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Insomnia. It must be either something that I ate or an interior psychological taint that awakened me at four and leaves me sleepless. So, instead of moping or stringing up more Mennonites, I'm sitting in my bed in Seminole and writing. Thus, my morning routine begins early.

On the topic of routines, the deadline for the new *Disquiet Junto* is today and it is all about routine. Specifically, the resultant composition should follow a daily routine, or, rather, be an interpretation of a daily routine. That was my first impression. Scrolling downwards, however, in their *instructions*, they give more detail. I am told to break the *chore* into phases and record a bit of audio as each part of the chore is re-enacted. Then, I am told to combine the sounds, supposedly in sequence, to create the composition.

First, I shall grab the KO Pocket Operator and sample myself typing into Pennanti. KO has been fetched. Now to record. aeoueo.oeuo.poaeuopoeaeueuoeuou.afuduieeuouoeueuoeu and now with the other hand, honeybuničko: ththcstrlhchnthssssththrcgddd hhr rtnh -nthnhr nhrsnth Fantastico! I have two samples of *the typing into Pennanti* now and shall place them arbitrarily into the composition.

My overall strategy is somewhat different than the actual instructions. My morning routines are intertwined in my mind and therefore should be intertwined within the music.

In addition to the samples I just recorded, I want to create a patch on Herr Argon that simulates typing and one that, with a slightly rising decay on the amplitude envelope, will transform into melodic material. I create a sequence based on the quartal harmony I've been hallucinating over for epochs. It floats in a pool of simplicity. The pool is rarely troubled by ripples. The sequence is triggered by gates from a midi stream I demurely ask Python to create, semi-random. It could morph into a more stable rhythm. I'm not sure yet.

As for exercise, I'm not going to sample anything, as all music created from samples is false music, made by posers who can only approach the ecstasy of oscillation through empty pseudo-spiritual dream-like rituals involving underhanded hogbuffery. Exercise is naturally a repetitive chore, so a sort of beat should emerge, though perhaps not one of precision. The chug of the ukulele may handle this metaphor. Can a ukulele chug? You bet your finest Pelt of Polish Prostitute that it can, leper-boy. A ukulele in sync with a increasingly swelling and somewhat dirty synth *chugs* even better.

Transferring the abstraction of doing multiplication of double digit numbers (and various other operations) in my head to the sonic palette is more problematic. A benign melody, slow and sparse, quickens, becomes more dense and dissonant and painstakingly resolves, or perhaps even suddenly resolves. Mathematics, after all, is bliss.

Routines Intertwined

Topics: music, routine, sleep

2022-09-12