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STS-48
audio
old news.
10.09.99 2:54am.
Through an incredible networked dominoed display of events, a
brief review of _Something_ has ended up in the premier issue of
_Pretty Bruises_ -- a homegrown, hand-stamped, machine stapled
print zine out of Minnesota. What the kind editor had to say:
"This is a strange disc. There's some kind of space/
science theme here that I don't quite get but it's
interesting nontheless. Adapt to Here is my favorite
track with spooky noodling over what seems to be a
recording of a domestic dispute. Put out by the
conspirators at Apocalypse Culture Productions,
instrumental except for the bonus track (Greensleeves,
as Gary Oldman might have sung it in Sid & Nancy)."
And so it goes.
For some reason we were put amongst reviews of albums from the
likes of Low, Death Cab for Cutie, Jessica Bailiff, and Best
Boy Electric -- a place we simply do not deserve to be. How
flattered we are. The zine also includes interviews, book
reviews, and zine reviews. An altogether entertaining,
interesting thing, that actually contains Quality.
For a copy of this or the latest issue, one can send $2 to:
Pretty Bruises
P.O. Box 583113
Minneapolis, MN 55458
You can even write for more information, just say 'hi,' or send
random bumper stickers. All of which will not cost you $2.
clock.
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10.09.99 2:54am.
_Something_ is now available at the ultimate bucket of MP3s.
You can either go to mp3.com and search for STS-48.
Or you can go directly to STS-48 and download whatever you will.
At this exact minute, the first three tracks of the album are
available. Another 2 or 3 will probably show up tomorrow, and so
on, until the 10 are uploaded completely. Then you can download
them all at once, or even order a DAM CD from them of the whole
album if you wish.
Pro's ordering a CD from them as opposed to us: you get both CD
audio tracks AND the MP3s on the CD.
Con's ordering a CD from them as opposed to us: you don't get the
smurfadelic cover art or liner notes, you will pay more, you
don't get our trademark hand-crafted quality in the item.
Pro's about mp3.com in general: gives incredible power and
opportunity to an indepedent artist, you can listen to realaudio
samples/versions of all the songs. So you know if it is really
worth it to download that 6MB song on your 28.8 connection.
Feedback, deals to do movie soundtracks, relief from my debt,
and communications from dolphins all gladly accepted.
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06.02.99 2:40am.
Right. After several power outages, a phone line that died, a
phone line that is continually in use by not myself, some healing
vibes sent to Terrence McKenna -- _Something_ is happening. There
was a name change. In case you haven't noticed. And you can
discover for yourself why if you wander over to mp3.com and do a
search for Turing Test -- if you wish to subject yourself to this.
At this moment I would like to briefly protest their use of the
name after listening to their music. That is all. So, hi there
-- we're STS-48.
Have I even mentioned what this album is? _Something_. Purely a
collection, concoction of improvisational jam, noise, freakout
sessions. No preconstructed, pre-scripted, rehearsed rhythms and
songs and melodies and highways and thoughts and sounds. All
captured live, with simple recording procedures, in an attempt to
capture some kind of essence. Of something. It has an essence.
I do not know what that essence is.
So how do you get this? At this moment I am in the process of
uploading the entire album to mp3.com. Their approval process
takes 3-4 business days, so we are looking at the end of the week,
hopefully, when they will available for download. You will be
able to just go to their site and search for STS-48, or even just
go straight to http://www.mp3.com/sts48/ and there you will be.
At least that is what I'm told. I will let you know as soon as
it is all available here.
Or. If you don't wish to download 50MBs of MP3s, or wish to act
in a more musical-like manner, you can ask for a CD. Lookee
there, a CD. Hopefully free -- of course, you are free to
donate any amount of money, good will, toys, baked goods, books,
Persian rugs to STS-48 in exchange for a CD. Perhaps there will
even be a bonus track only available on the CD, so that alone is
reason to get it. All that must be done is to email me at
clock @ apoculpro.org, request what you wish, provide me with a
shipping address, hint at what you might send me, if anything,
and you will receive a CD.
In addition, for the low, pious, negotiable sum of $8, I will
send you not only the most recent album, _Something_ on CD, but
both the first and second audio splats, SoB #aaa and SoB #aab,
on an ADDITIONAL CD. How can you beat that? You can also find
me on channel 33 at 3am selling kitchen appliances. Once again,
I would like to reiterate the fact that I am making absolutely
no profit from this, being the noble soul I am.
