Verse 1:
I drove through a cloud made of bubblegum soup
Saw a goose in a trench coat conducting a troop
The trees did a shuffle, the moon took a bow
And a squirrel read my taxes out loud somehow Continue reading
I’ve developed a method for creating song albums that is less about choosing the “best” version and more about exploring how a lyric behaves in different musical worlds.
Here’s how it works: Continue reading
Every few years the Roswell story floats back into public conversation. The original headlines, the sudden retraction, the weather balloon explanation, the secrecy, the speculation — it’s all still with us. And like most long-lived mysteries, it has layered itself into culture far beyond whatever actually happened in that New Mexico field in 1947.
Let’s begin with something simple and reasonable: it’s hard to believe we’re alone in the universe. Continue reading
Suno currently offers three membership levels, and the main differences come down to credits, commercial rights, and access to advanced tools. Continue reading
I was watching a video by Afraz on YouTube today. He’s on YouTube every day from New York City, and this one was about New York City’s newest candy store — an experiential walk-through. Continue reading
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.
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
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
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
