Celestine
Fun with some new loops, mercifully short.
http://www.victorlams.com/audio/Victor_Lams_-_Celestine.mp3
Fun with some new loops, mercifully short.
I'm going to post some odds and ends from this year, things I haven't posted yet. Starting with this one from February's KVR contest. We had to do a cover of a tune written by another KVRian, in this case, S.HUSH, who is a hilarious songwriter. I used an effect on my voice (CloneEnsmble), multitracked 8 times, with some ambient crowd noise, and a marching band beat I did in Battery 3... it's weird, but maybe convincing in its execution. In case you're curious, the original was a Mellencamp-esque rock tune.
A little anti-redistributionalist Calypso for you! I play the ukulele on it. Enjoy!
This song was written to award the top pledger for the quarterly Catholic and Enjoying It Tin Cup Rattle pledge drive, Irenaeus. The idea was that I'd write a song about whatever topic he chose. One of the options given was "How about a generic liberal pro-abortion Catholic politician (a la Pelosi, Biden, Sebelius, etc)?".
Playing around with some new effects today, needed a vocal line, so got our six-year-old son in front of the microphone and said "Come on, then! Sing something!"
Nothing is more depressing than reading an inciteful blog or forum post, having the perfect reply, and then being denied because either the poster has closed comments for that post or because you've previously been banned (for being right, usually).
It's new music! Inspired by current events! It's longer than 2 minutes!
Dr. Apostrophe X and The Kornhole Krew present:
Well, I thought it would take a few more weeks, but apparently three days is all it takes for Amazon MP3 and Lala to post your new album on their websites for listening (LaLa gives you the first listen for free) and purchase. iTunes, Rhapsody, and eMusic, it seems take a bit longer.


Here's another from our poking-around-on-my-harddrive file, a requiem for the Sega Master System.
Going through the hard-drive looking for some stuff to clean up for a possible future release, and found this experiment (probably messing around with the Jamstix demo), from July, 2005.
Song #75 on our 100-song odyssey is a collaboration with the eminent 1-2-Many, who is a fixture on the KVRaudio.com website, particularly in their monthly song contests. Collaboration may be pushing it a bit because all I really did on this one was write some words and sing them -- he did all the music writing and production, so it was quite a nice break for me. I think it came out really well.

Since I guess we're on the retro tip, here's another old song; this song is possibly from late 1998 or early 1999? I can't remember. It was done "live" (though multitracked) to my Roland multitrack recorder which could do formant shifting, which explains the vocals. I never really intended this to be Barry White or the Chipmunks, I just needed a name for the project after I'd recorded it.
Here's an oldie, from 2001 (right after the "Robot Love" era). It's about all those people who pretend to be cops... that's right, they are "Fake Cops!" A lot of time has gone by between this song and now, so you'd really think my music would sound better today than it did then. You would think.
...in which our singer recounts his final moments inside the eye of a tornado (it's a Midwestern United States thing, you wouldn't understand). Lyric here.
I'll be posting the version of this new tune with vocals in a day or two. In the meantime, enjoy it in all its pristine, unbesmirched, Moog-tastic goodness.
Song #70 on our 100-song journey is from early, 2003, when I found myself laid-off. It's named in honor of Michigan's Automated Response Voice Interactive Network, aka. M.A.R.V.I.N., who cheerfully greeted me every other Friday to confirm I'd been looking for work. As for the piece itself, it's kind of a jazzy-funky instrumental tune done with an old music program that came bundled free with Computer Music magazine. Listening to this one again after so many years, for all of its low-fi grunginess, it's really one of my favorites. It reminds me of a time when (like it or not) I had a lot of time and attention to give a piece.
UPDATE (02/19): I've tweaked the mix a little to make the vocals stand out a little more (maybe too much -- yes, I've heard of EQ, but there's no time to fix that now).
One of the rare pleasures of working on music so randomly over the years is that once in a while, while searching for something else, you happen across a file in your working directory entitled "Huh.wav" and when you pull it up to give it a listen, you have absolutely no recollection of ever working on it. It's even better when that tune is kind of neat.
Always Ever Only Just
Here's an experiment in found audio (the recitation is from Archive.org, and the ambient cafe sounds are from Freesound.org). Computer Music magazine's resident monthly musical gestalt writer, Rachmiel, had this to say about this piece:
A few years back, the Center for Disease Control approached my free-jazz quintet, "No Boundaries", about doing a little project for them to raise awareness among preschool-aged children about the dangers of infectious disease.
I've begun to re-enter the monthly contests at KVRAudio.com. Here is last month's submission. I have to apologize in advance for the inappropriateness of some of these tunes, but hey... maybe you'll get a chuckle out of one (or more) of them.