So. Email me. Check back in a few days to see if everything is
available online. And. If everyone is very, very good, and eats
their oats, you may even get _Something Else_, a whole bastardized
collection of B-sides and outtakes from the improv sessions of
_Something_ -- more stuff for free. Then you will get to listen as
we truly make fools of ourselves.
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05.19.99 1:14pm.
Finished. 10+1 tracks. Approximately 48 minutes. God save the
queen.
This evening, after I drag my body from this greyscale cubicle
dungeon, I'll be fine tuning the track order, silence, creating a
master, cover art -- cover art? -- and then I'll be uploading the
whole damn thing to an unknown location. Well, I believe it is
known, but not revealed. And the options to acquire the noise of
Turing STS-48 will include downloading MP3s, some fairly large, or
to request a CD from the entity who is typing in these words.
Details shall be provided after the machine spits them out.
What more can you ask for? Quake III, Star Wars, and Turing Test
STS-48. Everything you'll ever need.
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05.07.99 3:04pm.
Aha. Well. Prologue to Turing Test STS-48. Slip down to the
letters to the editor and read the prologue. Meanwhile...the
country I am ashamed to be a citizen of is mercilessly waging
their detached war against citizens and Chinese Embassies in
Yugoslavia. The reported movement by Chinese hackers to attack
U.S. sites, I am in full support of. If I end up in a U.S.
dissident prison, I am sure Alex Jones will come to my rescue.
Four tracks are finished. Aren't we satiated?
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02.02.99 6:57pm.
Yes, so I'm a deceiving lime-scented bastard. The winter holiday
deadline came and went, as some may have noticed, and with not even
as much as an update, let alone a brimming glowball of audio to pop
into your eye.
Hell, there wasn't even an issue of SoB.
Christmas holidays, whipping up the gentlefolk with fresh wool
socks and grandmother smells, locked in a room with a table, 97
lbs. of food, and 13 strangers. You easily become lost.
But, no excuses. I had a wee bit of technical difficulties, with
my sound card deciding to chuckle in scracklecrackle rhythm,
instead of melodious chirping birds or well-bred quartets.
Another sound card did the same. And so I was left with the
brooding task of attaining a new development platform, an excuse
to throw my bat at more technology to replace the less technology.
And I did. And my sound card no longer chuckles. Just sings in
couplets, and teaches rose-colored children how to roller skate.
All is well.
So, now I continue with such work. No deadlines. No expectations.
Drugs, perhaps. I do guarantee the fresh dope rhymes of such work
to be plastered to whatever medium may be about, and delivered to
your homes. Need encouraging words. Never fear.
clock.
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12.16.98 11:47am.
Sunday night was spent with tryptamines and co-conspirators, in a
surreal whirring of improv sub-beatnik instrument beats. A crew of
five of us sitting in a mess of noise and instruments, making more
noise and instruments. I have yet to re-listen to it all, but will
in the next few days -- much silliness, much clumsy rhythm, but I
believe there to be some swelling moving moments. Nonetheless, it
was fun, and I hope to do it again soon.
Meanwhile, it's been data movement week, from minidisc to hard
drive -- a total of four hours or so left to transcribe, listening
to every moment of it. Which I have no problem with. The
visualization of the event has morphed, my original picturing of
what I would lay down as tracks has changed and is changing. Which
I have no problem with.
Oh, yes. Name change. More appropriate, I believe. Planted in my
mind from another well-respected fellow's mouth. Toyed with using
the word 'machine,' but shied away as thirteen other phrases popped
into view. Unimportant.
More instruments. Need more instruments.
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12.04.98 2:05am.
Currently swimming through the next issue/album -- collecting
samples, filling up hard drive space, spending hours listening to
recordings, only saving about 6 minutes per hour. Plan on spending
the next few days with a mic strapped on my shoulder, wandering
around the city and crawling down drainage pipes.
Equipment-wise, I've moved on to using a portable minidisc recorder
w/ a stereo microphone for sampling, and have been fairly damn
satisfied with the results. And all the editing/production is
still being done with this voodoo magick box that sits on the
table. What to expect? Fluid experience, hopefully inducing some
kind of pseudo-ecstatic realm that will make your body vibrate and
float, and your nose dance for itself.
The plan is for this all to come together by Christmas, so
everyone can get a nice bandwidth eating little present in their
uberstocking. Part B of the plan is to not only have the
production available for download, but to also press a flock of
CDs and throw them off balconies. So break out the egg nog...
clock.
BTW, if anyone has several dozen MBs of space they would like to
donate to store the aging hall of audio records, I will buy you
a puppy. Also, if anyone is aware of any such program one can
perform animation -- cartoon/drawn/anime, non-rendered --
sequences on, it would be much appreciated.
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