Apr
08
2009
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Planet Terror. The song Rose McGowan dances to, performed by the beautiful musical magic that is the duo of Vincent Horn and Ryan Oelke.

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Nov
20
2008

Testing Tumblrette for the iPhone

Pretty sweet! I’ll be posting a lot more now that I have this app.

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Sep
28
2008
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This a percussion ensemble piece written for eight and is pretty strange. Lots of odd meters and bizarre parts. I played and recorded are the parts, then mixing/editing in ProTools.

At the end, it basically says for players to play chaotically, which is suprisingly more difficult than it sounds when you’re used to playing in order:P At my senior recital, I played live to the recording, muting out the parts in the recording that I played live.

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Sep
27
2008
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This is me in a mallet quartet in undergrad (music performance was one of my majors). I’m on the low end, playing Marimba. The last solo is me:) My roomate was a pretty phenomenal percussionist and wrote this piece called, Karyokenisis.

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Sep
25
2008

“Horror Cat Attacks!”

Saw this on a movie blog demonstrating the power of the soundtrack:)

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Sep
05
2008
Anoushka Shankar.

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Sep
04
2008

Emotions tangled and bound channels of light

Pushing their way through our skin

Muffled speech in our sleep or

Songs of infinity, so radiant.

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Sep
04
2008
Anger and depression and sorrow are beautiful things in a story bu they’re like poison to the filmmaker or artist. They’re like a grip on creativity. If you’re in that grip, you can hardly get out of bed, much less experience the flow of creativity and ideas. You must have clarity to create. You have to catch ideas.
“Catching the Big Fish: Meditation, Consciousness, and Creativity” - David Lynch.

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Sep
04
2008
Various Americans are interviewed about art. Animated by Aardman.

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Sep
03
2008
Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heartache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty.
Henry Miller

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