I heard this song by Blind Guardian. I couldn't make it through the whole thing really, but there was this vocal effect that made it sound like a huge choir. I've heard something like that before, and I think they were all a single vocalist, on maybe three or four different tracks, which were then all doubled and reverbed and whatever else. It's a cool technique. But the actual vocals kind of sucked. The guy could sing alright, sure, but as a matter of taste, the vocals sucked. And when I say "a matter of taste", I don't mean this is subjective. I mean if you have taste, then you can not unironically enjoy those vocals. But it gave me an idea, an idea that may have been done already and if so I will scream my agony to the heavens that my ears have not been graced by it already. For this idea, I recommend you take off your pants and any undergarments you may be wearing, and gather up a lot of towels, preferably old ones that you don't really care for. My words will wait for you. I'm even going to break the paragraph.
Okay, here it is. Death growl choir. There would be the rhythmic bass grunts, probably center-panned, and the higher raspy bellows and screeches setting the atmosphere, towering above. There may even be mids. It would be a massive, Earth-shaking, ear-splitting, pants-shitting DEMONIC SYMPHONY!!
That's really all there is to say on the matter. If you need more explanation, you need a transplanted imagination.
Sometimes I imagine lengthy conversations in my head conducted as interviews, where I am almost always the interviewee. Or sometimes I imagine that I'm talking to my hero of the month, who is currently Henry Rollins. I think before it was J Mascis. (I never do this with Kurt Cobain, ever. In my wildest delusions I'm still not worthy.) I read once that you should determine your audience, and that your audience is really always a few people in your head, like heroes, failed girlfriends, dopplegangers... I rarely actually talk to myself in my head, though. But I wrote that down every time I tried to figure that out. There would be two or three girls I liked that I'd do the fancy poetic prose toward sometimes, and heroes/father figures that I'd direct either social commentary or music talk toward, and finally me, for when I realized absolutely no one else had any motivation to read this shit.
Sometimes I like to imagine what I will do when I am King. I always skip the highly improbable bloody coup that would overthrow representative democracy for monarchy somehow. I'm just magically the King. There was some really good stuff I came up with once, but I don't remember it. Damn. I figured that if I were President I would declare Free Ice Cream and Hookers day, and in the ensuing chaos I would plan some...thing. I guess I thought I'd be the mayor and plan my meteoric rise to power while the Columbian ho cartels and Baskin Robbins owners were trying to beat away crazed men, children, and possibly women.
And it's not really a delusion but I seem to see shit more and more often. Just out of the corner of my eye I see something crawl. I don't even do anything to bring that on anymore, and I only ever did once or twice, so what the fuck?
I think I have improved at portraiture. I successfully copied a Sad Keanu, except he doesn't look quite as sad. Just maybe slightly disappointed and maybe even a little angry. Rather than looking down, he's spacing out in the distance a tad. Overall, I consider it a success. I also made a Sam Elliot from a Big Lebowski still. I do not like the way he stares at me.
I got some Sumi-e stuff coming in the mail. Also, there was a Lightning Deal on Manga Studio Some Number for twelve bucks, so I got that, too. Yep.
I have pawned off some of my hardest coursework, and now must only finish nine or ten projects. They mostly involve writing. They should be easy. After that, I will have no real responsibilities. I will have to invent things to procrastinate from and stop giving a fuck about, and maybe pawn off on other people. I'll make a game of it, maybe. 50 points for getting an arbitrary deadline extended, 100 points for playing video games up to the last minute anyway, 200 points for doing something you actually hate more.
Oh yeah, one day I have to go to the post office and get a certified envelope. I'm sick of not hearing back promptly about pretty much the most important shit in my life.
I started glitching things a week or two ago, mainly images. Then I thought it was just like Christmas morning. It's like hacking without having to know what you're doing. And also maybe you get paid for it. I got bored with bitmaps fairly quickly. The coolest effect I found was opening one in Audacity and using equalization. I moved on to JPEGs then. You can only really glitch those with a hex editor and with the format description in front of you. Or, just search for FF (after the initial header). It will be followed by a one-byte marker and two bytes indicating the length of information that follows. So one thing to do is just change the number in those two bytes. Otherwise, skip ahead a bit and cut and paste some data. With Baseline JPEGs, it makes little multi-colored blocks. Part of the image might be shifted, too. You can open the original and the glitched with a program like Amamaker to make an interleaved 3D image, and then glitch that, and repeat the process. I've played with GIF and PSD a bit, too. I've been trying to advance through all of Rosa Menkman's Vernacular of File Formats, but it's tough to glitch a lot of things that far.
I also started importing files in Audacity just to find samples. Zip files sound pretty cool. A mostly empty MP3 had some cool noisy bass sounds, but a regular sound-heavy MP3 is just noise.
Endeavor was pretty nice. It's an art/exploration game along the lines of many that have come to Newgrounds lately, including Loved, Redder, Level Up, Babies Dream of Dead Worlds and William and Sly, to name a suprising few. In almost all of these you explore a world and collect things, except in Loved, where you just do what the weird dominatrix voice tells you. Most of them even use gems. And this is only a subset of the whole art game genre, that also includes I Fell In Love With the Majesty of Colors, I Wish I Were the Moon, Apples in the Tree, Air Pressure, and arguably Tower of Heaven.
Anyway, Endeavor does have nice music and writing, even if it is pretty obvious that the deity will be evil. There are three different endings, and all of them can be completed together in around three hours. The game never gets old, even when parts of it are tricky and take a bit of repetition (the underground maze), and I think it was an enjoyable diversion. It isn't among my favorites, but it is at the higher standard of quality I've come to expect from Newgrounds, and have lately lamented. I'm trying to figure out why it isn't just that little bit better, and I think it's the graphics. Nearly all of the games listed above have nice graphics (exception maybe of Loved and Level Up). With William and Sly, a few things were incongruous, but overall it worked and worked well. The soundtrack tipped the balance in its favor, along with the fluid, dreamy gameplay. Redder was actually enjoyable to look at. Babies Dream... really excelled in its writing. Games like Aether had some combination of great graphics and writing. Apples in the Tree was just all kinds of awesome, between the vaguely gothy graphics, Megadeth
and Voltaire references, and unique elements (you can go to sleep and play mini-games in her dreams!) I guess the mechanics of Endeavor were pretty good, though, and the level designs were pretty great. Just not that unique.
Oh yeah, Undead End Hardcore was pretty sweet. Perfectly executed old-school graphics, design, and everything. It did have a few bugs, but they were minor. Pretty challenging, and pretty awesome, hard to do justice with words. It's like a 16-bit era arcade game, basically.
Ha, wow, man. I slept my ass off! Doesn't look like I missed much, but still. I'll probably be up 'til six or seven tomorrow morning. Hard to remember my dreams now. My dog was being nicer. I was visiting people at some kind of orphanage run entirely by orphans. They needed me to have a number of things that would impress them in order to be let in. This is what I was told by two of the older kids that I found and accompanied as a guest. And I made it in fine with just the dog, but I wandered around wondering what else I had or could do. I remembered the few talents I had late in the dream, fading in and out of waking. I swear there must have been more to that. My dreams are hardly ever that tame.