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Sunday, February 22, 2009 


Just a quick note to let you know my solo album "Basket Of Stars" is available here:

 http://blueinfinite.com/bos.php

As usual, the album is free to download.



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Monday, October 27, 2008 

Current mood:  artistic
At the end of a street with no houses on the last warm day. In a harvested field in a cold breeze. The sound of farm machines murmur in the distance. Fencelines and wires hum with energy and wind. The insects sing in the fields, the insects are silent after the first freeze.

In each case, arcs of country roads encircle me and spin away into the hills and distance. Drivers and locals wonder who is the stranger in the field.

I'm here, a harvester of the light, to ingather some beauty from the ordinary.

This was October.


A Chronicle Of Lost Sunsets: Two Rituals For Autumn



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Wednesday, September 10, 2008 

Current mood:  relaxed
Hurricane Fay grazed the beach house on Sunday, and left the surf high and the sky clear on Monday.

I was eating Italian food and sipping a spicy Coonawarra Cabernet Sauvignon on the beach while the camera watched the horizon fade and a tussock of sea oats dancing with the breeze.
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Sunday, August 03, 2008 

Current mood:  luminous
Category: Music
These videos, as simplistic as they may seem, are about a number of things.  Most importantly is the "remember to not see through the beauty" manifesto.  But there are other facets.

Loneliness.  Nature.  Electronics becoming organic, or electronics becoming mood.  Negative space.  Patience, and the subtle changes of light, shadow, and color.

In this case, it was a side trip on a lonely Saturday night before a visit to the grocery store. Near the river, near Sylvan Island, in the remains of the industrial age lay this sort of Stonehenge created long ago to worship machines that turned over earth. It's now a wasteland being reclaimed by prairie weeds and small animals.

The music was written around a single, lush, slowly looping string chord. The surrounding music weaves around this chord organically leaving lots of open spaces, with waves of soft rain and wind field recordings binding it together.


Instruments:  Strings & French Horns (Roland Edirol Orchestral), processed Hammond Organ, Electric Piano, Synthesizers (Native Instruments Massive, Spectrasonics Atmosphere), drums

Music written and performed by Terry Skaggs July & August 2008
Video by Terry Skaggs in Rock Island, IL, August 2, 2008

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Thursday, July 17, 2008 

Current mood:  inspired
Category: Music
After the unrelenting cold of my last Chronicles installment I thought I would go to the other side.

Antipode.  The opposite side of a planet.  From December's snow to a land of Forever Summer.  From a riverside to the sea.  From dusk to dawn.

At 3:30am I woke from my falé beneath the cool of Tumutumu mountain on the American Samoa island of Ofu and made my way outside into the quiet dark.  I followed a road along the shore, Crux, the Southern Cross, my only companion just over my right shoulder.  Onto a starlit beach and up on a large lava bolder, I sat and waited for the light.

And soon the stars faded and the color returned to the world.  The planet turned from the cold night of space and warmed its blue oceanic face in the light of its yellow sun.

Somewhere it was snowing in wintertime, but not here.  Somewhere the was sun setting into black and white night, but not here.  Somewhere there was a war, but not here.  Somewhere was someone with whom I could've shared this simple but abundant bounty, but not here.  Somewhere else I would've slept late, but not here.  There was only the quiet day awakening and unfolding from the firmament above the mirror of the lagoon just for me, just for today.

For this was the ordinary yet unique morning of December 27th as I experienced it alone on a forgotten and far distant shore.


Video recorded December 27, 2007
Music recorded July 13, 2008
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Saturday, July 12, 2008 

Current mood:  thoughtful
Category: Music
The downloadable (and free!) version of my music for Prenzie Player's "Life's A Dream" is now available on my website here:

http://www.blueinfinite.com/elsueno.php

This download also contains the music I wrote for the end of the first intermission which was recorded during production week after our director JC Luxton asked me to extend the music he'd selected for that point in the show.  Since this piece was written and recorded at the last minute I was unable to put it on the CDs we had at the show.

I've also added a mix of what the rest of the first intermission would've sounded like if I had been asked to score it with all original music instead of the film music JC used for the first nine minutes of the intermission.  This is manifested in the downloadable version of the album as several minutes of new soundscaping to score the transfer of Sigismund from the tower to the palace.  That's right . . . even though the show closed two months ago, I've continued to work on it right up until this week!

More information is on the blue :: infinite website.

Enjoy!

--Terry
http://www.blueinfinite.com
http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=689983557
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Wednesday, March 19, 2008 

Current mood:  rejuvenated
Category: Art and Photography
The Fog Structures - Nos. 1-6
Photographed the morning of Tuesday March 18, 2008

 

   


"Fog Structures" title borrowed from John Foxx
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Friday, February 29, 2008 

Current mood:  artistic
Category: Music

My new ambient/experimental album "Evocism" is now available as a free download here:

HERE

Feedback, as always, is appreciated!

--Terry
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Wednesday, December 12, 2007 

Current mood:  mellow
Category: Music
There was no sun any longer, there was only the cold and the pale, dead, shadowless light of a fading day.

The stillness was all-consuming. The cold wrapped around me like the clothes of a dead man. Near dusk on another anonymous Monday, I pointed the camera east, for the sky was only chalk and ashes from horizon to horizon above a world bled of its colors.

I was by a river, but it slept in stillness deep in an ice-blanketed bed. Near a backwater, I hid from the cold in my car and kept the engine running as my camera filmed the stillness. The car was parked in a city at rush hour, though there was no movement or traffic anywhere to be seen.

Later, as the sky began its slow bruising to periwinkle night lividity, I collected the camera from the stump (I have no tripod), paused to capture some photographs of the dead woods, and headed for home to compose music for an ice box. Music for an approaching snowstorm. Music of a dying piano, echoing and decaying in a frozen field, distant, distant. Music that would be like the tolling of a great bell in land where time has stopped.

An somewhere inside me it would be music for a dream of running away to a far, warm place and where I'd only have to remember the winter.
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Monday, November 12, 2007 

Current mood:  sad
Category: Music
The hills were hollow all around. October had ended and history slept in flooded graves everywhere, crowned with stone dissolved by time.

All those philosophies, all of those theories, all of those rich men and paupers, all equal, all finally without questions, without answers. Subjects became objects, people became waxen pupae in vaulted chrysalis, disremembered bulbs which flowered cold stone, eternal and ultimately forgotten.

The wind was frost as the dark blanket of October came down from the far white stars. As the camera absorbed these moments I wandered alone on the crescent limb of Halloween, the promise of morning too far away to even imagine.

There were no dreams. There was only the dark beneath the trees.
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