Basically, its another collection of pointless links mostly nicked
from other blogs
Is That It?
Well, no, one day, I hope to break free from the bonds of having a day job and spend my time
floating round the med,
knocking up the occasional track for a cool label. Till then, this is my only outlet for
my compositions.
If you like Progressive tracks with nice breaks, you might like to listen you my latest, finished creation...well,
actually, its my only
*finished* creation, Celestial.
Download the MP3, Or stream
it.
The excellent vocals (in case you're wondering) were taken
from a track by Loreena
McKennitt called 'The Mystics Dream'.
One of the problems I have is actually finishing a track... No stamina y'see ;) I've got round this (sorta) by
stuffing all my unfinished
tracks into
Acid and creating one long mix. Whilst unfinished, they also represent the best stuff I've produced to
date...without sounding
self-congratulatory, its easily as
good as any of the other mixes...but just pure, homegrown Roguetrooper. Enjoy...(and play loud) Clicky Streamy Clicky downloady
The track I'm working on at the moment is a bit of a departure
for me. Normally I don't like long intros, but the beginning
to Gravity developed into this dark, broody soundscape. Its
a full 4 mins till any proper percussion kicks in which sounds
a long time, but its just right for the track (currently running
at 12 mins). Anyway, you can Stream the MP3 hopefully...
or download it(11Mb)
Heres what happens when you use Acid Pro as an mp3 sequencer..nearly an hour of beats n breaks.
Have a listen to Methodical or download it.
Want some more? heres another with Leftfield and
Hybrid (to mention a few). You
can download this too if you like.
Think I'm going to have to find a more permanent home for the mixes and stuff. judging by the amount of stuff I'm
churning out of the
Triton... Anyway, heres the Adam Freeland stuff mix from below on the blog...nice trancy, break filled mix that
hardens
somewhat towards the end when Joujouka arrive..However, its still only 135BPM and doesn't disrupt the flow too
much... Same as usual, you
can stream it or
download it...beware though, its
20Mb. Sounds best about
4am Sunday morning. Enjoy.
I was looking through my mp3 collection the other day and came across some depeche mode stuff I never realised I
had. Perfect excuse to
mix a few tracks up in acid and give the Basildon boys a breakbeat flavour. Its still a work in progress at the mo,
but I've since discovered
that DM and Breaks were made for each other. Have a listen and you'll hear what I mean. Download or Stream
Kontact::
"I was duped into
coming here!!! I want my money back!!! Who do I complain to?"
Seeing as my logfiles report that most people come here looking
for the excellent DNA java trials bike game, heres
a link so you don't have to scroll through all my archives....How
good am I?
Archives::
Stuff I've been messing
with::
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Nosy? come and take a peek round chez Rogue via a (sometimes) Live Webcam
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I love Edward Goreys stuff, for lots more about Ed and his stuff, you should wander across to goreygraphy.com
A few weeks ago, Wen-D was overcome by a fear that we weren't getting out enough and could well turn into hermits. As a remedy, she proposed that we should have a look what was on at the Lowry in Manchester and go and see something. A harmless request, "what could possibly go wrong" I thought to myself, so I agreed.
Couple of weeks later, Wendy rings me from work and informs me that a collegue was taking his wife (note the subtle hint there) to see Midge Ure in a few weeks....at the Lowry. Now I know that if I followed my musical roots back to the early-mid 80's then really, I should have a passing interest in the wee Scottish king of synth pop...but I haven't. Ultravox never really did much for me...maybe it was the pouting new romantic / new wave look, maybe it was the athritic dancing that always seemed to accompany their stuff down at the local disco...one things for sure though.. going to see the dude who penned the worthwhile, yet unforgivable "Do they know its christmas" would have left me sitting there with tears in my eyes.
I politely declined. Little did I know how much I would regret this descision in only a matter of weeks.
It was at this point my ingenious wife pulled the ace out of her sleeve. "Of course you remember the fact that I came down to London with you last year to go to the Playstation Experience when I said you should go on your own really, but you insisted we turn it into a family outing..." she said, with a wicked 'get out of that buster' smile on her face. I was left with little choice other than to accept her request to go and see her next suggestion.
