Our Local Cluster

"Our Local Cluster" ... kind of makes vast amounts of cubic parsecs sound small.

Windy Santee and Sandoz. Free association. Pure nostalgia for an imaginary road, from an imaginary time. A faraway windy day... our new school on Hanson Lane... when I first knew I must learn to play the guitar. My, oh my, how the winds have changed!

various ambient people sounds, plus a little drums, bass, etc.

Here's my cat. Elegant in her own way, beautiful like a living sculpture. And she knows this. She stretches, she poses, makes me ponder her ancient exotic ancestry. She will not be ignored. That's my cat. ~~~ notes ~~~ Built around a favorite chord progression (part of "Odyssey," a song I wrote years ago).

ring out the old in the garden of eden color space nostalgia mood rings in the new summer is almost over

This is about how digital clocks haunted me for several years. This composition is very numerical. Several things that count out beats are definitely on purpose. I also found that by layering several echoes, you can form other entirely different phrases, which in this case are eerily apropos. It still happens. Originally posted as a poem just occasionally still.

lyrics:

just occasionally still still sometimes it happens out of the blue but not as often as before i glance at the clock it's eleven past nine it happens just occasionally still (c)2004 by Bill Grundmann (originally posted here)

piano, strings, ambient sounds ~~~ notes ~~~ I don't want to say too much about this and risk ruining your first impression. Just close your eyes and listen. Make up a story. Let me know what you came up with...

several drum loops and bass loops at different phase angles. a little redshift. some dissociated interstellar molecules. and a fire across town.

lyrics:

a belief in the future the architecture of the universe machined elegance congratulations to you all gilded nudity he beheld a shimmering, starry, blinding light geometric shapes futurism no one on Earth is doing better than you are

Distorted reality. Could be funny, but maybe it's not really funny at all. Especially if the reality being distorted is real reality.

I seem to have lost all my lists. What am I to do?

Each meter down this road is fraught with danger. Some more experiments with Gipsy Minor and multiple simultaneous time signatures. ~~~~~~~~ sound effects used in this song: fire.crackling.mp3 by dobroide (http://freesound.iua.upf.edu/usersViewSingle.php?id=8043) drunks fighting.aif by tigersound (http://freesound.iua.upf.edu/usersViewSingle.php?id=23035)

An evolving realization.

for a lost friend... ~~~ notes ~~~ whilst sharkin'

i wrote these words quite a while ago... but i finally had the gumption to put it to music... Originally posted as a poem sing.

lyrics:

Singer as the singer discretely hums the needle joins the seams the fabric of the schemes that the music becomes as the photons fade i find i cannot sleep we cannot keep all the promises we've made the wellness i feign every day of the weak in the words that i speak to escape the pain we never guessed as the footlights fade the scripts that we made for the time we have left still the singer discreetly hums and we cannot yet sleep so remember to keep what the music becomes (c) 2005 Bill Grundmann

A reel.