The 'zero dollar budget' projects:
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| The first track goes best if the CD has been handed to you by a stranger. The last song functions best if hanging upside down out of an abandoned building window. |
I insist you that I am not trying to SELL you anything. (Friends could not afford living in a free world so we shaped our own and got fined. It was fine because we didn't pay. We ripped up S.S. Cards and knew human possibility hatched more than breakfast behavior and modest, weather-talk expectations.) Seconded:This is not a product this is not a product this is not a product. Buy my $10,000 coffee mug if you're looking to hook on to a sales pitch.
Pocket Moths archive.org webpage with 'ogg' format available.
01. Pocket Moths (4:35) MP3 8.3 MB
02. Manifest Sampler (8:55) MP3 13.4 MB
03. Through These Cellar
Doors (3:02) MP3 7.3 MB
04. Loving Ghost (Pt 1) (2:23) MP3 4.7 MB
05. Identity Consumption (3:33) MP3 6.7 MB
06. You Shake The Stars (5:24) MP3 9.2 MB
07. Astral Arcade Machine (2:50) MP3 6.2 MB
08. Hasty Levitation (2:20) MP3 4.2 MB
09. She's Chain Smoking
(Grey Puff Version) (3:03) MP3 3.8 MB
10. Electric Lines (3:47) MP3 7.0 MB
11. Isometric Vines (2:49) MP3 7.5 MB
12. A Taste Of Death:
The Infomercial (11:43) MP3 11.7 MB
13. Television Towns
&Rye Bread (1:33) MP3 2.4 MB
'Half of It' has Soil Finn playing Rhythm guitar on the audio recording. The original opening clip to the video contained the audio sampled as 'brush drums' in the song . Weeds were hacked away as creating a trail to a secluded stream which was cut into the pattern of the song.
The original layer is an improvised song between the two of us in basic form played on 12/14/2010. The magic and fun of being able to form songs so quickly is always at a strong point when we're at an open space with a complete looseness of construct to better help pull idea from. 'It just happens' is the best way to put it and at some moment I would enjoy writing about how wild many of the recording processes take shape when we form music. Sometimes it also gets overwhelming having so much material to work with, too, literally hard drives full of lost files to revisit.
On 02/11/2011 I layered some extra instruments and backing vocals. Somehow that seemed a bit bare still, so the slightness of faint electric leads were topped over the banjo played on the original layer.
The rest of the video fell into place from a collection of footage taken over the years and was feverishly merged together in an attempt to compliment the feeling of surreal lyrics.
It's entertaining to play with the meanings of the words. Luckily,this time there actually are breasts involved, so the project might not fade off into lost space. But unfortunately, the breasts,rods and ovum come only in the views of phallic imagery of interpretation. 'Damn.' Also, the imagery and concepts switch over in to the 'Paige's Dragonfly' video which I am infuriatingly trying to manage the audio for. It's been an endless amount of efforts. (Raving, stark mad efforts among ghetto speaker set ups and dated softwares.) I'd delve into the pinpoints of stress, pride, frustration, curse, joy and exertion of energy & efforts but there are more interesting things to get at than broken microphones, ghetto-makeshift recording setups, endless problems with not being able to bribe or trade ideas for marketing techniques, and how many glitches, errors and ass backwards ways of conducting these creations were initially met with.
Just at the nearing completion of the video, needing to fill the empty spaces in visuals, came the joy of finding the perfect imagery as a flooded parking lot hosted the presence of a lovely bird who reminds me of a well known ancient creator. Funnily enough, referred to as the Hermit, which damn well alludes to the result of what you become after perusing so many works at once, often it is met with hesitance and disgust of certain results yet later found with an attachment and love. The shape of the feathered being clicked immediately and helped to weave some final pieces of the imagery together.
Here's an original image of what was later tampered with to match the effects of the song.
>Filler space<
Surely there are still a few glitches within the imagery to be revisited and fixed, but maybe the process of having learned these kinds of things from a pirated editing program rather than undergoing classes and trained techniques allows it's own character or style. That is one of the fun things about a self-learning process. Many shortcuts may be missed along the creating procedures but they're approached with more of a free form and curious means of doing things. (Amidst fidgeting around learning how to lean into very many difficult ways of accomplishing edits.) I suppose that is when the weird and abstract take a hold. None of that is in my decision, though, how exactly it can be perceived. When something is released or publicized it is out of the arms of it's maker by that point, free to go it's own direction. The only real guiding force by then, is how many breasts it has or if it will get you lottery bargains. No, if it could mean something to merely one person or is looked at with a curious or open perception then not all is lost.
Culture, planet; it is an amusing world but it's tough to afford expensive costumes in the act of human-kindness. Still, that aging thought of department store remnants growing a single shrub then taking over to become agriculture and plains again is an enduring outlook of positivity. It's easy to be hopeless and pessimistic, but steering a nifty, capable perception mixes playfulness and usually the 'bitch of the path' as in, it's difficult because it is less traveled. You can fathom thought of the ceo who hangs himself in the company's stock room or the nearest nuclear warhead on a let-loose target strike (worry sale/death addiction) or you can cherish the option of coating existence with damn fine colors and "livening life"/Lifen life. Then again, you can do what you'd wish, Awe damn if that isn't one of life's most hidden secrets.
