Thursday, July 28, 2011

chiridijiri Ø nari: Proud Father Radio Recordings


Every week, my friend (Walter) and I have been doing improvised ambient/live looping/experimental sets. We've now gotten to the point where we are comfortable making the event public and releasing the recordings.

Chiridijiri o nari translates roughly into
Seperated by sound
We are close friends but we have lived far apart for two years
This radio show serves as a way for us to finally collaborate musically
Something we had both put off doing in person until it was too late
And we had moved to different cities

The performances are all lived, completely improvised,
and featured various instrumentation
From drums and spanish guitars
to computers, synthesizers, and circuit bent devices

Sets will eventually involve
composition themes
chance games
dances
mor

There will be announcements on the ProudFather facebook
as to when these events will occur
Usually Monday or Wednesday nights
Starting at 9pm CT-USA



Our USTREAM site can be found here








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Wednesday, July 27, 2011

hibiki no chika

Sometimes the easiest way to find new music
Is to have the person who created it show you
I enjoy the free flow of information,
especially when it's sharing what you have created with others

Part 1 in an ongoing series




New Dark Age
Instrumental HipHop, Beats, Illbient, Break
UK 2011
Orca Life
Dark Ambient, Drone
Virginia, 2011
KT Allo
Dark Ambient, Harsh Noise, Experimental
Sydney, 2011
Ville Wannabe
Chip, Guitar-Electro
Fucking Finland , 2011
Mechabloby
Trip Hop, FLSTUDIO-core, has potential
UK, 2011
Whipfather
Dark, Noisy, Abstract HipHop. Anticon sound
Seattle, 2011
Zalhietzli
Noise, Ambient Soundscapes
France 2011
This Modern Jumper
Ambient Experimental Electronic
UK 2011
Vosysis
Ambient, Downtempo, Idm
Location Unknown, 2011

Friday, July 22, 2011

Theodor Severin Kittelsen








A glade in the wood
Where the sun shines
Between the trees we are imprisoned
In this God's gladeIt burns it scorches
When the light licks our flesh
Goes toward the sky a smoke
A cloud of our form
Prisoners of the burials
Tormented by God's goodness
No flame no hate
They were right we have come to Hell














Thanks to Kittelsen Effensor dot net