the icicle works-as the dragonfly flies The clearest example of how immense they are! Singing, playing the guitar, and the synth (on the side) isn't exactly simple stuff, you know.
 
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OSCILLATORS AND SYNTHESIZERS, LADIES AND PIONEERS..
The last guest could only be her, Wendy Carlos, born Walter in 1939, who underwent gender reassignment surgery in 1972. A graduate in piano, she met Robert Moog and collaborated with him on the development and refinement of various models of keyboards, especially polyphonic ones. Technically, and not just as a musician, she offered the great inventor development possibilities, including commercial ones, for the Engineer's instruments.
She is the author of seminal albums for all electronic music such as "Switched-on Bach" and "The Well Tempered Syntesizer," where she demonstrates the applications of analog synthesizers (late '60s-early '70s) within the strictly classical context, replacing traditional instruments with the synthetic sounds from her keyboards while not sacrificing the necessary virtuosity for performing the pieces. Her rigorous approach, bordering on perfectionism, captivates and inspires numerous future pioneers of electronic music, both in the classical field and in the upcoming technopop scene, from Isao Tomita to Jean-Michel Jarre to Brian Eno, plus dozens and dozens of other famously wealthy names far more than hers.
She hasn't appeared in public or given interviews for years, and her tracks from the albums under her name have also been, at her express request, removed from YouTube.
Therefore, I feel compelled to post a more spoken than visual video featuring the Artist being interviewed. Every clip related to her on the Tube includes performances, even of excellent quality, but by her epigones, not her originals. So, good luck, and seek out her two stunning CDs mentioned above, beasts.
 
Squarepusher – Nervelevers (Official Audio)

Is this the D*ealer*D givsto!
Pt. II
 
OSCILLATORS AND SYNTHESIZERS, LADIES AND PIONEERS...

Islas resonantes, Eliane Radigue

Eliane Radigue (1932). For twenty years, she has been creating exclusively in acoustic, always adhering to minimalist stylistic elements with influences of Musique Concrète, but the Lady revealed her talents as a sound and sensation researcher after getting to know the Buchla synthesizer and then the ARP Odyssey and other analog polyphonics in the early '70s. Before that, much experimentation at the highest levels. The encounter with meditation and the disciplines of Buddhism, including music and sounds, became crucial, leading her to conceive her works as a unique whole of music-spirituality-religion.
 
Changing of the Guards #ziapattiroules (14\14) the voice matters. End
 
I 100 singoli più piazzati negli anni 70 (dal 5/12/69 al 20/1/80) by radiocorriere tv

for those who were there, it's an extraordinary dive into the past
 
Everything comes in pieces.

Do you love me yet?
Fucking prove it.
Try to ask yourself:
Are you really different?

Know that your life is more frightening than writing a song.
It's an action of fractions you're passing along
And these oceans of emotion will crash once they hit the shore (I promise you)

And it's the closest I will get to sincerity.
Every praise I make just looks so fake and crude to me
And it's the closest I will come to purity.
Simulations never follow me.
QUESTA è FORTE
Blondie - Fragments (Official Audio)

My heart is made up of pieces.

Do you get it yet?
Can't you see through this?
You know all too well
You cannot make things perfect.

No, I'll be shifting through lists of these possible loves
With this pain in my brain. It feels scattered like doves
Though the sky where my eyes have been drifting towards recently

And it's the closest I can be to egocentricity.
This overwhelming sense of rejection will sneak behind and tear at me
And it'll slam me to the ground into reality
And I'll deal with my disparity.
My heart is made up of pieces.

Do you get it yet?
Can't you see through this?
You know all too well
You cannot make things perfect.

No, I'll be shifting through lists of these possible loves
With this pain in my brain. It feels scattered like doves
Though the sky where my eyes have been drifting towards recently

And it's the closest I can be to egocentricity.
This overwhelming sense of rejection will sneak behind and tear at me
And it'll slam me to the ground into reality
And I'll deal with my disparity.
My heart is made up of pieces.

Why don't you love me now?

This is where I fall down shattered on the floor
As I'm swept around with a million more
Pieces of myself I once learned to lose
Though it never helped me forget the truth.

THE TRUTH.

Do you love me now?
 
 
Crossing Over Preview of the new LP coming out in March