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Ryan DeRamos is a co-founder of Mutiny Universe, a member-manager in DeRamos Group LLC, and plays in a rock band called the Society of Gloves. He likes a lot of things, thinks about lots of stuff, and does whatever he can with the time he has. You can also find him on Twitter.
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Waiting for 2010 #93: Faint Zombie Sounds in Stereo
Librivox 4Th Anniversary In Stereo by Ryan Deramos
Five days ago, LibriVox celebrated its fourth anniversary and released a community podcast to commemorate the occasion. Embedded above is the stereo mix of my contribution to the worldwide celebration of LibriVox volunteers (since LibriVox usually deals with mono audio). It's not much different than the mono mix: My voice is slightly to the left, the guest speaker's voice is slightly to the right, and the zombie noises are panned here and there. The audio still clips at times due to my hurried use of a compressor and EQ in mixing, and a limiter during mastering. In any case, just download the entire 50-minute program, filled with heartfelt - whether serious or silly - messages by my fellow volunteers.
By the way, the LibriVox catalogue database includes my slowly-growing, public domain, audiobook discography. I am slowly learning that my decade-plus experience in multitrack music production (in other words: an oftentimes slow recording/editing/mixing/mastering process) actually hinders an effective LibriVox experience (in other words: recording/editing/mastering/uploading longer works as cleanly and as quickly as possible). There are volumes and volumes of the written word in the public domain, and we're trying to produce audiobooks for as many of them as possible. I've probably written this before about LibriVox: If you like to read out loud and/or you enjoy listening to audiobooks, please consider volunteering some of your time as either a reader or a proof-listener (or both). LibriVox is one of the last flamewar-free, and tyranny-free, environments on the Internet. This is remarkable, due to the fact that our volunteers are diverse in virtually every way possible: Region, dialect, accent, language, nationality, culture, gender, age, vocation, religion, political ideology, computer platform, etc. The LibriVox forum's prime directive of "Be nice" essentially prevents our volunteers from sullying themselves with squabbles over trivial (but significant elsewhere!) differences. The rare and anomalous appearance of a Web-troll is usually handled with effective kindness. Besides, all of our volunteers are united in the task of producing public domain audiobook gifts to the world (at least for those who can understand human language), and possibly to the universe (if we can only figure out how to broadcast beyond the stars!). In other words, it's Utopia.Comments [0]
Waiting for 2010 #79: "Summer Evening" by John Clare #LibriVox
Summer Evening - Read By Ryan Deramos by John Clare
Today's special blog entry has been redundantly posted at both Posterous and Blogger, as well as ridiculously linked to at both Facebook and Twitter.
The mp3 embedded above (hosted on Posterous' servers) is my recording of "Summer Evening" by John Clare, read for LibriVox, and in the public domain. It will be a part of this week's LibriVox Weekly Poetry, where several volunteer readers record the same poem. This collection will then be "published" together (hosted) at Archive.org and catalogued at LibriVox.The frog half fearful jumps across the path,
And little mouse that leaves its hole at eve
Nimbles with timid dread beneath the swath;
My rustling steps awhile their joys deceive,
Till past,--and then the cricket sings more strong,
And grasshoppers in merry moods still wear
The short night weary with their fretting song.
Up from behind the molehill jumps the hare,
Cheat of his chosen bed, and from the bank
The yellowhammer flutters in short fears
From off its nest hid in the grasses rank,
And drops again when no more noise it hears.
Thus nature's human link and endless thrall,
Proud man, still seems the enemy of all.
I produced this recording on a summer's night, full of summertime crickets merrily chirping in the darkness. Ironically, of course, I used one of my SoundSoap plug-ins in Pro Tools to remove the crickets from the background. "Proud man, still seems the enemy of all," indeed.
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Waiting for 2010 #72: "When First I Came Here" by Edward Thomas #LibriVox
When First I Came Here - Read By Rd by Edward Thomas
Today's special blog entry has been redundantly posted at both Posterous and Blogger, as well as ridiculously linked to at both Facebook and Twitter.
I'd like to dedicate this poem, which is in the public domain, to my friends who recently gave birth or are expecting to do so in the near future. The poem is "When First I Came Here" by Edward Thomas, read for LibriVox.org by yours truly:
When first I came here I had hope,
Hope for I knew not what. Fast beat
My heart at the sight of the tall slope
Or grass and yews, as if my feetOnly by scaling its steps of chalk
Would see something no other hill
Ever disclosed. And now I walk
Down it the last time. Never willMy heart beat so again at sight
Of any hill although as fair
And loftier. For infinite
The change, late unperceived, this year,The twelfth, suddenly, shows me plain.
Hope now,--not health nor cheerfulness,
Since they can come and go again,
As often one brief hour witnesses,--Just hope has gone forever. Perhaps
I may love other hills yet more
Than this: the future and the maps
Hide something I was waiting for.One thing I know, that love with chance
And use and time and necessity
Will grow, and louder the heart's dance
At parting than at meeting be.
When interpreting the written word, especially poetry, I either over-think or under-think the author's intended meaning and usually create my own (inaccurate) interpretation. That's art for you. The content of the poem probably deals with life issues, but I doubt it has to do with the joy of welcoming life (even though - earlier in this post - I dedicated my reading to my friends who are new or expecting parents). Some (most [all]) of the lines are pretty heavy. In any case, I just felt that the first line "When first I came here..." was somewhat relevant.
My recording of the poem is also in the public domain. It will be a part of this week's LibriVox Weekly Poetry, where several volunteer readers read the same poem, and this collection will be "published" together (hosted) at Archive.org and catalogued at LibriVox.
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