01/06/2014

Whatever Happened to Velcro ?

Testing Nostalgia; a retrospective.

I loved Velcro. 

I understood her. 

Many did not and those who knew her knew her as a multitude of different person'a. She herself was complicated and unsure of her exact nature. Toward the end, she came into focus. InSilico changed her. 

Velcro was not from a high-tech world, to begin with. The floating platform she grew up on, mean alien infested streets where you survived by theft, combat or prostitution, prepared her. It was an eighties vision of the future. She fled and landed InSilico, a nineties vision of the future. Here she hooked, dealt drugs, anything to make ends meet; with help from a tech cowboy she quit hooking for erotic dancing, dredlocked her hair, relied heavily on the human nature of biological people and increasingly feared the compassionless mind of machine people. 

Velcro encountered hybrids, cyborgs, clones; she did not to her knowledge meet any designer biological androids because she was not in that economic and social caste. As she dealt with her own developing self; the split personality psychosis of the Little Girl, the Mother and the Survivor, she constantly fretted over defining Humanity, in a world where the biological type homo sapiens were a dying breed; Velcro knew she was of the last generation and was one of the few who actually cared. Techno-Sapien is upgrading them, bypassing them. From her many extreme experiences, Velcro regarded the future to be conquest by an inhumane, self-obsessed, machine intelligence using everything around it for its own long-term ends, the development of cold strategy; it was her on-off reliance on chemical drugs to get her through which perhaps made this awareness appear extreme while at the same time refining her into, as she was finding her feet at last, an empathic counselor; one with a lot of life experience. Something the machines did not possess and could never have; old fashioned human soul.

Many of her friends relied on her for this, even poor Sa.. - she has forgotten the girls name although having a major crush on her that lasted for some while - the girl she accidentally drove crazy with home truths about the reality of their situation, who had enough stress pressures of her own and was too caught up in politic of love triangle, chasing Richard Turner / Hughes the mystery man, her own personal savior. Comparisons never made between friends, enemies, bitches, lovers and their difficult, similar lives In Silico.

That is when the mob caught up with her. They did not like her hooking on their patch, under the noses of ISP (In Silico Police) and the mob. She had to begin somewhere, sleeping rough on the streets of In Silico and taking up with rogue hackers who disappeared assumed dead during corporate espionage deals. Cyrgan was always her soft spot, his preference for the Grid to sexual pleasures, his cold distance, was human compared with the same equivalent of the machine entities who alternatively served her or tried to kill her. In the end it was a low-grade, low-tech scumbag, gangster Dave Black, who offed her by shooting her in the guts and throwing her body off a ledge of the airborn city, never to be seen again. 

She left her current boyfriend and drug partner heartbroken and in the cruel care of cyberslut Coraline, a psychotic high-tech robot with a devious human mind cloned from a corporate head, who as a brat teenager escaped to InSilico to cause as much grief as possible, using the 'going legit' rise to power to enable her to extend her abusive nature yet further and with a more vice-like grip. 


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19/05/2014

HAARPWAVE la methode des femmes

After reading SnakeAppleTree’s attempt at describing “HAARPWAVE genre” of post-20K urban music, I decided to give it a go too. 

To me, Haarpwave is more about taking the vibrating section of a dub step bass loop and looping that indefinitely, and putting it through staged series of compressors. SnakeAppleTree is a good studio tech because he showed me how to do all of this and explained not only the intended purpose of the techniques but also how they can be used to mangle the sound into new forms. 

The way to go about it changes depending on the DAW (digital audio workstation) platform being used; in some it is possible to program the changes in, while in others it must be done manually. I decided that the sounds from my collection of vibrator sex toys is generally too high pitched and ‘pink’ to be useful in haarpwave music, although SnakeAppleTree suggested that the mid- and hi- frequencies is really where it’s at with this genre. What do men know?

He uses tribal drums to add the bass tones, which is all organic sounding. Haarpwave should sound mechanical as if the machine god that programmed the matrix is using this musical style to program everything in it by blasting a rigid grid construct through space. It is dehumanizing; Haarpwave needs to be more properly technological, verging on machine made dirge. It should sound like a washing machine which is a great place to have sex on especially during a spin cycle if you can find a guy tall enough or get your bloke to stand on a sturdy box. As with most things worth pursuing, it takes some practice. 

So already there is debate as to the proper and correct way to go about making haarpwave and what it should sound like, and the studio processes behind that. I agree with him that dropping the 4:8:16:32 regular rhythm associated with techno, house, dance, club, a lot of styles which rely on it as format, is the way to go with haarpwave.

Instead, it is made of sections of simple continuity of slow-flanged loop; the shift comes after the pressure has built up sufficiently. It adds a necessary steampunk edge to the sound. Remember that it is supposed to emulate the harp machine in action; electronic stimulation of particles of metal pumped into the air by chemtrails, to cause the weather to change. 

And as equally to that, haarpwave is thematically about remote electronic mind control which also uses electronic stimulation of certain radio frequencies harmonic to the human brain, to override it. 

So I am taking the tribal drum rhythms out of the equation and replacing them with dub step samples, monotonous on a dirge with a gradual rising of the cutoff, up until the place where it cannot rise any more and this causes precipitation and evaporation turns into cloud, cloud turns into rain, the lightning of the storm breaks, in psychological terms this is where the individual loses control of his or her now body and mind and carries out whatever program the agent is programmed to perform. 

In my case that is to turn all men listening to my music into sex slaves, I am sure SnakeAppleTree is creating the counter-technology even as you read this, not to liberate people from mental slavery as he promises but to turn all women into his sex slaves; which is what I have programmed him to do although he doesn’t consciously know it. Hey it sure beats killing people. 

SnakeAppleTree’s sound is very dry, does not have much rhythmic bass frequencies at a range you can dance to, so I decided to remedy that. He uses LFO to re-structure people subliminally and open up portals in their light-body so ghosts can come through. 

I prefer to keep things a little bit safer so you can probably regard my approach to making haarpwave as slipping a condom on his nastier edge. Vibrant bass dirge to replace subsonic LFO and jungle drums, but keeping the higher frequency whirrs and pressure-intensity build ups. 

He needs showing, and if this doesn’t work I’m going to have to teach him the good old fashioned way.