Dare Imageries: Recent Episodes
Philip R Darley
Taking words and sound to make music, not song--but a visual calidoscope without pictures.
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So, it’s taken a while. Here’s a podcast playing with sounds I have recorded. It’s a pre-summer preamble while trying to get the inboard engine of the family yacht to start. A troubled engine though is only the start of the worries for being at sea.
Music credits: (dig.ccmixer.com)Septahelix | Shrimp RichSiobhanD | Altar (native)Let me live long enough | Speck
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Here’s a bit of music I recorded—it’s me playing the piano. I missed last week. I’ve been practising my piano skills and devising a way to record a little of what I’ve learnt. This piece above is a Slash Chord Progression. Robin Hall’s Pianoforall will tell you more about what they are, I do recommend it if you’re interested in creating your own soundtracks.
I’m playing on a Yamaha EZ-150 electric keyboard and I’ve recorded the above using my iPhone 6 and a cable called a Miki iPhone Mic lead.
Whiter Shade of Pale is a piece of music by Procol Harum. The Chord progression looks like this:
C C/B C/A C/G F F/E F/D F/C G G/F G/E G/D
As with everything, it takes perseverance and persistence.
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A voice recording. My voice. The poem, Boredom—is out my anthology of poems published by Dare Imageries. You can get it here, it’s called Crash: Early Poems.
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A scenario, a bit of singing, and voices.
Here are sounds collected from work on Saturday, put into a moment. It was a demonstration and a march by Stop the War Coalition after the assassination of Iran’s General Soleimani by Donald Trump.
I’m using Audacity, it is a free, open-source audio editing software—I’m finding it unfriendly although it offers all the tools needed. Bring back Adobe Audition!
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I’m in a sailboat on the River Crouch in the UK, moored up alongside a pontoon—in a gale. You hear the tide running passed the fibreglass hull, along with the screech of the mooring ropes as they wax and wane to the wind while it pushes and pulls eight tons of fibreglass, wood and steel, trying to set us loose.
It’s night.
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