December 18th, 2005

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I don't think that too late is too late, do you? also known as "redemption through untimely grace"

I notice that the Christmas holiday is upon us, and I've only sent out "work" Xmas things and not "personal" Xmas things. I love the rush of sending out holiday cards at the last minute, so I run this simple poll to obtain addresses of people who might wish one. I'm rather an opponent of the "acquisitive" nature of such things, so please don't feel that you need to reciprocate if I send you something. Also, I "should" have many of your addresses here, there, or yon, but it would assist me if you'd inscribe it here, because this would give me a one-stop list from which to work. My own address is no secret--it's 1505 Landsford, Allen, Texas 75013 USA. So here's the poll box coming up. Inscribe your name and address, boldly, swiftly, and with a decisive typestroke. The management reserves the right to observe Orthodox Christmas, Christmas in July, Presidents's Day, or any other procrastination-friendly holiday in fulfiling the purposes of this poll. Void where deep space. Did I mention I got a freeware Moog emulator? I love non-sequiturs at the holiday.

Poll #636448 I notice that the Christmas holiday is upon us, and I've only sent out "work" Xmas things and not "personal" Xmas things. I love the rush of sending out holiday cards at the last minute, so I run this simple poll to obtain addresses of people who might wi

What is your address?

This is the stray extra box, which I always find distracting, because it usually says "tell me anthing", and because I can never figure out what people want me to write in the "tell me anything" boxes. Is it some odd ritual of forced confidences? Is it the place to prove that one is (or is not) Dorothy Parker? Is all life a 90 x 90 character epigram? Why did they make both Holiday Inn and White Christmas? Why is Pretty in Pink the same plot as Some Kind of Wonderful, with the ending changed? Why is the classic movie channel playing a Cagney gangster film, when I want to see a holiday movie? Why do I still have a solid handful of unmailed sea shells? Have you ever seen the rain? Let's resolve to communicate in 2006!

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up the charts

I've been pleased with the traffic that my music gets at DisFish Records,
which is devoted to the "copyleft" theories of more open-source distribution of songs.

I've ascended this week to become "number 2" in their top 10, as some 1,000 people in the past month checked out my page of two albums (and a third in progress) there. I notice that every time I get a song onto internet radio, and oftimes when I post a mix on the remixing site ccmixter.org, then traffic to both my DisFish Records site and to my album at the Internet Archive increase.

I notice, too, that my soundclick site continues to get traffic. What interests me about that site is the percentage of songs that listeners actually download after hearing. The song "Mind the Gap", my most experimental/oddmusic song, featuring 6 minutes of pulsing duelling electric football fields, has a download-to-listen percentage of over 75 percent. The ratio is not an exact science, some some don't listen but go straight to download. But it's interesting that when one "turns to face the strange", in the words of the old Bowie song, sometimes the strange faces right back at one.

I want to work next on getting onto internet radio one or two of the songs which verian and I have done, under our band name The Thomas Nunnally Ensemble. This material takes my "weird ambient" leanings, and puts them in more of a progressive rock/experimental rock context. I suppose a literal translation of that phrase from gurdonark speak to English is that verian is actually a "real" musician, and not a "use five different softwares and a gangsa from World Market to make something shimmeringly odd" non-musician like myself. It's good to be part of a rock enterprise. It's not quite like being a guitar-hero (though I did enjoy the afternoon spent morphing Verian's guitar into a Bill-Nelson-like-lightning-speed), but it does satisfy some of my secret rockstar cravings. We're about 3 songs short of a full album, whereupon I'll propose we netrelease our album more formally. I have a hankering to sing on one of the tracks, but have not as yet recorded the rhymed poem we'll use as the "baseline" for that song, assuming Verian's nausea level doesn't manifest upon hearing my dulcet tones.

I've also had fun with the work-in-progress I have going on with a visual artist in Florida, who recently took one of my "here's 2 minutes of MIDI and a poem about the song" e mails and turned it into a simply gorgeous bit of ambient pop. Collaboration is such fun, because the results differ so much from one's own aesthetic.

I'm becoming a big fan of this DisFish Records, which is a perfect place for me. I went to their Cafe Press site, and ordered a ballcap, featuring their odd fish-skeleton logo. I'm enjoying this free-form non-rigorous fun-exchange music thing altogether.As my skills catch up with my imagination, I'm looking forward, flattening bus avoided, to doing much more work in this area.