I am almost done with the piece, but for some morphing effects I want to use by way of experiment. This will be the second track on the series, following my posting one of my own (with which I have already burdened my reader's list, whose Job-like patience I appreciate).
As I was molding the ambient instrumental around the spoken word track,
I got an e mail from Hepepe. Hepepe is a Hungarian musician who makes an eclectic mix of music, which touches on jazz, electronica, rock, and funk, without being any of those things. He has remixed me before, taking a simple organ piece of mine called "Trinity Trail" and turning it into a whirring helicopter melody.
Hepepe let me know that he is working on a spoken word album. He asked if I could send him the a capella to "Worthless Words Workshop" and also if I could send him an original spoken word track. I began submitting poetry in a modest way a few years ago, when I began to weblog actively. One poem, "Fried Pies" got published in an ezine called
I opened my recording software, and read "Fried Pies" into a track, and e mailed off an mp3 off to Hepepe.
This afternoon, Hepepe let me know that he had posted "Closed on Sunday", a musical setting of me reading my poem, at here on the DiSfish.com website. He opted for an experimental minimalist backing, which I like very much, as it is superior to my own mental backing for the poem, which had run more along the southern traditional gospel chorus line.
I no longer hate my voice as much as I did at 25, which shows either increasing maturity or decreasing common sense.
I like the instant viral exchange and interplay of the internet, and of remix culture generally. I wish I were half as cool as Hepepe. I'm eager to hear and download the rest of his spoken word settings, which are at DisFish.com.