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I wrote this a couple of days ago, when the melodies came to my head all of a sudden right as I had to get into a car. So, I grabbed a pen and paper, and worked out some of the chorus melodies during my ride… Yes, I know it sounds cheesy; yes, I know it sounds cute, and also kind of ridiculous. So, in order to justify this musical fragment’s presence on the internet, allow for me to present a context in which it might be used in, for example, a piece of musical theater or film.
(Note: If you are reading this scene with the music, please don’t start the track until you get to the music cue below!)
[SCENE: The EVIL SUPERVILLAIN’s lair. The EVIL SUPERVILLAIN is wearing his long red cape and black armour, as well as prosthetic cyborg left arm. His expression is a bit bored, perhaps depressed. The VILLAIN’S SIDEKICK enters, wearing a black suit and red vest embroidered with a silver “V”. He is pushing what appears to be an industrial pallet filled with gold bricks.]
SIDEKICK: I brought the last one, master. Where should I leave it?
EVIL SUPERVILLAIN: I… I don’t know. Over there, I suppose with the rest of them.
[Sidekick begins to wheel the pallet to tho other side of the lair]
EVIL SUPERVILLAIN: Wait!
SIDEKICK [stopping casually]: Yes, Master?
EVIL SUPERVILLAIN: I was thinking, … and.. I… [cue music] …I was wondering… I mean, we’re filthy rich, right?
SIDEKICK: Absolutely, Master. We’re arguably richer than the curre-
EVIL SUPERVILLAIN: But what does it all mean? Why do we do it?! I.. I just want to find some meaning to it all.
SIDEKICK: We… We could go on a shopping spree?
EVIL SUPERVILLAIN: A Shopping spree? Thats… thats a BRILLIANT IDEA!
[Cut to a montage of the EVIL SUPERVILLAIN and SIDEKICK out on the town, so to speak: They run into a clothes store together// Various snap-shots of the EVIL SUPERVILLAIN trying on varous outfits, including new types of supervillain-style capes and armour // Staring through a music-storefront window at a manaquin wearing a fancy guitar, they enter the store and leave again, carrying a guitar case. // They are opening a briefcase full of gold to a THEME PARK MANAGER, who looks surprised. // They are riding a rollercoaster while screaming, in an otherwise completely vacant park. // They are at the zoo, and buy all of the ballons at the balloon stand - an inordinate amount. // They are sitting at a bench by the boardwalk, licking ice-cream cones, as the sun sets in the background. They are surrounded by all of the things they bought, and other odd items: a statue, a new luxury automobile, and other miscellany are among their new belongings.]
EVIL SUPERVILLAIN: Y’know, I think I remember why I wanted to be a supervillain again.
[END SCENE]
(Sockzilla!: View Hi-Res to play!) Finally, after much trial and strife, I bring to you, the terrifying, the wonderous, the one-of-a-kind… SOCKZILLA!
This animation shot over a year ago at a friend’s home Massachusetts, and is this site’s namesake. I’m not sure exactly what made it take this long, but I hope you enjoy it!
The Robot
_Boop beep beep I am counting the sheep
that my graphic card builds that will put me to sleep.
But how can I dream with a cast-iron seam for a brain?
And How can I feel with a heart made of steel
that will turn into rust when left out in the rain?
How can I trust with a heart that will rust in my tears?
Oh, how can I love when I’m made out of circuits and gears?
I cannot explain how it hurts all the same
yet I don’t detect pain: I am broken again.
Could a loose copper wire give feeling and fire to dreams?
Is a broken malfunctioning android at all what it seems?
I am cold as a stone in my body of chrome
with my circuits and sensors and fears
that I’ll still be alive and alone in one million years.
Choral Fragment #1
This is a part of a choral piece I’ve been working on! I’m in the process of setting it to words, and for the time being, I think my words will be from the following poem by John Clare (1793-1864), found with the title ‘Fragment’.
The cataract, whirling down the precipice,
Elbows down rocks and, shouldering, thunders through.
Roars, howls, and stifled murmurs never cease;
Hell and its agonies seem hid below.
Thick rolls the mist, that smokes and falls in dew;
The trees and greenwood wear the deepest green.
Horrible mysteries in the gulph stare through,
Roars of a million tongues, and none knows what they mean.
If anyone has another poem they think would fit better, especially one you have written, please contact me directly. Thanks!
New York Cityscape 1: (Click to embiggen!) Taken in New York, on the south side of Central park, facing south. Flipped along a vertical axis (because I liked it that way). This is another example of something that I tried to make appear 3Dish.
Based on NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