A couple of weeks passed until her carefully chosen moment arrived. I was in the middle of a clan match on SOCOM II when (allegedly) she told me about a play on at the Lowry about the life of Tutankhamun. Apparently, I wasn't really listening but managed to mumble "sounds great" during a lull in the gunfire. Now, when I look at what I've just typed there "A play about the life of Tutankhamun" I can't deny that it looks interesting, I'm quite interested (in a passing way) in Egyptian history..cradle of civilisation and all that stuff and have been fortunate to visit Cairo a couple of during my time in the RN so the chances are, I did indeed agree...if only I knew...
So, last Friday, the big night comes. A lovely evening out in Manchester with entertainment and dining.
After picking up our tickets, we made our way up to the small theatre thats part of a group at the lowry and had a few drinks while waiting for the soothing voice of the tannoy lady to annouce our show. After a while, it became clear that the group of people milling about with us were associated with the production we were about to see... We spotted a pair of well dressed elderly ladys with a box of scrolls (programmes...clever eh) so Wendy went over clutching her £1 and returned with the mysterious looking sealed yellow scroll. Eagar to read the exciting prologue, I peeled off the seal and unrolled the scroll in proper Egyptian styl-ee to read the title aloud to my darling wife....
I coughed....then spluttered, eyes aghast at what I saw before me...
TUTANKHAMUN : THE MUSICAL
"A musical performed by St Lukes Amateur Dramatic Society about the young boy king and his evil side kick Ay who wanted to bump him off featuring some erotic stuff" (my synopsis). It was at this point that I began to worry... a lot. I kinda said to myself "look, you just have to do this..keep smiling, dont spoil Wendys evening" (though Wendy was also a little bemused that it was a musical....or thats what she tells me). The soothing tannoy lady called us in, and we made our way up to our (very small and "uncomfortable so you dont fall asleep" seats), me feeling like a lamb being led to its slaughter.
Now, at this point, I would like to state that I have every respect for St Lukes ADS. They clearly worked very hard and put a lot of effort into their performace....ok, just thought I would say that...
Now, I'm not going to go into much detail about the show, merely give a few choice moments....but I have a dilemma.. How do you say "It was absolutely bloody dreadful" without hurting anyones feelings...you cant cant you..
It wasn't so much the acting (which, considering the youthful cast was pretty good), It was the songs, the god awful songs..and the dancing...of which there was lots. In fact, I can't recall a single 'spoken' bit of dialoge or recall a point where there wasn't someone or other prancing about the stage. with each passing scene, I would smile at Wendy (who had one of those "my god, what have a done" kinda looks on her face) and hope the hope of all hopes that it would be the last before the intermission..but it went on and on....
The 'chorus line' was made up of girls between the ages of about 14 and 44... and they were all dressed the same. In one particular scene, that I fear that I will never be able to burn from my memory, they were trying to convey the image of the boy-king out on his stag night in a brothel. I'm sorry to make you do this, but picture the scene of half a dozen bikini-clad middle aged women writhing on the floor and then lifting themseves off the floor on their palms / feet while they thrust their hips towards the audience... I honestly didn't know where to look. I sensed that the end of the first half must be nigh when the songs began to build into a 'radio ga-ga' style anthem (complete with actions)...
|0| TU..\0/ TAN.......\0\ KA../0/ MUUUUUUUUUUN (repeat about a million times).
By this point, I was just giggling to myself and dribbling...my torture ended only when the curtain went down for the interval. Wendy kinda picked me up gently and in her lovely hushed voice said "Its ok... don't worry, we wont be staying for the second half"...but the damage was already done.
All the way home and to this day, all I ever seem to have in my head is the St Lukes dancers singing bloody TU..TAN.......KA..MUUUUUUUUUUUUUN... I feel my musical career (what it may have been) is now in tatters... its certainly put me back a good 6 months at any rate.
Wendy, my gorgeous wife, I don't blame you, though I know you blame youself... and St Lukes ADS, I know you worked really hard and everything...but YOU'VE RUINED MY LIFE!!!!
Now that the weather is bucking up a bit, we've decided to venture out into the wilderness with the tent. This year will be a bit different as we'll be taking Alex with us who has A) Never slept in a tent B)never slept in a sleeping bag.
As he turns into a nuclear powered tasmanian devil at the mere sight of grass and the outdoors and the fact that he fidgits constantly throughout the night, its going to be fun.
I think when he grows up, he may well do stuff like this as a hobby
