stopGOstop: field recordings, sound collage, and sound art

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Three wandering monologues about snow, the day of the week, and more and more and more. Featuring computer voices, artificially enhanced writing, a binaural recording of a drum line, and computer-controlled instruments.

169: In the spirit of youth, I say yes to change

Threnody for RJW

Three wandering monologues about snow, the day of the week, and more and more and more. Featuring computer voices, artificially enhanced writing, a binaural rec

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Concrete blocks, a bit of feedback, a slow melody, erosion, moving, turning to a beat to move forward, sitting and thinking about the future.



A recycling of some of the sonic elements from 103 of the podcast, Unknown Movement Underground, originally uploaded in July of 2018. Sine waves rearranged for sample instruments, field recordings are replaced by a drum machine.

177: Unknown Movement

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Looking at the bark of a tree– nothing seems to be moving, the tree is moving slower than I can see, I listen for its sound, I hear episode 176, a new composition for a small ensemble and binaural field recording of traffic.

176: Slower than sight

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The water flows north this morning. The sun, it seems to be moving slower over the lake, gaining altitude, finding its way through the clouds. The birds, mostly geese, sparrows, and pigeons today&#8230; I wonder if they see what I see. Do they marvel at the sun, the clouds, and the reflective light on the lake? Their brains are made of the same gray stuff as mine; why wouldn’t their mind be able to remember what they ate yesterday, remember the nice bird feeder, the couple that stared at them through the window? Maybe they get bored with the games we use to try and measure their intellect and see no use in them. They go and dream of bird art and bird poetry instead of taking the bird S.A.T. 



Either way, the morning is beautiful.



We judge our past, to or at a distance, at what our ancestors too often turned a blind eye to, so too, future concepts in weather will not recover what we already have done; truth be told, if we were serious about climate change we would ban jet aircraft, by that I mean, truth is always easier looking towards the past or future, but not towards the now.



Either way, the morning is beautiful.



stopGOstop is proud to present episode 175, Song of Water, Sparrows, and Light, a new piece for manipulated sine waves and sample library orchestra.

175: Song of Water, Sparrows, and Light

174: a fall morning