Please Keep Your Arms and Legs Inside the Ride at All Times

Saw this great animated sequence and actually felt that I was on the roller coaster. Turn up the volume, sit back and enjoy the ride!

Visualization of the 1st violin of the 2nd symphony, 4th movement by Ferdinand Ries in the shape of a rollercoaster. The camera starts by showing a close-up of the score, then focuses on the notes of the first violin turning the staves into the winding rail tracks of the rollercoaster. The notes and bars were exactly synchronised with the progression in the animation so that the typical movements of a rollercoaster ride match the dramatic composition of the music.

Client: Zurich Chamber Orchestra / Zürcher Kammerorchester
Agency: Euro RSCG, Zurich
Creative Direction: Axel Eckstein, Frank Bodin

Created by virtual republic animation and visual effects
Animation Direction: President M. Klein
Producing: Gerhard Vetter
Technical Direction: Martin Chatterjee
Modeling: Martin Sobott, Patrick Busse
Animation: Marco Kowalik, Christian Marschalt, Patrick Busse
Compositing: Steffen Dünner
Data Handling: Morris Willner



Love is in the Air Soundtrack

We’ve brought back our writers (one male, one female) to address the subject of romance. Now, we’re not talking a “Wham-Bam-Thank You-Ma’am” playlist. We’re talking “as close as you can get-staring deeply into your eyes-two people alone in a crowded room-sharing a heartbeat” music. The last music installment listed 6 songs apiece but after ruminating for longer than they should, the authors pulled out 3 classics. What does that mean? Does the general popularity enjoy listening to songs of heartbreak more than love? Or do you simply remember better the music from a sad time in your life?

A Man’s Perspective A Woman’s Perspective
Let’s Get Lost-
Chet Baker

A joyous romp, celebrating “the night we found each other”, this west coast jazz standard captures the spontaneity of a first kiss or a midnight skinny-dip. Hard to sit still when the trumpet, piano, stand-up bass and drums kick in, telling the world, “were in that crazy mood”. An obvious affront to the Eisenhower era when the world was recorded in black and white, this just swings with a colorful intensity. Chet Baker delivers the lyric in deadpan irony, like a beat poet raging against the tyrannical oppression of his recent parking ticket. “You don’t have to take it serious, man, just dig it!!!” Whether you are sitting or standing, you will be dancing.

So in Love
kd lang

kd lang. Man, there is just something about her voice that can make the straightest of women question their own sexuality. If you are looking to set the stage for honest to goodness romance then simply turn down the light, put on a bit of candlelight to enhance the mood, turn on this song and ask her to dance. And not one of those high school slow dances, either. Hold your hand firmly at the base of her back and turn her hand into yours so that you can easily lift her hand to your mouth and brush your lips to her fingertips. When kd sings“taunt me, hurt me, deceive me, desert me…” look her deep into her eyes and tell her, “so in love with you, am I.”

Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered
Ella Fitzgerald

Hard to imagine a 71 year old song might be used to conjure romance but this gem stands as a playful reminder that you nor I invented carnal knowledge and when handled by the velvet voice of the First Lady of Song, it is an effusive testimony of the hip-shaking power of subtlety. Backed only by a piano and brushes on a snare, Ella absolutely steams. She dissects every syllable as if it were a soulful kiss. She hits every consonant with such wanton efficiency that it can render adults to blush and children to giggle as she professes without shame or pretense that’ “horizontally speaking, he’s at his very best”. In the end we realize that Ella no longer has the man, but in the wake of her temporal monologue, we are left with so much more.

Embraceable You
Nat King Cole

I have a theory that the most romantic of voices are those that sound like their vocal chords have been lightly sanded, creating an almost fuzzy, warm tone. Nat King Cole, kd lang…their voices are steps above that. They sound as if their chords have been sand blasted with velvet, leaving me feeling just as raw and exposed as their music. As Cole sings, “Above all I want my arms about you. Don’t be a naughty baby, Come to papa — come to papa — do! My sweet embraceable you…” I yearn to walk up to my lover, open his arms and simply crawl inside. I want to feel him and smell him and taste him and get as physically close that I feel might actually move through him. The song is that yummy.

