11.19
DGM HQ.
David & Robert are in DGM SoundWorld I addressing Misere Mei…
One English translation might be miserable me! poor little me! Along the lines of how I suffer! I suffer so much! A better translation is more a cry or howl of despair emerging from a wailing & gnashing of teeth – O! I am a pitiful wretch! this, wrenching itself from one who has seen the utter poverty of their nature. Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven… but it doesn’t feel quite that upbeat when we see there’s nothing here.
12.35 The persons are paused while numbers are crunching.
The street I…
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E-flurrying underway concerning various issues relating to some proposed live work. These confirm my view of live performance as a horrible way to earn a living.
The agent acting on behalf of a band, that I have been asked to guest with, would like my name to be featured prominently on posters, alongside the best-known member of the band. The less well-known members of the band are not even to be mentioned. This is the poster-as-lie. So, although I am not in the band, do not determine its direction & composing, my name would be used to suggest to the paying-public that I am a moving force in a venture in which I am not. This is only one reason why I spend less active time as a player in the industry, where deceit is one form of common currency (others are exploitation & theft).
18.14 A triumphant afternoon…
The essence in the music of the Orchestral Soundscapes has moved outwards into sonics, the sound of wonder & wondrousness unfolding. The mixing, arranging & editing presentations are slightly different to the straightforward orchestral performances. The approach we are taking is the same that we take to editing Soundscapes; applying time & thought, developing alternative approaches to fit the performances. I find these arranged-arrangements glorious, stunning, moving, powerful.
David has just left I…
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On the kitchen table…
23.46 An evening computing. Done.
It waits.
DGM HQ.
David & Robert are in DGM SoundWorld I addressing Misere Mei…
One English translation might be miserable me! poor little me! Along the lines of how I suffer! I suffer so much! A better translation is more a cry or howl of despair emerging from a wailing & gnashing of teeth – O! I am a pitiful wretch! this, wrenching itself from one who has seen the utter poverty of their nature. Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven… but it doesn’t feel quite that upbeat when we see there’s nothing here.
12.35 The persons are paused while numbers are crunching.
The street I…
II...
III...
IV...
E-flurrying underway concerning various issues relating to some proposed live work. These confirm my view of live performance as a horrible way to earn a living.
The agent acting on behalf of a band, that I have been asked to guest with, would like my name to be featured prominently on posters, alongside the best-known member of the band. The less well-known members of the band are not even to be mentioned. This is the poster-as-lie. So, although I am not in the band, do not determine its direction & composing, my name would be used to suggest to the paying-public that I am a moving force in a venture in which I am not. This is only one reason why I spend less active time as a player in the industry, where deceit is one form of common currency (others are exploitation & theft).
18.14 A triumphant afternoon…
The essence in the music of the Orchestral Soundscapes has moved outwards into sonics, the sound of wonder & wondrousness unfolding. The mixing, arranging & editing presentations are slightly different to the straightforward orchestral performances. The approach we are taking is the same that we take to editing Soundscapes; applying time & thought, developing alternative approaches to fit the performances. I find these arranged-arrangements glorious, stunning, moving, powerful.
David has just left I…
II...
III...
On the kitchen table…
23.46 An evening computing. Done.
It waits.