Here's another new one for you. It's a Phreakbox dance remix of the Sock Monkeys' instant classic "Everybody Poops".
After a long break, it's time for Song #60, and it's a new one. With the coming of Spring my musical mojo is starting to thaw and I have a couple of new projects I'm working on. One of which is Phreakbox, which will be a more minimalist sonic experience than I've recently attempted. Anyway, enjoy this simple tune.
In honor of the Feast of the Epiphany comes another track from the ill-fated Christmas project. Like most of my interpretations of classic hymns, this one received the complaint that the melody is not brought to the foreground enough. My typical response stands: when I interpret classic hymns, I like to give them a more impressionistic interpretation, as opposed to a literal one. For the intended project, this also may have been a little too... well, just listen for yourself.
This is another demo I did for the Christmas Project That Never Came To Be. I don't know who wrote this song (I think it's in the Gather hymnal), but I did the arrangement (including some additional lyrics for the bridge section), and in my own humble opinion, it's probably one of the best arrangements I've ever done (especially considering my set-up at the time). Actually, listening over the early mixes for this just now, I actually had a funkier arrangement that I liked a lot better (seriously, some pr. It was probably too funky. Anyway, here's the one I did and recorded some rather Barney-esque vocals for.
About four years ago I was asked to start work on producing some tracks for a Christmas CD. While the project never really came about (some of my arrangements were a little... ahead of their time), I've recently discovered on a back-up drive some of the tracks I was working on at the time.
It's been almost three months since I've written any music and they always say that the first tune back isn't, well, it isn't solid gold. It is, however, an entry into the KVRAudio "Eat Me!" contest (about food).
I'm back! And I bring a new tune. This tune is actually a collaboration with the excellent Rockstar_not who, in addition to coming up with the concept of the piece (an entry into kvraudio.com's September "geography-themed" contest) wrote and sang the lyric. Basically the good parts are his. I contributed some wacked-out, late Friday night vocalizations and the "Motown Mash-Up" rhythm track. Enjoy it or don't. Just never for get we come from a land shaped like a hand.
I did this song in August of 2004. It's difficult to say what it's really all about (if you have any guesses, let me know!). As near as I can figure it's an anti-protest, anti-"progress" song. You can also read into it (or out of it?) some of the baby-boomers' reaction to 9/11, which is why I'm posting it today. Regardless, I'm rather fond of how this came out, production-wise.
This song, written for the August, 2006, kvraudio.com contest, is a statement on our culture's obsession with teaching everything didactically, as a set of instructions, instead of teaching by showing or doing (which is how all of us learned to tie our shoes). It attempts to show the frustration on the part of the instructor when the pupil can't follow the confusing instructions (though they are technically accurate) and the defiant resignation of the student (mad props to 'Xander for the collab!), in both asserting and conceding that he'll never tie his shoes, provided with that method of instruction.
Greetings! We're back with another song for you, this one in honor of and to get you in the mood for tomorrow's Feast of the Assumption of Mary.
Well, that was a fine break. We hope you enjoyed it as much as we did. Now we are back and in honor of the truly unbearable weather outside Whimsey HQ, we have this buried gem from Summer, 1997, when we found ourselves chained-up in an apartment with no air conditioning for three weeks over the hottest period of the summer with only a copy of Jamiroquai's "Travelling Without Moving" CD to keep us company. Somehow, we pulled through and we suspect you will, too.
It's song number 50!
Here's an evocative little tune I put together - judging from the file details - in September, 2003. Not much to say about this one, except that it's now track #49 in our one-hundred song journey.
I recently uncovered a hidden trove of audio I did in Spring, 2003. Many of the tracks are unfinished (some tunes I look forward to getting back to someday -- provided I can track down where all the little audio bits wound up when our PC died that summer), but a few I actually managed to complete at the time. This is one of those tracks.
Our second "Buried Folderol Week" concludes with a short tune from (I'm guessing) 1997. This is the result of another one of those situations where I was up too late during my college years and had half an idea for a song and so fired up the four-track and put some stuff down. In this case the results were not particularly... good. But maybe you'll find something endearing about this track, who knows.
I guess it's time for another Buried Folderol Week here on the old Cacophonous World (you in the back! stop groaning!). This distinctive piece of buried folderol comes to us directly from Autumn, 1996. My setup at the time was the Roland JV-1000 synth, an old Roland phrase sampler (which I sold on Harmony Central the next year), an Alesis SR-16 drum machine, an SM-58 microphone, my trusty Yamaha four-track cassette recorder, and a fictional character: the quintessential Lounge Lizard, Mr. Straight Shots (nee Straight Shotz). Anyway, this was all done "live" to four-track, including the various vocal layerings and sound effects. And yes, I guess I had been listening to George Duke's "Reach For It" before I wrote this one.