Van Morrison

Nobody celebrated love so unabashedly as Van the Man. Here, he starts of in a whisper over the flute and piano that drives this groove like a pelvic grind. Not sure anybody has ever used the word “fantabulous” with such lusty confidence before or since. Brandishing his poetry like a sword-bearing Eros, he paints pictures of absolute bacchanalia. By the time he takes the mute off his vocal trumpet and lets out about the glossy glee of “the nights magic” well, if you’re not on the train by now, you weren’t going anywhere. The chorus asks, “Can I just have one more moondance…” It really isn’t a question but more of a declarative statement.

The Way You Look Tonight
Harry Connick, Jr.

There are so many renditions of this song but I chose Harry Connick, Jr.’s to represent here because there is a bit of melancholy in his version. When you are standing there with your lover and you are in a completely perfect moment there is so much love and so much happiness but deep, deep down there is also just a tinge of sadness because you realize that this moment is fleeting. That realization makes us cling tighter, look deeper, kiss harder. We all want to keep and hold that one moment where we are complete, invisible, and magical. Play this song during that moment and it’ll remind you to capture and hold the memory so that when difficult times inevitably come you have that wonderful glorious feeling on which to reflect and remember. “Some day, when I’m awfully low, When the world is cold, I will feel a glow just thinking of you…And the way you look tonight.”

Written by D.A. Latta Written by Cindy French

Do you have a song that floats your love boat? Respond via comments! We’d love to get your perspective!



The Sadness Soundtrack

We’ve commissioned two of our writers (one male, one female) to delve into their own personal break-up Hell history, compile a list of their top 6 Heartbreak songs and create their own “Sadness Soundtrack.”

A Man’s Perspective A Woman’s Perspective

Everybody has experienced loss in their lives. It can be as tragic as the death of a family member or something less tangible like the loss of someone’s trust or a job. The ways to deal with loss can be as extensive as the reasons and whatever feels right probably IS right. I’ve always fallen on music as a melodic crutch to get through these times since it’s much cheaper than Prozac and it doesn’t cross the line with my AAallergic reaction to alcohol (which wasn’t always the case). These 6 songs are my equivalent to free medication and therapy. I’d say “enjoy” but that would just be cruel.

“Music hath charms to soothe a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.” William Congreve or as we know it today, “Music soothes the savage beast.” Music can be one of the most healing forms of therapy for anybody suffering a heartbreak. It’s tantamount to group therapy whereby you can sit in a room and sing along with the other heartbreak sufferers. So the next time you’re feeling down and out or long in the tooth…or any of those other lovely phrases, turn on one of these favorites and sing your heart out. Trust me, you’ll feel better.

Ray Price

I learned this healing process (or form of dementia) of dealing with a broken heart from my mother, who was married 5 times and subsequently, went through 4 divorces. Her initial divorce from my father brought “Leaving on a Jet Plane” by Peter, Paul and Mary down on my young skull about 1000 times. Her 2nd D-I-V-O-R-C-E (sorry, Tammy Wynette) brought this classic from Ray Price. I recall singing it to a freshly-exed teenage girlfriend in an attempt to convey in song what I didn’t have the words, knowledge or tact to say. Her response ran along the lines of “shut the hell up.”

As I got older and actually listened to words and their meaning, the song became much more than a band-aid. Price’s rich baritone told me to “…hear the whisper of the raindrops, flowing soft against the window and make believe you still love me one more time…” Having shared that last dance of a love gone south, the pain in this song is palpable. When my mother passed away in 2005, Ray Price reminded me, once again, that it was over.


How can you NOT include this song as one of the truest heartbreak songs out there? The moment it is played in supermarkets, elevators, iPods and elsewhere is the moment the listener’s mood changes from anything else to heartbroken. You don’t even have to be suffering from a heartbreak, just listen for a few bars and you will be transported to another time when your heart WAS broken.

Adele’s voice has a raw and guttural quality; as if her heart has been recently ripped from her body with her tears still flowing in between the words. Her chin tilts up as she wails for him not to forget her, her rhythms lilt and sway in an almost-but-not-quite off-tempo way. It is in there that you share her pain and add a touch of your own. “Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?” Yeah, reminds me I need to get Kleenex.

Fairport Convention

This Gene Clark composition has had many incantations but this little remembered folk group (had Richard Thompson on guitar) from the late 60′s somehow turned this country approach into a gut-wrencher. Fueled by the subtle yet evocative emotion in Sandy Denny’s harmony, it helped me realize why they really had to go. The morose layer of her beautifully stunning voice seemed to broadcast every romance I couldn’t maintain and “…so I sit right up and look right past the pain because I’ve been in love before and I can love again” are words that I lived by in the 80′s and reminded me that it was okay to feel like a kicked dog when I probably deserved it.

