I started playing a game I call #Freesound4 where we open 4 browser tabs and go to Freesound.org and pick 4 search topics, open an audio recording app & record what ever sounds we play from the search result set.
I call this one: The Life Sentence. It’s about 15 minutes in length. Beware of Reincarnation, it’s a longer ride. Please fasten your seat belts.
Thank you for listening and sharing. http://www.3NM.ca
#CerebralExcursions
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I’m happy to say that I’ve enrolled in Hans Zimmer Masterclass. Let’s see what the future holds for the influences I’ll pick up from this great man.
You can listen to and download some of my previous musical expressions on my site:
http://www.3NM.ca Thank you to Potential Place Society for helping make this a reality.
Michael
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shotgun fire so i shroud my fear
in comforting the dog who’s cowering
my whispers like motherly words,
as of the warmth as of the womb
as of the silent blanket drawn
over us and under the moon
protecting our heart from the inside out
a world so far away, so very still, so very near
the all too unfamiliar feeling of ghosts now passed
coercing a future into ghastly ferocity
and as you’re freely falling one wonders
when and whether one should pull the rip cord or not
and as time trickles past, you’re reminded
of the very reason that we’re here…
so we would know that
we weren’t alone
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Written & performed by Neal Visher
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These are not your normal remixes. Do not drive while taking this medication. If you’re brave or if you just want to travel to the inner depths and outer reaches, then stick some headphones on, turn out the lights, and close your eyes.
Don’t forget to unfasten your seat belts.
Enjoy the ride,
Isolated Ground Receptacle
An allusion to distance while depth is elusive
While you’re living inside, they’ll be plenty obtrusive
Is it hard to give life, an abyss, any meaning?
Of the precipice here, on the edge where I’m leaning
Is it all torn apart, inner mind cataclysm?
Do we place it on faith or intellectual schism
As created by man, laid to waste by his hand? Continue reading
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