From H James Harkins Sent Mon, Jun 29th 1998, 17:02
Hey, I just wanted to let you know about the new track (.mp3), called "infection," I just put up on my website. A house beat at the beginning slowly mutates, by way of additive rhythms, into something totally unpredictable. I mean *totally*--Saturday I notated the more complicated sections for a live-performance version (sax quartet and electronics), and then blew a couple of hours trying to play some of the individual parts on keyboard. I couldn't do it! These rhythms are not kind, but they feel right... it takes about 3 minutes for the track to get to that point, but when it does, your feet will not know what to do--but they want to do *something*. It's a strange sensation, very disorienting, and I really like the irony of an uber-regular beat becoming *this* irregular, or a stereotypically "un"intelligent dance beat doing something very intelligent. I'm very curious to hear what some of you think: http://www.duke.edu/~jharkins/infection.mp3 9 5 9 4 5 4 3 7 7 3 5 5 9 7 7 9 5 4 4 5 4 3 2 3 3 5 4 ... 8 8 8 4 8 4 4 8 8 4 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 4 4 8 4 8 4 8 8 8 4 ( ^^^ actual series of meters toward the middle of the track! Each is only 1 measure's worth. Programming nightmare! But there will be more like this from me in the future, probably with less irony and more playfulness...) J PS Sorry for dredging up the old topic--I wanted to say this at the time, but didn't think it was worth a message with no other content. Anyway, if the straight boys out there think it's hard to find women who like this music, you should try looking for (openly) gay or bi men. Maybe it's a function of living in North Carolina, where there's very little of our music going on--maybe things are different in a proper city, but IDM fairies seem awfully scarce to me. And lesbians? There must be some, but I haven't seen any traces. ________ \ / | "I don't want more choices, H. James Harkins | I just want nicer things!" xxxxxxxx@xxxxx.xxxx.xxx | \/ | -- Edina Monsoon "The sky is big enough to let all the clouds pass." -- Kobai Scott Whitney