one1!

For the past couple of days, I’ve been digging around in the “in process” folder of music and sounds that I keep. Everybody does that, right? There’s a pile where you throw all your ideas, so you can get them out of your head or you’re just too lady to complete them at the time you had them or something. A big ugly collection of unfinished projects and half-formed thoughts.

Anyway, I go in now and then, listen to the lot of it, and try to call as many of those projects done as possible, so I can publish them and move on without the creative burden of carrying these things with me.

Also, it’s a really efficient way to get new content for the podcast.

SO. Tonight is the first tune from the most recent purge, called Chillout 2. What happened to Chillout 1? You don’t want to know. Why is it called Chillout 2 when clearly it’s an enragingly perky bit of newage pop fluff? No idea. Why am I publishing it? Because I’ve radically changed it twice in as many days, and I will keep revising it forever if I don’t get it off my desktop right now. (But it really is better than it was two days ago, I promise.)

Whatever. It’s light, tinkly happy music. If you don’t like it, at least you can console yourself with the knowledge that it’s half as long as the original version I was going to post.

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