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Industrial Rhythm.
Me...live rhythm...modified loops of some sort. Drifting industrial and synth sounds. Maybe a bit moody. It came from thinking about Grand Central Station in NY, late at night...looking at an old photo I had taken...in another lifetime. an ominous, unpredictable sort of place. No matter how many times someone passes through that station, there is an uneasiness, an anticipation of both the known and the unknown, a sense of glory and dispair...depth on the edge. Awe mixed with fear mixed with beauty mixed with life, mixed with lust mixed with death. It is a place that attacks your senses, the air permiated with the smell of grease, electricity, sweat, blood, tears, sex, life, death...A giant cavern of emotion where every kind of person is, or has been through time joined with the sounds and rhythms of the trains, the ticking clocks, the clattering feet, the chattering voices, the screeching wheels...A place where amidst the densest crowds or emptiest spaces one can feel absolutely at once...alone, thrilled, terrified, intoxicated...alive.
Grand Central is the giant pumping heart of the city supplying the blood and oxygen of humanity through its veins.
I think I have the orig GB files if anybody is interested in doing something with this.
Me...live rhythm...modified loops of some sort. Drifting industrial and synth sounds. Maybe a bit moody. It came from thinking about Grand Central Station in NY, late at night...looking at an old photo I had taken...in another lifetime. an ominous, unpredictable sort of place. No matter how many times someone passes through that station, there is an uneasiness, an anticipation of both the known and the unknown, a sense of glory and dispair...depth on the edge. Awe mixed with fear mixed with beauty mixed with life, mixed with lust mixed with death. It is a place that attacks your senses, the air permiated with the smell of grease, electricity, sweat, blood, tears, sex, life, death...A giant cavern of emotion where every kind of person is, or has been through time joined with the sounds and rhythms of the trains, the ticking clocks, the clattering feet, the chattering voices, the screeching wheels...A place where amidst the densest crowds or emptiest spaces one can feel absolutely at once...alone, thrilled, terrified, intoxicated...alive.
Grand Central is the giant pumping heart of the city supplying the blood and oxygen of humanity through its veins.
I think I have the orig GB files if anybody is interested in doing something with this.
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stevel
I can imagine this being used as a soundtrack piece to a
Michael Mann thriller.....I like the way the sounds build
throughout the piece.
S