Text; un: Elliot Craig

[fiddlestick]

Name: Elliot Craig
Date: 12/13
Format: Text (with an Audio recording)

Hello everyone!

As many people have noticed, there isn't anything in the way of rock music in this world. So my friend Crow and I have been working on synthesizing the sound of rock music instruments using audio illusions using classical instruments and memory. And I'm happy to say, I think we've pulled off!

So I'm here to present the first rock style song in Aefenglom: Unfathomed Force!

Unfortunately, the process of creating a new song with audio illusions takes a long time, not everyone can learn how to do it, and honestly the quality will never be as good as having it played from a real band.

So I was wondering if there was any people out there interested in reverse engineering instruments that make rock music sound. I can help with giving isolated instrument sounds and tell you everything I know about specs, but I'll admit I'm not exactly an instrument maker. So I can't say it'll be easy. But...seeing how many worlds rock music has reached, I think it'd be a really worthwhile project.

Thanks everyone!

Comments

[trouvaille]

Fathers are invariably complicated. That seems to be the common thread among them, whatever else is going on.

I'm a poet. I sometimes write essays and art reviews, but I'm a poet.

[fiddlestick]

Haha, no argument there.

Oh wow, that's cool! I don't know many poets, so I'd love to see your work sometime if that's alright.

[trouvaille]

I was kind of raised by a village. I don't think I'd trade it, though.

I'm not shy about it—I'm fairly prolific, although I haven't published anything here—but it isn't to everyone's tastes. Mostly it's about intimacy. My ex called it some of the least sexy poetry he'd ever read about fucking.

[fiddlestick]

Really? That sounds pretty nice actually.

Haha, oh...it's THAT kind of poetry. Well, I still wouldn't mind taking a look sometime. Just maybe not all of it.

cw: domestic abuse

[trouvaille]

I think you might be thinking of something other than what I mean, but that's not unusual. You still probably wouldn't want to read all of it.

I was working on this,

I think that I must be beautiful now - like this - a portrait of the artist in repose. Such use of colour - they would say - bloomed upon my cheekbone, your signet's seal in impression. I am waxen and pressed to paper, a secret folded in itself, and am I not lovely, so kept? Is there not promise in the unfolding?

Unlovely in mundane fact, I must be ever as I am now - a cut glance - a murmur - the touch of fingertips. Dans le masque I am what pleases you;

how ruinous, to have a heart after all.