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this is a song that I made for the ladies to twerk to. I bet you can't twerk to this. Its got a raggae tone/ jamaican feel to it.

This song was put together in only two hours beat freeflow the whole deal

Album: the pleasure is all mine Artist's description: piano improvisation focusing on various non-dominant sevenths

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For improv friday I did an experiment using Paul's Extreme Stretch harmonics function and Audacity. I took a raw field recording (included here field recording http://notonlymusic.com/board/download/file.php?id=1187 ) and ran it through…

give it up for cryptic meadows on everything, written, and performed by cryptic meadows, jazzercised by Hot Wheels Spaulding, this IS THE REMIX!

No compressors, no nothing. Needs lots of cleanup. Should stay well below 4 minutes. Hope you like it though...

my final track

A hint of mystery.

this is literally an audio sample of me eating a crunchy hor'd'ourves. Synthed to divine irrecognizability..it has become a song. about chewing with your mouth open.

Not so short, but cheesy

This started as my fretless guitar bowed and picked with various effects. I then applied Paul's Extreme Stretch at 8x and also with Just Intonation harmonic constraints similar to Keys at Lowes - then the 4 tracks were loaded into Sonar 8.5…

stuck in this brief eternal moment a looped film almost noticeable against a quick, slicing glare on a window reenacting the preserved outline of a robot’s unnecessary duty proficient mechanized work whore

took a little phrase I lazily sang into the built-in mic & tweaked it out into a little piece (most of the filter effects are natural).

old, but nice!

Quite by accident I was listening to Chris Vaisvil's time stretched piece and had the improvFriday player going at the same time. It was like that chocolate and peanut butter thing, you know? So here is Chris' Out of My Body used as a backdrop…

This is the wish of every traveling musician who has a loved one at home.

god bless alonetone

BY REV.KENT JACOB

outside a car door slammed no engine followed or preceded how long has the machine sat idle? how long till its metal parts the air? a madman in the neighborhood or a neighbor in my madman mind? only streetlights know for sure the haunted…

my slow steady breath buried like death beneath the song's vibrations and inspirations away from all this place and my shoelace a sea parts in my path i see all none, only black cloaked wrath yet in this skyless night gleams down through…

All I ask of you is . . . everything. The song is part of the soundtrack from my book, "PRONOIA Is the Antidote for Paranoia: How the Whole World Is Conspiring to Shower You with Blessings," which can be found here: http://bit.ly/Pronoia Credits…

Instrumental

Instrumental

clocks tick blasphemy, duel intent only sun, only moon inherit a moment's trust- tether my spirit's fog to the present halt infinity, mute old tunes damn the cosmos if I must phantoms of light, too old to repent undead galactic projections…

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