There was an article with "Immer Einfach" a few days ago and it's a lengthy poem so the trick is to get it accessible while I'm playing. The iPad is otherwise useless but it can be good for this.
It's a wee bit harder to make it work. There are multiple segments in the poem so there must be multiple musical segments to accommodate them. There's a solo piano bit that goes around for some while but it's a flow rather than a loop. There's also a looper bit. So far the bits don't exactly line up together.
There are huge waves of strangeness washing about and there must have been an earthquake somewhere but I didn't feel it. Sometimes I'll find the confirmation later when frogs turn up all over the place.
What the music has to do with the strangeness is unknown. So far no frogs have been spotted around the keyboard.
Every so often waves of psychic mindfuck come out of nowhere and you have to wrap your arms around the board to hang onto it. If you fall then you will end up in the endless black pit of the tunnel worm monsters. If you can get up and surf, then you're ready to play.
You wonder where is the beautiful when life isn't worth a ten ounce can of bullshit ... but ... if you're still ready to play then maybe you have something to say.
We'll see what evolves. It's about War Child.
It's a wee bit harder to make it work. There are multiple segments in the poem so there must be multiple musical segments to accommodate them. There's a solo piano bit that goes around for some while but it's a flow rather than a loop. There's also a looper bit. So far the bits don't exactly line up together.
There are huge waves of strangeness washing about and there must have been an earthquake somewhere but I didn't feel it. Sometimes I'll find the confirmation later when frogs turn up all over the place.
What the music has to do with the strangeness is unknown. So far no frogs have been spotted around the keyboard.
Every so often waves of psychic mindfuck come out of nowhere and you have to wrap your arms around the board to hang onto it. If you fall then you will end up in the endless black pit of the tunnel worm monsters. If you can get up and surf, then you're ready to play.
You wonder where is the beautiful when life isn't worth a ten ounce can of bullshit ... but ... if you're still ready to play then maybe you have something to say.
We'll see what evolves. It's about War Child.
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