So after a decade of silence in which (in retrospect) I wasted a ton of time building a completely open-source studio I still find myself compelled to make sound. The only thing is I don't know where I'm going with this anymore. I may have been better off throwing my laptop into the sea and just playing guitar...or perhaps throwing that in too, with a microphone to record the results.

When I have managed to find the time I've sat down and messed around with the myriad of sounds I can make and left unfinished uncertain fragments in my wake (such as these). Forty years ago such indulgence would have required banks of tape machines and masses of equipment. I'm still searching for a recipe, a formula, or perhaps something more essential that will make it come together. After a certain point the technology becomes a distraction. There's something to be said for tight parameters compelling creativity - like how life was marginal in the early oceans, or how the sixty-four squares of a chessboard, with a few pieces, black and white, representing a handful of logical functions - give rise to an infinity of possibility. We have more than we need and we are spoiled for choice. What's left sounds like waste.

So these are a few of those outtakes, each represents 30-40 minutes of meandering condensed into nothing special. I hear the music in my head, in my heart, yet am unable to do it justice. I'll keep trying, though for the moment it seems a dream has been relegated to a hobby.

Still there's something dreamlike and spacious that reflects the world in which I find myself each day...

Constructive advice and suggestions are welcome...

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