Julie London

“Now you say you’re sorry…” It’s what every girl in a break-up yearns for; the ex- crawling back to them, begging for another chance. Your lover has left and like a game show host now seems devoid of any real emotion. Up until now you thought you would do anything, and I mean anything, to get him to return to you. During those rare heartbreak moments where you have a spark of strength that you wouldn’t want him back, this song can feed and nourish that “fuck you” spark enough to build a fire, which may just get you through another day. I chose Julie London for this rendition because her voice is warm and soft, like a cashmere butter blanket.

Tom Waits

Say what you want about Tom Waits. The man has a corner on melancholy. First time I heard this song turned my booze-filled youthful giddiness into a weeping mass of humanity, the gravel-wretched vocal cut me to my core, the piano, dancing with the alto sax, poured salt right into my veins. His plea is just a page in a chapter of desolation and I experience the same sadness every time I hear it. Rich with 1940′s references and imagery, the done-in waitress of this greasy all night diner, armed only with an apron and a spatula, hides her sad past while the antihero, watches her over another cup of java. In the end, he thinks out loud about taking a job at the filling station “…cuz he can eat here every night, what the hell do I got to lose…” You mean other than everything? I’ve sat at this very counter and ate the same hash and drank the same weak coffee that couldn’t even defend itself. If you’ve never been this desperate, I dare you to listen to this song after a fight with a loved one

#4 ON MY OWN – Les Miserables
Samantha Barks

Les Miserables is a tragic story upon a tragic story upon a tragic story. Throughout the entire musical you can’t swing a dead cat without hitting some version of heartbreak. This song, however, oozes the cruelest of all loves: the “unrequited”. To love someone with every cell in your body and yet know that that someone would never even consider you as a possibility is heartbreaking. To make it worse, add a dash of hope; which in reality is really adding salt to your already gaping wound. You know he could never love you…but what if? That small dose of hope will keep you singing this same song and yet still realizing that it will never be. “…Without me his world would go on turning, a world that’s full of happiness that I have never known…” The song is belting and hypnotic and as it builds to a powerful crescendo it leaves the weaker vocalist muted. Samantha Barks (shown here) and Lea Salonga sell this song like they’ve lived it all their lives.

Dorothy Moore

If you like torch songs, this one is funded by Napalm, Inc. Lush with all the trimmings of that beloved 70′s soul, I’ve honestly seen this song make grown men cry on several occasions. Dorothy Moore starts off like any conversation with a long lost lover, light and airy, so sweet and like all conversations where love was left in a rainy parking lot, layers of history come back in hushed tones and recollections then denial, as not to lose face in this unexpected reunion but eventually acceptance and testimonial. The power of her wails add the final death stamp on a love gone wrong and possibly the most honest cries I’ve ever heard

Sunday in the Park with George

Musical theatre has carried me through many light, happy moments and dark, brooding times. There is something about singing a song while knowing an entire back story that stays with me. “We Do Not Belong Together” is one of those songs. Bernadette Peters is the voice that is both warm and wounded and Mandy Patinkin’s clear, demanding tone barely conceals the artist’s anguish. How do you stay with someone who isn’t able to give to you what you need to hear? Even while engulfed in a firestorm of passion? I remember sitting in my little rented room in a house filled with college students. I’d taped pennies to the doorframe as decoration and my mattress lay flat on the floor amongst books, clothes, dishes and cigarette butts. Saturated with heartbreak in a smoke-filled room I played this song on repeat and I cried with Bernadette as she begged him, “tell me not to go…”

Billie Holiday

I’ve often thought that Billie Holiday’s voice was comparable to looking through broken opaque glass, distorted and distant. Perhaps how one hears things while in a coma. Here she takes the 8 notes that she could sing and twists the joy out of every sweet memory you ever had and leaves you with the cold sweats of every mistake you ever made. Repeated listenings confirms that she is lying. Her reed-thin voice gives just a glimpse of her cruel secret … She won’t look you in the eyes; she moves her cheek as you try to kiss her. She is so close you can almost taste the recent cigarette but she is so far away. If you wake up from that coma, she won’t be there. Her subtle touch will be gone and the small cafe, the wishing well and the moon itself will only be your memories.

