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Friday, April 08, 2005

Work in Progress.


I have a picture in my head of this halfbreed gramocordion contraption the frog is holding. The sound it pumps is akin to the Blues filtered through a megaphone and a chainsaw motor. So, I'm still gathering reference for gramophones and accordions. Euro-industrial blue grass is what I'm hearing, like the soundtrack to prairiepunk.

I've been unwrapping UV coordinates all day. As a consequence, I'm seeing red dots and polygons everywhere.