On Another Computer

Well, my old computer finally gave out, and I’m in the process of bringing a new one online — a laptop, which captures the radio signals from the mysterious little box that pulls them out of the air.

I’m not entirely sure how this is all going to shake out, but I do know one thing: we always figure it out. That’s part of the practice.

In the meantime, I’ve got this laptop up and running, and it seems to be doing a respectable job navigating the internet seas.

I haven’t quite gotten a handle on Suno yet from this machine, but that too will settle into place. Every system has its temperament. You learn its personality, and then it becomes an ally.

You may notice that the text is larger than usual. I can shrink it down, but then everything shrinks globally, so for now I’m working in glorious oversized type. Think of it as Large Print Edition: Transitional Phase.

With a bit of luck — and a little technical diplomacy — I’ll be able to run some demos at the workshop today.

We adapt. We recalibrate. We continue.

choirs of angels

I’ve been thinking about what’s quietly been happening over the past few months, and the use and significance of the product turns out to be more than I first realized.

I’ve created a dozen albums built around a single “Angelic Collective” Prayer. Same prayer, different treatments. Continue reading

Men in Black at Work and Play

We all go to the same tailor, same show shop and same hat shop. Coincidence.

This morning we wandered into one of those big questions that seems to be haunting everyone right now: AI, jobs, collapse, civilization meltdown. The headlines scream. The talking heads argue. Everyone seems convinced that something enormous and irreversible is underway.

And maybe it is. Continue reading

this is today again

How to Listen to One Song, Twenty  Different Ways:

A Listener’s Dissertation on Last Train to Nowhere

When the same song appears in twenty different performances, styles, or voices, something unusual begins to happen inside the listener. At first it feels like repetition, but very quickly it becomes revelation. The listener realizes they are no longer simply hearing music; they are witnessing transformation. Each version is the same composition wearing a different body, and the act of listening becomes an exploration of what is essential and what is decorative. Continue reading

Angelic Choir

Think of one of my albums not as merely a collection of songs, but as a progressive field exposure. Same signal, same intent, same informational seed — but rotated through different carriers so it can touch everything you are, not just the part that understands words. No matter what it LOOKS like, it’s a process, not a product. Continue reading

My Life as a MIB

My MIB photo identification in 1963.

Gosh (mail-merge your name here), I sure hope you listen to this briefing before you plow ahead with the mission, because I can’t guarantee victory otherwise.

This is not some sensationalist, pseudo-journalistic affair like the kind you’d see from certain major publishers—publishers we could name, if we wanted our legs broken. What’s really going on here is something else entirely. Continue reading

Digital Superstar? AI Guaranteed!

Janice was my first invented digital superstar, 100% AI guaranteed!

The idea of a digital superstar doesn’t begin with technology. It begins with honesty. The honest observation is this: every superstar who has ever existed was an invention of the publicity department. Not a corruption of something pure, not an unfortunate aftereffect of success, but the actual mechanism by which superstardom comes into being. Continue reading