In every direction, coloured circles that swell when you look at them and shrink when you look away.

Audio with a wine glass instrument I made this afternoon: And some fun with Toby's Melody from earlier this month. I think I called it Furby. Anyone know how to make one of a few samples play for each note, rather than only the sample for each note? Someone mentioned that it was called Round Robin to me once.

Prelude: Untergang

Three pieces to go!

Electrical Glass Ants put on a Concert

Far fetched titles? They help me! This was made with a couple of samples from the recording by Andrew's Cello-playing mate. (What was his name again?) I'd love to make more music with other bits of the recording.

Ballet Part 3

And here's the end of part 4 of this thing - next, the epilogue. Only four days to go!

Ballet Part 2

More sexy(?) weirdness - throwback to The Cup

Night birbs

Tonight I got drunk w' some new Dutch/German friends and as a result did NO composition, so I'm uploading a bit of a music concrète project I'm working on atm. It contains no synths, but does have piano, concrete slabs, crickets, chains, birbs and a vibrator.
#delaydesigner

 

Ballet - Part 1

There's no actual dancing going on here, so my teacher today suggested that I call this 'Internal Ballet.' That was before I told her it was a sex scene. I wimped out on the juicy stuff, although you can bet that if this ever hits a stage it's going to be ₙₐᵤgₕₜy

Transcription of the instructions at the end

*The woman defenestrates the old rose petals, remakes her bed, and changes into a nightgown, not entirely distinct from a hospital gown, feet conspicuously bare.

*She empties the full glass of darkened water by her bedside into the water bowl. With practiced ritual, she washes her hands and sinks the glass to fill it. She lifts it, inspects its colour; it has become clear once more.

*She takes a perfect rose, tears each petal delicately and drops them into her water bowl.

*Staring deep within the water bowl, she reaches in and steals a drop to paint her forehead.

*Hands cupped, she brings the water to her face. She does so in absolute ecstasy, attempting restraint the first four times before losing control.

*She reaches a climax and then, almost accidentally, gazes upon her reflection, which strikes her instantly still.

Winged Plums

Two recordings - Prelude: Mirrors & Intermezzo: Everybody Bleeds

Today's been a pretty loooooong day and I'm getting ready for a looooong weekend, so today's submission will be two recordings of previous pieces. Both for cello:

ALSO please read along with the text in 'intermezzo'... Today I tried not very hard to record someone speaking it, so imagine I had tried a little harder

 

little

Intermezzo: Everybody Bleeds

Recordings done! I need to sleep though so tomorrow

Watching

glass ants talking

Sometimes the programmatic urge is so strong, there is no option other than to bow to it. I imagine movement one as baby ant sculptures having a chat. Movement two would be working ants on their smoko. Movement 3 is the voice of the queen ant. All of them are teeny little sculptures made of coloured glass. And they are on a glass shelf in the sun, someone is imagining their dialogue ergh.... 

I don't know, these are all sounds I kinda just want to hear anyway. For those who aren't a fan of the programmatic (90% of me?) this piece can just be called 'little sounds.'

And I wouldn't mind a collection of intricate glass ant sculptures either.

Ants Talking

First miniature movement of tomorrow's cello piece.

Time Took My Backy

https://soundcloud.com/toby-graham-music/cello-riff/s-FnM96

Off topic post - Vrksasana excerpt

Today's piece is going to take me much longer than a day SO
Like Christine, I'm taking an electronic music class - this is the first two minutes of my piece Vrksasana, for live cello and four speakers.

gLISSando

Dust Dance (it’ll be ok)

Dust Dance (it’ll be ok)

the mythtery of the Normal People

smiling as a currency

I was born two inches deep in dust

I learnt to walk in it

learnt to lift my feet extra high

and breathe minimally

I thought it was normal

at some point I started noticing people noticing

i was extra quiet coz of the minimal breathing thing

maybe people seemed uncomfortable

and they would laugh sometimes when i walked

some people seemed to like it though

they would seek me out to be in my quiet

without me asking or anything

and seemed happy

there was no dust at school 

so I would sometimes breathe loudly just to see

people smiled at me when they saw it was a choice

they saw i was in control, powerful

like a Normal Person

only I wasn’t really

minimal breathing and excess breathing weren’t equal

excess breathing was an exception

a thrilling, unsustainable departure from the norm

regardless, my confidence grew

I started to like the way I walked

people smiled at me when I smiled when I walked

I lifted my feet high

I was proud of the way I walked

and we had pride in common

I was proud of not conforming and

they were proud of conforming and

together we conformed to the norm of pride

I'm not sure it's finished. 

Mirrors

The cello is still detuned from the previous movement, forgot to mention that.