Billie Holiday

Yes, I’ve chosen the same song. This song is just … wow. Billie Holiday conveys the grief of lost love with such sadness and melancholy that it makes me teary even writing about it. The lyrics have such a finality to them that there appears no hope of ever seeing this person again. “I’ll find you in the morning sun and when the night is new. I’ll be looking at the moon, but I’ll be seeing you.” Did the person die? Perhaps … which makes me even tearier … especially considering the circumstance of Billie Holiday’s own passing.

Otis Redding

Few can adequately put on paper what Otis can do to one’s senses. Personally, I’m embarrassed to try. How could I possibly convey the six notes he uses on the first three syllables of the staccato intro are like pushing that sled up to the edge of a 75 degree incline. Who am I to think I could put into words how in 2 minutes and 32 seconds you could literally taste kisses from 30 years ago, remember a soft embrace in the front seat of a fogged up car, hold a newborn baby against your chest while she sleeps, hear the whimpers of excitement only to have your heart ripped out by suffering through an absence, relive negligence, burn in selfishness and wallow in self-pity. Otis leaves me naked miles away from home in a place I vow never to return to but actually, I’ve never left. I miss my kids; I miss my mom and my dad. I miss the old Motorola Hi-Fi where endless 45′s spun like magic and burned me with thoughts and dreams that I could never attain. I miss the friendships I’ve destroyed and every love that I’ve killed. What I don’t miss is this song because I hear it every day.

Bonnie Raitt

This song was a favorite karaoke song of mine and I could belt it with the best of them. Who knew that this soon would become the theme song to my break-up? Internally I knew there was someone else; I knew that it was a matter of time before the silverware was sorted and the laundry was halved. On that stage, holding a poor man’s mic and without the need for lyrics on the screen, I looked deep into my lover’s eyes and I sang Bonnie Raitt’s words…but for that night they were mine. I had written them with my tears, I had sung them with my soul. I wailed for understanding and pleaded for more…but just as the song came to an end, I also understood that so had we.

Written by D.A. Latta Written by Cindy French

So do you have a heartbreak anthem? Can you identify with any of the songs listed above or do you have a completely different take on what makes a song heartbreaking? Respond via comments! We’d love to get your perspective!



Top Album Covers as Real Life

Here is a fantastic collection of albums that have been integrated with real live people. Check out Sleeveface for their entire archives.

Better yet, submit your own! And if you do, make sure and drop us a line so that we can mention it here.



Somebody that I used to know

2 different takes on the same song. Watch the cover and then watch the original. Such a great song and so cool to see 2 different interpretations. Could you put a new spin on it?



You think you’re Creative? Prove it.

I’ve been giving heaps of thought to the process of creativity. We are all born with a certain level of creativity but getting it out of our minds and souls and onto paper or something more tangible seems to be the real issue.

Grand ideas, huge plans, lingering day dreams – these are all the sparks of our imagination. I’ve dallied for days on an idea; thinking, planning until the idea tires and I lay it to rest amongst a million other worn out thoughts.

So…what do you have rattling around in that ol’ brain of yours? Something fabulous? Does it shock you that your mind is the one that came up with the idea? Are you tickled with yourself? Are you excited? If so, you MUST follow through and get it out.

Taking an idea and turning it into action is powerful. So much satisfaction lies in the art of follow through. Not only do you get to see your idea become a reality, but you know that you’ve set a goal and accomplished it. You also open up or deepen the creative pathways in your brain, ensuring that your next idea will come quicker and more readily than that of a stymied artist.

There is argument to be made that it isn’t a lack of motivation that is keeping you from achieving your art but a lack of diligence; a lack of the “get up and go” that seems to have “got up and went.”

How do you harness this kernel of thought and expand it for the masses? How do you make it happen?

At some point the artist in you needs to be mothered, and since we get irritated with our own mothers when they nag us to clean our room or, God forbid, brush our teeth, it’s time to become our own mother and parent the artist within. That means adding a little discipline because children (and what are artists but children) need structure to grow. Take your artist by the lapels, sit them down and give them some rules.

