Video filmed and put together 07-31-19 1st edits
"StoneSetStone" Song 07/19.
Showing posts with label psychedelic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label psychedelic. Show all posts
Wednesday, July 31, 2019
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Levin Stone II
'Full view' set on highest-quality for the best results.
Levin Stone II: A revisit to the first Levin.
I corrected some of the doofy areas of imagery and added in much more over the extended audio of the Levin Stone video. [View old video and write-up] Electric Lines [Soil Finn/myself] worked as the audio and the images were photographs as well as a couple of video pieces tied together in certain frames that I captured in Taughannock falls. This connects to other videos as well with symbolic gestures as the focus. (Half Of It, Talisman and Paige's Dragonfly are the current pieces in this project that can be taken as individual videos or as one whole grouping.) I'm very exhausted from running around, missing buses, getting drenched in the rain and such all to get reliable internet connections to try to share these. Those are all stories for another day. Running around with a tambourine in a backpack makes time less of a hassle and each step more of a metronome
The area of the video with the crows was an idea I had tampered with using a chroma key to get the white the hell out of the photograph and then using two video tracks of the photo I scrolled each in opposite directions. The photograph used was one I took of an amazing amount of crows gathering in front of a violet sky in the 'moose days' of my quaint damn existence I'll post that photograph up later if anybody actually reads this thing or reminds me. Thanks to the couple of people that said nice things about the video. I'm trying to fill up an hour of visuals to tie these all together. Just when you think it's all finalized, the creative force clings on even tighter. I'm sure a re-re-edit will occur in the future.I love and hate the internet so much.
Each direction is swarmed with a new idea and it's frustrating as hell and infuriating but also beautiful and damn rewarding when all efforts are transferred from ideas to something that can be experienced through human-suit senses.
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What else? Paige's Dragonfly is FINALLY finished. And I really do not like blogging or cells, I'm thinking maybe I'll just continue on paper and then scan these entries in. It feels like I'm typing strictly for all those who are between moments of looking up porn on the internet or the tiny few key-wording 'psychedelic waterfall images.' Yikes.
This post will say that it is going to be edited in the future but really it won't be fine tuned at all because I'll lose interest in it or forget writing this very statement. I'll update this soon.
Coming soon: Paige's Dragonfly, Why NOT to fix the economy, A mythos in song called 'The Devil's Junkmail," and an interview with a short-story antagonist who hands dead rats through his ear holes and runs for congress.
Levin Stone II: A revisit to the first Levin.
I corrected some of the doofy areas of imagery and added in much more over the extended audio of the Levin Stone video. [View old video and write-up] Electric Lines [Soil Finn/myself] worked as the audio and the images were photographs as well as a couple of video pieces tied together in certain frames that I captured in Taughannock falls. This connects to other videos as well with symbolic gestures as the focus. (Half Of It, Talisman and Paige's Dragonfly are the current pieces in this project that can be taken as individual videos or as one whole grouping.) I'm very exhausted from running around, missing buses, getting drenched in the rain and such all to get reliable internet connections to try to share these. Those are all stories for another day. Running around with a tambourine in a backpack makes time less of a hassle and each step more of a metronome
The area of the video with the crows was an idea I had tampered with using a chroma key to get the white the hell out of the photograph and then using two video tracks of the photo I scrolled each in opposite directions. The photograph used was one I took of an amazing amount of crows gathering in front of a violet sky in the 'moose days' of my quaint damn existence I'll post that photograph up later if anybody actually reads this thing or reminds me. Thanks to the couple of people that said nice things about the video. I'm trying to fill up an hour of visuals to tie these all together. Just when you think it's all finalized, the creative force clings on even tighter. I'm sure a re-re-edit will occur in the future.I love and hate the internet so much.
Each direction is swarmed with a new idea and it's frustrating as hell and infuriating but also beautiful and damn rewarding when all efforts are transferred from ideas to something that can be experienced through human-suit senses.
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Here to captivate the attention span. Here to captivate the attention span. Complete sentence. Complete sentence.
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What else? Paige's Dragonfly is FINALLY finished. And I really do not like blogging or cells, I'm thinking maybe I'll just continue on paper and then scan these entries in. It feels like I'm typing strictly for all those who are between moments of looking up porn on the internet or the tiny few key-wording 'psychedelic waterfall images.' Yikes.
This post will say that it is going to be edited in the future but really it won't be fine tuned at all because I'll lose interest in it or forget writing this very statement. I'll update this soon.
Coming soon: Paige's Dragonfly, Why NOT to fix the economy, A mythos in song called 'The Devil's Junkmail," and an interview with a short-story antagonist who hands dead rats through his ear holes and runs for congress.
Friday, May 20, 2011
Pocket Moths
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.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Levin Stone
This area has been a prominent space of interest/resolution as you can already see by theme of recent 'posts.'
The video/photo collage is comprised of images I have taken mostly in this area, the Taughannock waterfalls and cayuga lake region. Following the images and nature of the last post 'Shorelines Always Mirror' many of the same tones of visuals are revisited. Creativity connector Dylan and myself performed the music as Electric Lines, and I'm crossing fingers that my lack of video editing experience doesn't show too sharply. Last night I was working on a separate video and following hours of creation the electricity burst out. Perhaps that one wasn't meant to be. 'Boo-hoo' Damn electric lines. So many different directions with only one set of feet.
Dial-up!
Friday, October 22, 2010
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