Pocket Moths is: More than you want to read anything about.
02. Manifest Sampler (8:55) MP3 13.4 MB
03. Through These Cellar
Doors (3:02) MP3 7.3 MB
04. Loving Ghost (Pt 1) (2:23) MP3 4.7 MB
05. Identity Consumption (3:33) MP3 6.7 MB
06. You Shake The Stars (5:24) MP3 9.2 MB
07. Astral Arcade Machine (2:50) MP3 6.2 MB
08. Hasty Levitation (2:20) MP3 4.2 MB
09. She's Chain Smoking
(Grey Puff Version) (3:03) MP3 3.8 MB
10. Electric Lines (3:47) MP3 7.0 MB
11. Isometric Vines (2:49) MP3 7.5 MB
12. A Taste Of Death:
The Infomercial (11:43) MP3 11.7 MB
13. Television Towns
&Rye Bread (1:33) MP3 2.4 MB
I just wanted to say that Grand daughter Emit is out to kill Father Time
and while most people pay anything, as attention cannot be bought,
Father time doesn't put up a fair fight.
So root for the daughter, She'll slice the vines of time.
A write up on the making of Half Of It:
A write up on the making of Half Of It:
'Half of It' has Soil Finn playing Rhythm guitar on the audio recording. The original opening clip to the video contained the audio sampled as 'brush drums' in the song . Weeds were hacked away as creating a trail to a secluded stream which was cut into the pattern of the song.
The original layer is an improvised song between the two of us in basic form played on 12/14/2010. The magic and fun of being able to form songs so quickly is always at a strong point when we're at an open space with a complete looseness of construct to better help pull idea from. 'It just happens' is the best way to put it and at some moment I would enjoy writing about how wild many of the recording processes take shape when we form music. Sometimes it also gets overwhelming having so much material to work with, too, literally hard drives full of lost files to revisit.
On 02/11/2011 I layered some extra instruments and backing vocals. Somehow that seemed a bit bare still, so the slightness of faint electric leads were topped over the banjo played on the original layer.
The rest of the video fell into place from a collection of footage taken over the years and was feverishly merged together in an attempt to compliment the feeling of surreal lyrics.
It's entertaining to play with the meanings of the words. Luckily,this time there actually are breasts involved, so the project might not fade off into lost space. But unfortunately, the breasts,rods and ovum come only in the views of phallic imagery of interpretation. 'Damn.' Also, the imagery and concepts switch over in to the 'Paige's Dragonfly' video which I am infuriatingly trying to manage the audio for. It's been an endless amount of efforts. (Raving, stark mad efforts among ghetto speaker set ups and dated softwares.) I'd delve into the pinpoints of stress, pride, frustration, curse, joy and exertion of energy & efforts but there are more interesting things to get at than broken microphones, ghetto-makeshift recording setups, endless problems with not being able to bribe or trade ideas for marketing techniques, and how many glitches, errors and ass backwards ways of conducting these creations were initially met with.
Just at the nearing completion of the video, needing to fill the empty spaces in visuals, came the joy of finding the perfect imagery as a flooded parking lot hosted the presence of a lovely bird who reminds me of a well known ancient creator. Funnily enough, referred to as the Hermit, which damn well alludes to the result of what you become after perusing so many works at once, often it is met with hesitance and disgust of certain results yet later found with an attachment and love. The shape of the feathered being clicked immediately and helped to weave some final pieces of the imagery together.
Here's an original image of what was later tampered with to match the effects of the song.>Filler space<
Surely there are still a few glitches within the imagery to be revisited and fixed, but maybe the process of having learned these kinds of things from a pirated editing program rather than undergoing classes and trained techniques allows it's own character or style. That is one of the fun things about a self-learning process. Many shortcuts may be missed along the creating procedures but they're approached with more of a free form and curious means of doing things. (Amidst fidgeting around learning how to lean into very many difficult ways of accomplishing edits.) I suppose that is when the weird and abstract take a hold. None of that is in my decision, though, how exactly it can be perceived. When something is released or publicized it is out of the arms of it's maker by that point, free to go it's own direction. The only real guiding force by then, is how many breasts it has or if it will get you lottery bargains. No, if it could mean something to merely one person or is looked at with a curious or open perception then not all is lost.
Culture, planet; it is an amusing world but it's tough to afford expensive costumes in the act of human-kindness. Still, that aging thought of department store remnants growing a single shrub then taking over to become agriculture and plains again is an enduring outlook of positivity. It's easy to be hopeless and pessimistic, but steering a nifty, capable perception mixes playfulness and usually the 'bitch of the path' as in, it's difficult because it is less traveled. You can fathom thought of the ceo who hangs himself in the company's stock room or the nearest nuclear warhead on a let-loose target strike (worry sale/death addiction) or you can cherish the option of coating existence with damn fine colors and "livening life"/Lifen life. Then again, you can do what you'd wish, Awe damn if that isn't one of life's most hidden secrets.
Pocket Moths is: More than you want to read anything about.
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