S.B.T. 300

this is SBT's 300th post, and it seems fitting to take up gabrielle's challenge to reveal 7 things about myself here.

it makes me nervous ha ha but here are seven things some probably dont know:

1. i co-operate a shelter for 57 feral cats and their shelter is now in a space, a remodeled garage, on my property, as of last january. they are fascinating fur-people, and yes, its a lot of work too but if you could see their faces...oh thats right, you can:

2. my first job was selling donuts and coffee, i was 14. part of my job was filling jelly donuts and i was very much like lucy at the chocolate factory. i probably ate at least 25% of them but what do you want from a teenager at 5 a.m. alone in the back of the bakery with a giant jelly express machine and endless shelves of puffy donut pillows waiting to be dusted with powdered sugar

3. i was an honor student, but i hated high school so much i boycotted my graduation and opted to receive my diploma by mail, while opting yes for the parties afterwards

4. jack kerouac lived down the street from my uncle in the mid sixties (google kerouac bristol avenue) and was his drinking buddy at the back of the butcher shop many a night but alas i was too young to remember, but i do remember the back room of the butcher shop and, the smell of grilled meats, tobacco and whiskey

5. dance performances always make me cry and captain beefheart was probably my greatest musical revelation

6. i play the piano, the violin and the guitar, but went into visual arts and have spent decades there

7. i studied electronic music back when the synthesizers were analogue, in art school, as training for film sound

lots of points about sound, i know, but it's because i have been working a lot these days with music comps.

here is my latest, it is still a w.i.p., but i put it up anyway, and it will be updated until complete.

ok so thats 8 things, sending it off now, zap, into the infinite

the path thru the forest

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famous


"i should introduce myself"
he said, swirlinging the shining black cape
inna spiral corkscrew
wave crescendo and thing of beauty
replayed back in slow motion


what is the name of your red bowtie
what is that called
i thought, the triangular pointed kind.
distinct yet understated, i said to myself
and


i would not approach he said
if i were not able to tell some truth
he seemed serious


"it is this," he said.
"beneath the many avarices of face."
odd choice of a word i thought


do you mean varieties i ask


i mean
in actuality he said and bowed


i mean
that i am tiny
in scale but large in dimension
he said and bowed




blink




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seagull




soft feathers sweep over a
microexpression
in one moment, love flies in

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love

using fairly rudimentary editing capabilities (FCP is on my list of must-have-next) i sliced up a dance sequence and retimed it, used various effects, transitions and treatments to create a visual partner for this original music, called "love". composed with programmed sheet music and played/recorded a la synthesizer, the fourth in a series of classically inspired ballads,
note that it is often blue
and that the melody asks for nothing (tipota)
and tells something simply (tin karthia tis elpithas)
i have certainly found a world
where love comes in various shapes and sizes, i think this piece is about the compelling
ultimate over-the-top tenderness of it all.
its directly related to the previous post 'peace'

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many thanks to mark alvin for his impeccable ear
and generous help and support during the process of music

composing and mixing for 'peace'

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science, or

what became of that thought?

curious circuitry

in visible

power less persuasion

with no foresight

or bracket theory

my server waits

til the fresh brew bubbles

they wont tell, any fate

behind the carbon

gravitate

a pocket inside

black penrose pants

holey hypnotized

sure as sugar

snaps

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dusk drive

the moon has a slender smile half-cocked and pearly white

colors fade azure to indigo and lavendar pink to copper

every star a giggle practicing scales for a concert of laughter

the bare lacy trees flatten to black licorice silhouettes

for some reason i think of gumby

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natural hunter

there was a time before the dark, whistling soft under my teeth said the popcorn man

and the little monkey dance kicks up clouds and jangle bells.

is it a ghost

can you see it

gone

closed in this black space there are still many details discerned in the glow of phosphor us...)

we can try infrared + subsonics he says. the screen flickers. the burning white

button smooths edges between it and nothing slither flashes on his patent.................leather.......................shoes

the room is not distressed at all, no antique antic or attic about it. maybe just a touch of zone, twilight. surely no cotton bandanas around here