Nothing will get written, photographed, painted, acted, recorded, etc. if the artist isn’t there to do it. Set a time, every day, rain or shine and show up. Don’t make excuses and don’t argue with your mother. If she says 30 minutes a day, expect yourself to stay there 30 minutes a day. I can pretty much guarantee that you will not produce an award winning piece during those 30 minutes but you will create the habit of art. Your body will form to your chair, your hand to the mouse, your eye to your easel and your brain will know that every day it needs to see the canvas or hear the 16-track. It will expect to work. Your art will become a habit and when something becomes a habit, it means you don’t have to think about it, you “Just Do It.” So SHOW UP.

When you set to create “something” and your goal is to have a finished product you need to establish up front what it is you consider “done.” If you want to write a song is the song complete when you’ve lifted pen from paper or when you’ve finished laying down the final vocal track? I’m not saying that you can’t start with one goal and end with another but make sure that you’ve completed the original goal, the minimum goal that you’ve originally planned. If you want to go above and beyond, have at it.

Since I have been equating this so far to artist as child, it will be no surprise when I mention “recess.” To many children it’s the most important part of their day. It’s the time when they can run and laugh and feel the wind whip in their hair as they jump down the slide. Through play you experience curiosity, exploration, imagination and freedom. Once your artist is at their station every day you need to reward them with play. Art, of any kind, is supposed to be fun. Sure you may be writing the most torrid and depressing drama of the 21st century, but it should still excite you and get your blood pumping. If you’re not having fun then stop what you’re doing for a moment and do something art-related that IS fun (please note that I said “art-related” – I had to add that in there so that you wouldn’t end up playing Angry Birds during recess). You should allow yourself to explore, with reckless abandon and without the carefully learned impulse control that stifles you. Play, play, play and allow yourself to see things young and new.

That bully that I mention is your inner critic who bitches and moans about every decision you make. That nasally little voice in the back of your head that tells you you’re not good enough or your ideas are stupid. That voice is an asshole! Shut him the Hell up and kick him out! Seriously. Whatever you have to do, make that critic leave. He’s very sneaky. You might not even hear him speaking. You might not even know that he’s here right now, whispering about your lame writing skills and your pathetic need to help people… Oh, hey! God dammit! Shut the fuck up, critic!!

When you start to self-doubt and have the urge to throw something across the room, it’s usually instigated by the Bully within. Shut him down. He’ll do you no favors and he’ll hinder your process. If necessary, I find it helps if you say out loud, “Go away, you asshole!” You don’t have to swear, but I do because I like hearing myself say “asshole.” You should try it. Like now.

So you’ve sat daily trying to make progress and you’ve allowed yourself the freedom, without harsh criticism, to play and explore. Hopefully you’ve made some progress…but you’re not done yet. How do you finish? Well, the answer to that is a simple one. Go back to your original game plan. What was your goal? Did you complete it? If the answer is “yes”, pat yourself on the back and do a happy dance. If the answer is “no” then what do you have left to accomplish to put this dream to bed? Make it simple. Make it concise. Make sure that your inner-critic-bully-asshole is nowhere to be found, especially now because it’ll be pulling you back from the finish line if it could. I asked my husband, a writer and musician, his secret to “finishing” and he responded, quite prophetically, “Add a deadline and a dollar sign.” If you’re not allowing yourself to follow your creative course until you reach a natural conclusion then add a deadline to your project. Set it in stone. Give yourself a reward if you finish. Although I believe that finishing is reward in and of itself I wouldn’t be adverse to rewarding myself with a massage or a shopping splurge as a “gold star” for my stick-to-it-iveness.

You’re done…but you’re not done. Yes, it happens. First, congratulate yourself that you finished. Revel in your awesomeness! However, if you continue to have nagging thoughts about your piece not being quite right then give yourself the opportunity to fix it.

I recently worked for about 3 weeks straight on a project with a medium that I had never tried before (the video CSI: North Pole). Being that I had a firm deadline (Christmas) I worked myself senseless into the wee hours of the morning on many nights simply because the clock was a-tickin’. Finally it was do or die time…December 23rd; I was on the cusp of missing Christmas all together. I finished around 7pm that night. It was now time to render the video, a process which took hours. I then uploaded it to youtube – a process which took more hours. End result? The video quality was NOT to my satisfaction. It rendered blurry and jagged and not at all like what I had seen on the movie software program. I was dismayed and bugged…but it was already up on youtube and facebook. I found myself explaining to people, “Well, it’s not really supposed to look like that…” and “It looks like there’s ghosting, that’s not what it’s supposed to look like.”

