This is Adam. It’s Rosh Chodesh, the festival of the new moon, and they’ve just wandered into the town synagogue of Shibenoye, a little town near the Crimean Peninsula. They’ve got a balalaika on their back, a song on their tongue, kavanah in their heart.Continue reading “Adam, a Klezmer from Dream Apart”
It took a long time for Captain Azouli to confirm that this ship was here. Now she maybe wishes she wasn’t.
What might happen in The Fifth World if space travelers returned? Without launch facilities, they’d certainly be stuck. But those Beltas and Martians might find that they really love a world with that much water, oxygen, and coöperation.
Eshud-Numash is carrying the Last Tusk of Grandmother Thunder, the ancestor of his people’s herd of Lumu, (which we know as stegatetrabelodon). The tusk will be: Old (Grandmother Thunder lived to 180 years. There have been two generations of the Lumu herd since then); Mighty (It’s a tusk. It’s also wielded as a weapon); Known to All (It has been carried by the scion of Eshud for centuries, as their badge of office); and Generous (From the open end of the tusk issues water, if it would save a life).Continue reading “Eshud-Numash, Bearer of the Last Tusk of Grandmother Thunder”
I’ve been working on building music synthesizers lately. The first, The Brigand, is now fully functional, and you’ll be able to hear it sometime in the third week of May on WRIR, in Richmond, VA!
The second, Oversimulated Toddler, is still throwing tantrums and being incoherent. I can’t even understand what it wants.
The IDisc is a prosthetic vertebra that grows along with the body to which it’s attached. While it does that, it intercepts all of the experiences — internal and external — of its host, digitizing the entire experience as memories. Or perhaps as identity. Maybe your soul.
Science fiction works in any art form. You look at what exists, then compare it to what’s possible-and-explorable, and experiment with it! That’s why Shock: includes music in its mediography section.
So I’ve been messing with synthesizers a lot lately. I’ve been making some really interestingly shrieky sounds and wanted to share with you the Brigand, a granular synthesizer I built a few weeks ago.
I’m putting an EP together that will be available to my patrons, but I really want to show off the machine, itself and what it sounds like!
Some ships are faster. (Not a lot, though.)
Some ships are prettier. (Maybe most.)
But none has so faithfully served Ashadd Nash in her quest to reunite her clan.
The day Ashadd Nash found herself alone without clan, without money, and with a price on her head, she became a scoundrel, and a scoundrel needs a scoundrel’s weapon.
Ashadd Nash is a scoundrel, living between the cracks of the Empire and the now-disintegrating old order of the Republic. And like any scoundrel, she travels armed.