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Emergent Musics by Mark Conway Wirt

"Emergently Musical" by psilly, Ink & Watercolour on Paper, 15 x 28cm. (2010)

Emergent Musics” by Mark Conway Wirt is a collection of music that, like some magical audio gardener, he has grown from a series of self-organising seeds. He has taken these seeds and placed them in a mathemusical greenhouse based on drawings by the invisible hand of emergence. They are lit by the sun of his creative imagination and watered delicately with the crystal purity of his aesthetic sensibilities. They flower into marvellous rotating parasols and unfurl spiral curls around cones of sonic delight. They plink like the translucent threads of a (philip) glass piano trying to dance on a (terry riley) rainbow. They pluck at the occult parabolas of transcendent geometries with tiny ears on the tips of their fingers. They are the sound of a waterfall in a sky-blue porcelain cave; the musical tremblings of a spider’s web tickled by triangular flies that don’t fear death; a jungle breeze playing dot-to-dot with its own discrete particles…

That’s my theory anyhow – as you can probably gather – it’s best put to the test…

Download everything for free at *emergentMusics* (and while you’re at it why not investigate the intriguing *theory behind it all*.)

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The kNew Forest

Field Recordings, Spontaneous Poetry & Random Musical Eruptions...

Field Recordings, Spontaneous Poetry & Random Musical Eruptions...


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The Conductor

The Conductor

It’s a drizzly Easter weekend in Old England Town –
would you care to join me for a psilly trip to the kNew Forest?

We’ll begin with the Dawn Chorus and a morning cuppa before I walk you through the wyrd woods to my favourite spot in all the worlds for dinner & peaceful blessings – the next morning we’ll have a pint in the local pub, and feeling vigorously bubbly, publically transport ourselves back to the City.

Along the way we’ll meet Pony, Woodpecker, Scarab, Slug, Fly, Deer, Owl, Oak, Beech, Pine, Lichen, Sphagnum, Spirit – even a pair of fellow humans!

You’ll be overtained by exhuberant verbal eruptions speaking straight to your neurons, soothed by breathey nonsense blessing your brainstem, cleansed by random musics playing up your spine like a xylophone…

You’ll be pleased you came. Eye promise.

Please enter... entrancing... isn't it?

Please enter... entrancing... isn't it?


Fingers of Light

Fingers of Light


Plain Lovely

Plain Lovely


Dor Beetle

Dor Beetle


Black Slug

Black Slug


Fugging Famished

Fugging Famished


Can you see him? (He can see you.)

Can you see him? (He can see you.)


Sir Real Eyes, at home.

Sir Real Eyes, at home.


The only thing that saves me from talking to myself sometimes...

The only thing that saves me from talking to myself sometimes...


BlesSingZzz

BlesSingZzz

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Third Eye

@ick


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Fresh from an awesome new set-up in a secret
@ick space somewhere in the big smoke…
inflected with the dubstepped echoes that
rebound all around this beautifully grimey city,
named after the huge infected boil that manifested
smack-bang between the bushy eyebrows of
Professor KeyGun (heard bashing BASSfully hear)…

@ick

(Features samples from John Coltrane’s “Pursuance” in the 2nd half)

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