Christmas came and went and I was stilled bugged senseless. If I was going to devote all of that time and energy into something, it better be something I am proud of. So during the week prior to New Year’s I re-learned what I was doing and reworked it until I was happy with my product. Then I put it to bed.

So if you finish…but you’re still bugged…even if you think it’s going to be a ton of work, FIX IT. By fixing IT, you’ll be fixing YOU. And in the end, YOU are all that really matters.

Oops, time for Recess! Happy playtime, sugars!



This is your Kid on Art…



World Aids Day

Today, on World AIDS Day, I happened to stumble upon this K.D. Lang video from back in the ’90′s. This was a compilation of artists singing Cole Porter songs with money being earmarked for the AIDS crisis.

Watching it again brought back so many memories; that initial fear of this unknown “disease” and the many rumors of how you could contract it. For so long there were so many unknowns…so much misinformation…so much ignorance. Could you get it by touching, kissing, hugging, coughing…? “Safe sex” was widely talked about but still hit or miss in its actual usage. And of course, with us being teenagers, we were convinced this scourge could never hit “us”. Until, of course, it did. My friend Mick was the first I knew who died of AIDS. Michael was the second. For Michael’s memorial he requested that all of us gather in the auditorium at work to screen the movie, “Longtime Companion”. Considering the subject matter of the film and the reason we were watching it, I’m amazed that any of us could drive home that night.

But drive home is exactly what we did. We drove home to our loved ones to sleep in our beds and find comfort in the mundane and routine. Those too scared to have an AIDS test would wait in fear after donating a pint to the Bloodmobile. Hushed whispers followed openly gay males when they experienced a sudden weight loss. An entire community of gay men, ravaged by this disease, attended funeral after funeral after funeral.

AIDS is a vengeful mistress, to be sure. It strips you of your dignity, as you reluctantly confess all of your sexual dalliances to a suited stranger with a clipboard, your humor as the sickness and drugs depress your mood and stifle your hope, your appearance as you discover Kaposi’s sarcoma covering your body and hollowed cheeks from the 60 pounds you lost seemingly overnight, your vital organs as you gasp for air from the Pneumocyctis Pneumonia or forget your family from the lesions on your brain.

July 23, 1996 – that was the day that the The U.S. Patent and Trademark Office awarded the patent on the antiviral drug 3TC. This new “cocktail” of drugs from Emory University was a turning point in the AIDS crisis. It changed the disease from people dying of AIDS to people living with AIDS. That cocktail saved my friend’s life. He was literally on death’s door, resembling more a concentration camp victim than the witty, vibrant, funny man I knew. The hospice nurses warned us he wouldn’t see Thanksgiving. He survived. He thrived. Now he faced the new challenge of figuring out how to live on disability while shoveling pills that help him live (but also make him sick). Health care, job opportunities, everything he had needed to be rethought around his second chance.

Just recently another friend, who had AIDS for decades, passed away. It was a shock. He hadn’t made his diagnosis public, as many don’t, so it took a lot of us by surprise. It reminded me that we have gotten forgetful of what people with AIDS still have to go through every single day.

I am sorry for forgetting.

Today I remember.

I remember Mick, whose sardonic wit and perfect taste had people clamoring for his attention.

I remember Michael, whose gentle spirit and kind demeanor commanded fierce loyalty.

I remember Rick, whose funny laugh made my friends adore him.

I remember Kelly, whose Midwest stories during cigarette breaks could make the toughest exterior crack.

The final scene in the movie, “Longtime Companion” has stayed with me through these many years. 3 friends, walking on a familiar beach, discuss the day a cure is found. “Imagine what it would be like.” “Like then end of World War II.” They look into the distance and see a group of people come into view, laughing, hugging. You realize that many in the crowd are the friends and family who had died earlier in the movie. There is celebration and there is hope; of one day being able to say, “We cured AIDS.”

That day will be amazing.

“And I want to be there.”

To watch the final scene, go to the 8 minute mark on this video.



The Science of Imperfection

Here’s scientific proof that small mistakes actually make music sound better, and why it can’t be simulated by merely injecting randomization. Call me a robot, but I still love the sound of a perfectly rigid quantized groove.

What Really Makes Rhythms Human? New Research Investigates Perception, Preference, Tech



How to Finish!

Here is some enlightening advice about the creative process, in three parts. Another bit of “tough-love” for creative people who seem to have trouble finishing projects. Enjoy!

Music of Sound: How to Finish (1 of 3)