Oso
C64-demo by Acid T*rroreast, Mathman and me. Released at Datastorm 2012. This was recorded with a crap device so if you can, download and watch it on a C64 with CRT-screen and new SID-chip. Also check out other text art I’ve been involved with here.
CIA remix
A freudian frenchie remixed my song CIA Timing. Nice work!
Lazy Hyper Sunday Malmö
If you’re in Malmö tomorrow, swing by BYOB. Raquel Meyers will beam some text characters, I’ll make sounds and there’ll be support from Jacob Sikker Remin and Linde and the rest.
Faxorz Tree Tracking
From the fax-performance with Raquel Meyers and Jacob Sikker Remin. Raa lovely!
Handouts
Fuck My Account
A little noisy jam, with Raquel Meyers on the visualz. Especially happy with how I managed to make the C64 sound like someone who can’t play the flute.
Fax! Fax! Copenhagen!
Let’s fax shit up! On December 9th at Demoteket in Copenhagen I’ll make sounds for Jacob Sikker Remin’s fax installation with fax visuals by Raquel Meyers (who also designed the flyer). Did I meantion fax?
Fax! Really happy to finally do something with the fax. Been talking about making a fax-based magazine for years. If anyone out there has a fax, let me know because I want to fax more. Fax! FAAX.
Budapest 111117
Tomorrow I’m performing with Raquel Meyers in Budapest, for the premiere of the new documentary about the Hungarian demoscene. Check out the trailer here. See you there!
An Inventory of Broken Things
I don’t really work with broken things so much anymore. Still, there are times when everything seems broken. Whatever you try to do, there is a problem. Let’s see:
Both my speakers are cracked (now using in-flight “headphones”). The laptop screen is falling off. The cartridge port of the C64 is glitching. There’s the broken SID condom and the left side of the Amiga keyboard doesn’t work.
Obviously this isn’t very helpful. It’s the kind of basic functionalities that perhaps even most glitch/noise artists rely on. But I’ve realised that I always liked this chaos. It’s a kind of techno angst. You’re never safe!
Of course, the SID condom meant that I could bring the C64 into the most absurd electrical jungles. No AC/DC outbursts could touch me! Now I’m back in paranoia land.
This is either stupid lamer-lazy “punk posing” or healthy and genuine non-control. I just know that it’s a productive environment for me. Nothing works, everything is great. Over and out.