No worries.
The third Sonic Weekend is approaching, and I'm looking forward to multiple theremins with electromungo and PhilMT of these forums, as well as Marc of Large number. And there'll be a gig afterwards. It is currently Venue TBA, but apparently that is in hand.
So I'll be doing a solo set, amongst other things. I have had it in mind to do a totally improvised set, but as I'll be improvising with electromungo and as part of a theremin quartet I've decided to do some of my repertoire. Still a fair amount of improvisation, but within predefined parameters. A key part of which is having the knobs and switches on my theremin, effects and amp in just the right places. So I'm spending a while working out just what they should be, figuring out what I'm going to play and in what order and such.
I'm down for a fifteen minute set, which is about three pieces, so I'm preparing five so that I have options on the night.
Hadal Zone to open - it's a nice slow piece with easy to find notes for warming up. Then Articulator and then Void Ship. That should be the fifteen minutes.
But in case it isn't, or the fifteen minutes stretches on the night (everything is very loosely arranged) then
Unlit Airraids - the marching boots on the original was treated voice, but since then I've figured out how to do it with the theremin. (Set up a delay at half the right tempo, then punch rhythmically into the prelock zone - the bit of the pitch field where you get Geiger counter clicks until you have a whole battalion of boots - turn off the delay so it ignores any new sounds but keeps repeating, and crank the feedback up to 100% so it loops forever. Then play over it.
And a new piece I'm working on, working title Flying Dream, because I had a flying dream recently. I enjoy flying dreams, they're lucid, and my memories of flying dreams from my youth are so clear that I cannot distinguish them from memories of real events, except of course that I can't actually fly. Which is odd - it feels like the easiest thing to do. I can remember running along Ivy House Road, where I lived, leaning further and further forward, taking longer and longer strides, my toes touching the ground more and more lightly until they were superfluous and I moved in slow motion into the blue sky. And then another time just standing in a crowd and moving directly upwards, unnoticed, and away. Or not having any shoes, so moving lightly over the ground and banking effortlessly round bends.
But before I sleep, and after I wake, I feel the pressure on the soles of my feet and up my legs, the inescapable attraction of mass. To fly you must be light; ethereal; a creature of light; an angel. There is the structure, from plodding reality to floaty lightness and back again, achieved with a two second delay and plod plod plod on the bass, slowly increasing in complexity until I fade in the two second reverb and smudge everything into a glowing luminous mesh then long long overlapping notes into the stratosphere, then, hidden by the blur, increasingly simple plodding, revealed finally by fading out the reverb.
Angels, eh? Oh, not those pretty, demure ladies clad in white with dove wings, harps and halos on fluffy white clouds. That's a child's fantasy. Angels are awesome and terrible and beautiful, burning with the [i]light[/i] of GOD, fearsome to look upon, men cower in their sight. Lucifer, the light giver; Lahatiel, the flaming one; Noriel, the fire of God; Gradiel, the might of God; Rogziel, God's Wrath; Gabriel, the strength of God; Islington, who would storm the kingdom of Heaven.
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Recall the array of Angels and Devils in Franz Kafka's Amerika, all blowing their horns in a glorious, dissonant, pulsating, eternal chord, a dynamic equilibrium of glory. That'