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PROGRAMMER MUSIC

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Notes Toward a Music of Sequences, Cheap Machines, Ghost Signals, and Unapproved Methods A programmer once meant somebody who arranged movies. Not necessarily the director, not necessarily the producer, and certainly not the person whose face appeared twenty feet high over the theater entrance. The programmer assembled the evening. A western, a crime picture, a newsreel, a cartoon, another feature. Cheap films, old films, strange films, whatever could be obtained and made to work tosgether for an audience sitting in the dark. A programmer now also means somebody who writes instructions for a machine. These meanings have become accidentally useful to me. Programmer Music sits somewhere between them. It is music made through selection, sequencing, interruption, repetition, corruption, recombination and transmission. It may contain guitar, code, radio, MIDI, found sound, generated sound, damaged sound, samples, homemade recordings, synthetic instruments or things whose origin...
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A GLOWING RECOMMENDATION FROM REDDIT!

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OUTER ORDER “What a bunch of noise.” ⭐ u/entro_play
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THIS OCTOBER ON WSTX CHANNEL 68

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THE BLIND DEAD ARE WATCHING Copy / Dada Transmission by Gideon Void OCTOBER HAS NO EYES. Neither do they. WSTX CHANNEL 68 opens the crypt every night this October for the complete procession of THE BLIND DEAD . Dead knights. Dead horses. Dead centuries. No pupils. No mercy. No commercial interruption capable of saving you. TOMBS OF THE BLIND DEAD The train stops. The woman gets off. The Middle Ages get back on. RETURN OF THE EVIL DEAD Church bells. Blood bells. Everybody bring a bell. THE GHOST GALLEON A ship sails through fog without permission from geography. There are monks on board. There should not be monks on board. NIGHT OF THE SEAGULLS The sea requests a sacrifice. The village checks its calendar. Yes. Thursday again. ALL MONTH LONG Midnight becomes 1273. The horses have no business moving that fast. The skeletons have no business moving at all. Your television develops a monastery. Your antenna points toward Portugal. Somewhere behind the horizontal hold, a Templar...
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THE SACRED TRIANGLE, 1986

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Lou Reed, Iggy Pop, David Bowie and the Fluorescent Afterlife of the Seventies By Kit Mercy Everybody likes the sacred triangle when everybody is beautiful. Lou Reed. Iggy Pop. David Bowie. Put them in the early seventies and the photograph develops itself. Leather. Powder. Berlin. New York. Hotel rooms. Bad decisions made glamorous by black-and-white film stock. Three men passing electricity between one another while popular music is still young enough to believe electricity might kill it. We know this version. We have sanctified it. There are books. There are documentaries. There are deluxe editions thick enough to stop bullets. There are men in expensive denim explaining Raw Power to you. Fine. I love that triangle too. But I would like to direct your attention to 1986 . Not because 1986 was cleaner. Not because it was better. Because it was stranger. By 1986 the sacred triangle has survived long enough to become inconvenient. The beautiful doomed young men have failed ...
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The Lou Toad Problem

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Ralph Von Francis Reviews the So-Called Philosophy of Lou Toad There is, regrettably, a Lou Toad philosophy. I had hoped there wasn’t. Philosophies generally require systems, principles, schools, terminology, followers, enemies, perhaps a bench beneath a tree where an elderly man may look disappointed in civilization. Lou Toad has instead assembled his philosophy from streaming subscriptions, obsolete aesthetics, artificial intelligence, cheap consumer electronics, forgotten films, malfunctioning genre categories and an apparently constitutional inability to use anything for its advertised purpose. The result is irritatingly coherent. Its first principle appears to be: A tool becomes interesting precisely when it stops doing what it was sold to do. Spotify recommends music. Toad uses it to excavate nonexistent genres. Artificial intelligence answers questions. Toad converts it into an editorial department, recording studio, cultural archive, imaginary repertory cinema, rese...
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MAVERICK CITY CINEMA PRESENTS:SECOND SIGHT-Prophets, Frauds & People Who Saw Too Much

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A Film Program by Dax Silver There is a particular kind of person who has always frightened civilization more than the murderer, the thief, or the revolutionary. The person who says: I know something you don't. Not because they read the report first. Not because they bribed the right clerk or crawled through the appropriate air duct. They know because they saw . Dreamed. Felt. Received. Divined. Heard a voice from the wallpaper. Looked into your hand and discovered Tuesday. Civilization hates this person. Civilization also pays this person extremely well. Thus we get the medium, the oracle, the carnival mentalist, the prophet, the debunker, the mesmerist, the fraudulent widow-whisperer and, inevitably, the professional skeptic who has made disbelief into an occupation and therefore has almost as much financially riding on the universe remaining orderly as the psychic has riding on it becoming strange. Welcome to SECOND SIGHT , six films about people who claim access to ...
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METAL BEFORE METAL: WHEN THE RIFF STILL HAD BLOOD ON IT

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Bloodrock, Grand Funk Railroad, Sir Lord Baltimore, and the beautiful historical accident before heavy music learned to behave By Kit Mercy There is a terrible thing that happens to music after it acquires a name. It begins dressing for work. Before the name, there is only the sound. Nobody has purchased the correct boots yet. Nobody knows which guitar shape is permissible. Nobody has drawn the family tree. Nobody has written THE DEFINITIVE GUIDE TO THE 100 HEAVIEST ALBUMS OF 1971 and started screaming because Uriah Heep came in three positions above somebody's sacred cow. The musicians are simply standing in a room discovering that electricity can hurt people. That is where I want to live. Not permanently. I require plumbing. But spiritually. And that is the territory Lou Toad has wandered into with these first two Metal Before Metal playlists, beginning with Bloodrock and then expanding outward through Grand Funk Railroad and Sir Lord Baltimore. He has stumbled into one of my f...
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