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22 years ago...
A film in my head, ended up as sound in your ears.
The sound of mechanical things has always had a huge influence on my music. Engines, typewriters, scanners, electric shavers...fog horns. I was so seduced by mechanical sounds that I would often hear familiar things in unfamiliar environments. I was once in a train station in Berkeley CA at 1am. I was the only one in the station, yet I heard Bruce Springsteen "Born to Run" echoing through the station, from the hall, from the tunnel, the source was impossible to detect. It was perfect in pitch and tempo, but oddly, the lyrics were not present, and the instrumentation was unfamiliar...yet the sound and structure was absolutely perfect. I walked all of the corridors searching for the source of the music but could find none, no hidden speakers, no lonely soul hunched over a boom box. And as I stood there...it occurred to me, the sound I was hearing was not "music" at all, it was the sound of the escalator, perfectly channeling Springsteen. The train I was waiting for never came that night, and I ended up walking home...singing Born to Run, and laughing all the way. I learned something that night.
A film in my head, ended up as sound in your ears.
The sound of mechanical things has always had a huge influence on my music. Engines, typewriters, scanners, electric shavers...fog horns. I was so seduced by mechanical sounds that I would often hear familiar things in unfamiliar environments. I was once in a train station in Berkeley CA at 1am. I was the only one in the station, yet I heard Bruce Springsteen "Born to Run" echoing through the station, from the hall, from the tunnel, the source was impossible to detect. It was perfect in pitch and tempo, but oddly, the lyrics were not present, and the instrumentation was unfamiliar...yet the sound and structure was absolutely perfect. I walked all of the corridors searching for the source of the music but could find none, no hidden speakers, no lonely soul hunched over a boom box. And as I stood there...it occurred to me, the sound I was hearing was not "music" at all, it was the sound of the escalator, perfectly channeling Springsteen. The train I was waiting for never came that night, and I ended up walking home...singing Born to Run, and laughing all the way. I learned something that night.
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thoddi
Hi Blaine, nice to see you post songs again:)
I had this one playing while I was working on something else. I got a maritime feeling from those fog horn like sounds, and there is a certain mystic feel over this piece.
It's quite long, so I can imagine you having had a good time playing those synths:)
I can see how this could fit as a sound track to a movie. Very mood setting.
When will the film start shooting? Any chance there is a part available as an extra in it;)