My weblog recently celebrated it's fifth anniversary (though it's kind of weak now). Around the time I started the weblog (2001), I wrote this tune in a kind of Lionel Richie/Commodores groove. The whole "I want a boy..." section was taken from some random girl's weblog. My co-worker at the time had found it and she and I both agreed it was just about the saddest thing we'd ever read, so it fit the whole pathos of the tune. I never really got around to finishing this tune up, but the lack of polish maybe fits the subject matter.
Let's take a trip back to the early 1990s when everyone was techno-ing up a storm. I did this track a couple of weeks back for a KVRAudio contest and when I played it for the host of The Catholic Cast podcast, he said he'd like to use it there as well. Consider this a sneak peek for when that podcast does eventually return.
I know "Weird Jazz Week" was last week, but I just remembered this song and wanted to slip it in. I did it in September, 2004, for a kvraudio.com contest where the theme was to create a song using only one instrument. While this is what I technically did, perhaps this wasn't directly in the spirit of the competition.
It's song 42! Time for something extra special: the first song to feature our son who provided not only the ferocious roar but (obviously) the theme and subject matter of this song (by virtue of engaging in the aforementioned activity but also in needing to reminded that monsters are not always to be feared -- though I guess it doesn't help that I taught him about grues to keep him in bed). It may be lame to admit that there are some of your own songs that you really like, that you're really proud of how they came out, but this is definitely one of those.
I did this tune in early 2003 when I got my first "ROMpler" (a virtual instrument which plays instruments which have been sampled but to which you can't add your own content), Sonik Synth (one). Anyway, I wanted to see how faithfully I could emulate a Jazz quartet (and string section). Unfortunately, to some ears I strove to such a degree for authenticity in the trumpet part -- simulating some detuning due to an uneven flow of air through the instrument -- that at some point it goes a little way flat and the trumpeter sounds less like Miles Davis and more like the mortally wounded bugler in Sonny Giannotta's 1962 comedy recording "Last Blast of The Blasted Bugler" (my parents had a record of that and played it for me when I was a kid; if you're familiar with the recording you'll realize that explains an awful lot. If you have a digital copy of that recording, long out of print, please email me).
Time to let the Professor pick the theme.
Our second "Buried Folderol Week" concludes on the same note it began: that of incredibly rare favorites (of mine, anyway) made with found or sampled audio. This Friday's tune is one of my favorites and it actually came together in an interesting manner. It's no secret that I consider Deep Space Nine to be the best television series of all time, and it was my companion through most of High School, College, and then my first forays into the Real World. I learned a lot from Captain Sisko. Anyway, towards the end of season five, I believe, I was up late at night and the show happened to be on and since it was an awesome episode (the Dominion's all in a snit because Sisko mined the wormhole with cloaked, self-replicating mines) I decided to put a microphone (the ol' Shure SM-58) in front of the television's speaker and record some of whatever Captain Sikso was saying (in this case it's a great exchange with Jeffrey Comb's Weyoun character).
To kick off our second Buried Folderol Week (which features songs which use samples that are, shall we say, hopefully covered under the fair-use umbrella), we've got a real rare treat for you: "The Pirate Movie Song" which I did as a present for my (then) fiance back in 1999 using samples from one of her favorite movies.
Another song written and performed by our neice, but this one was done five years ago. Enjoy!
This song was written and performed by our neice, KK, for her mom this past Mother's Day. All I did on this pretty much is work up a sparse arrangement (consider this a demo; though there is one interesting bit of trivia here: the bridge section contains my first-ever played guitar part) and record KK singing in our spare-bedroom studio. Anyway, my rushed production work not necessarily withstanding, I think this one came out pretty good (and yes, a lot of that is due to the fact that an actual singer/songwriter wrote and sang it).
Does Kyoto have a subway? If it does, does it sound anything like this? I don't know the answer to either question; I've never been to Kyoto and the way things are going I probably never will. Put this song on loop playback and just chill with it for a few minutes.
Every evening here, in Summer, as the days grow longer and there is the need of such a thing, the Time For Bed Truck makes its rounds around the city letting all of the children know that it's time to march off to bed. Tonight I stuck a stereo microphone out the window as it drove by.
"Unmitigated Disaster Week" concludes (a day late, naturally) with this deservedly forgotten gem from August, 2004. A former co-worker once told me that in the UK "knock me up" was slang for asking someone to visit you (just like "ring me up" was slang for asking someone to phone you). I have no idea if this is true, but it sounded like a good chance to exercise some house-oriented double entendres.