"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*.)

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

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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?

Fingers of Light

Plain Lovely

Dor Beetle

Black Slug

Fugging Famished

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

Sir Real Eyes, at home.

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

BlesSingZzz

@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)

sounds sourced from the
physical imagination of the body
and its context in the clutter of our room
poetry of wind-glass and wine-chime
slam hammer twang kissquelching
spontaneous chatter splatter burp
smile chance and consequence
sit-down dance naturally
evolving compositions

( ( ( Sir Real Eyes – BrainBowZzz ) ) )

1. (There is a place in the centre where we live in) Peace
2. A Poor Excuse for Telepathy
3. Okareening
4. Wonky (Gone too far)
5. Milk in the Fountain of Whispers
6. Meducation
7. Love Your Whole Bits
8. Hey Baby
9. Remix
10. Wet My Whistle