Cassini died yesterday.
Not a big deal, a machine meeting its demise so far from home.
I followed her, she took my hand and showed me many wondrous things.
She will be missed and suddenly outer space is a small place again.
This is the last picture Cassini took before plunging to destruction. epic.
What could stop a guy from writing? I must know because I stop all the time. Sometimes, I just don’t want to express what is on my noggin’. Gets pretty messed up in there at times. Everything just seems not-quite-real enough to try and sketch out impressions and depictions; odd, but happens all the time.
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Finally bought the Moog Theramini. I can get it to respond to my presence in interesting ways. The recordings are done in studio, the Theramini is routed through Ableton Live used as both source and sidecar input. So far this is proving to be the right tool for the stuff I am into. I think the cheesy side can be significantly “matured”.
