I finally hooked up my loopstation to my laptop and it works perfectly. here’s a little tune I already uploaded once but now it comes straight from the loopstation instead of through a crappy laptop microphone. I did however import the wave file in garageband to make it into an mp3 and I fucked up a bit so there’s still some noise, but it should be better then before. (now I feel like writing a whole bunch of stupid interlude music for nonexistent white people indie films)
…let us learn bravely to stand our ground, and fight him. And to begin to deprive him of the greatest advantage he has over us, let us take a way quite contrary to the common course. Let us disarm him of his novelty and strangeness, let us converse and be familiar with him, and have nothing so frequent in our thoughts as death. Upon all occasions represent him to our imagination in his every shape; at the stumbling of a horse, at the falling of a tile, at the least prick with a pin, let us presently consider, and say to ourselves, ‘Well, and what if it had been death itself?’ and, thereupon, let us encourage and fortify ourselves. Let us evermore, amidst our jollity and feasting, set the remembrance of our frail condition before our eyes, never suffering ourselves to be so far transported with our delights, but that we have some intervals of reflecting upon, and considering how many several ways this jollity of ours tends to death, and with how many dangers it threatens it. The Egyptians were wont to do after this manner, who in the height of their feasting and mirth, caused a dried skeleton of a man to be brought into the room to serve for a memento to their guests… Where death waits for us is uncertain; let us look for him everywhere. The premeditation of death is the premeditation of liberty; he who has learned to die has unlearned to serve. There is nothing evil in life for him who rightly comprehends that the privation of life is no evil: to know, how to die delivers us from all subjection and constraint. —-
She lays like a lump I can feel the great empty mountain of her head. But she is alive. She yawns and scratches her nose and pulls up the cover. Soon I will kiss her goodnight and we will sleep. and far away is Scotland and under the ground the gophers run. I hear engines in the night and through the sky a white hand whirls: good night, dear, goodnight.