SRS-MOSS:
A note-to-self thing.
Supple musings from a
familiar interface ().
A trail of unencoded stories and thoughts displayed in a web-based void. Moss in motion. A new beginning was necessary. The final form is unknown, but the beginnings are familiar. Will everything connect? Eventually. Is it serious? No. Can you lick it? Maybe.
SRS-MOSS is a WIP concept. It’s momentarily loose and agenda-less. The door’s been kept open (cat width) to allow curious wafts. It’s tempting to “lock things in“ or give it a name. Breaking that urge feels good, human-like. In this early phase, there’s a slant toward raw and uninterpreted “capturing”—log-like bytes of interest, to build a rhythm and find a flow.
Sunday Minutes is a steady stream of short Tumblr-esque findings and thoughts gathered weekly. This is the beginning:
A profound goon ponders the falsity permanence:
You’re wrong until they’re right. You’re right until they’re wrong.
You’re either working toward change, climbing the mountain, proving a point, or in the comfort zone, you made it, everything feels right. I don’t like the latter. But the thin is there’s no point of perfection or final stage of satisfaction. No status is ever permanent. Never. It’s not possible. You can fit it, or you can realise that everything now, is as it should be, and that’s it. Because what else is there?
Eyeballs: This week, I learned there are people who live with a veil of “visual snow” passing through their visual cortex. This can sometimes include glitch-like effects and distortions. It’s called “hallucinogen persisting perception disorder” (HPPD).
Earholes: I found a strategic sound company. Amazing.
We may present ourselves as musicians, sound makers and producers. But what really defines us as sound artists is how we envision our work, how we weave music and sound design into consistent and descriptive soundscapes established by the sonic strategy.
SOMETIMES, I AM SOFT
Soft shapes in a knoll-like arrangement is a vibe—as is Klas Ernflo. I caught an glimpse of an unknown image last week that triggered a hour long search to remember who it was. Digital hoarding done good.
Also, I have a soft spot for a good sock. Style of the ankle. If you do, this might be a gem to try later. You never know how much a good pique crew could put you in the right mood.
Lastly, forums and discords can be a cs, but I wanted to give a shoutout to the living legends lurking in depths chat realm. This week on a whim, after days trying to crack a problem, I tossed my query into the discord machine and went to bed. The next day someone had replied with a casual suggestion. I flippin’ worked. I was blown away. One point to internet history.
This turned out to be a random-AF adventure lacking any sense of cohesion or purpose. Softness and socks maybe? A big week I guess.
“Sometimes, I am soft”
