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coolfog - Me expressing my love for music.  
By coolfog 
Genre: Ambient
Weighted Rating: [2 Votes, 3.75 Stars]
Views: 1,669
Featured Review
TheBuyer [3/2/2011 4:42:07 PM EST]
Score: +20
Garry came to me tonight in a powerful vision too.
Liner Notes
Babar Klunj [10/25/2010 4:27:58 PM EST]
Score: +0
right on coolfog
CoolFog (song submitter) [10/25/2010 4:23:43 PM EST]
Score: +0
Call your mom. I am simply going to keep on making music.
Sputnikov [10/25/2010 11:39:34 AM EST]
Score: +0
i need to call my mom...
CoolFog (song submitter) [10/25/2010 3:09:56 AM EST]
Score: +0
I just listened to it again. I think it is one of the cleanest songs I have mixed so far. I really don't think it is bad at all. I guess I am my own biggest fan.
CoolFog (song submitter) [10/25/2010 2:58:46 AM EST]
Score: +0
Cobain you should make a song about it and then put it on Red Fizz. Keep trying Cobain I don't really find anything inspiring in your comments. You seem to think your comments are entertaining. I find them boring but I guess they must entertain you. I will put up some more songs soon. So I hope you have some more material and please make it more interesting.
Cobainsaxsolo [10/25/2010 1:12:54 AM EST]
Score: +1
Garry came to me tonight in a powerful vision.

Since hearing this song, this mesmerizing friedjazz0001, I feel I have been swept up in some kind of trippy psychic vortex powered by forces way beyond my limited understanding; like friedjazz0001 plucked a string on the universe's cosmic guitar and I have been involuntarily dancing like one of the pied piper's helpless mice, incapable of stopping, of wanting to stop; letting the melodies of the multiverse just lead me to dimensions more real that the realest real this reality could ever muster, brohammers and hammerettes.

I can only imagine what friedjazz0002 could do to me and the universe. But I digress.

Anyway, in this dreamquest I just went on, I stood at the end of a long, deep and resplendent corridor. It was dark but somehow it felt like regal, a gilded. It had no beginning and no end, sort of like friedjazz0001. So Garry shambled toward me along this corridor, and it was as if we were starring in a movie made for us, by us, to be performed for all eternity.

When he existed, Garry leaked. So in the dream he left this trail of ooze behind him. I wanted to run to him, to my obscene-affront-against-nature-dead-retarded-mutant son, but I was frozen, paralyzed, moreso than usual, by the inexplicable dictates of the dream world. This of course was excruciating for me as each step in his tortured lumber, in this, this hellish crab-crawl, toward me seemed an eternity. I wanted nothing more than to roll to him. Oh to hold you once again, Garry!

Anyway, Garry had his cute little plastic synthesizer around his neck, each key a bright, fun-color, smudged with his supparating excrata. He suddenly stopped in front of me, and with a passion that was almost human, played friedjazz0001, the whole thing, down to the last pointless warbling sound that serves no purpose other than to make a sound that is unpleasant to any living thing.

Upon finishing the song, my horribly deformed retard monster abomination of a son looked at me with such feeling (I stepped back because I remembered that look usually just meant he needed to feed) and I whispered, "I love you...." He scuttled in a figure eight, leaped in the air twice, and slammed his head against the wall four times. That was his secret language for, "Garry love mother too." And then he vomited.

He kneeled down in the rancid gut-waste and scrawled a mysterious message that I managed to catch a glimpse of before I was thrown into achromatized wakefulness. It's a message that, as I sit here typing furiously, trying to make sense of my life post friedjazz0001, remains emblazoned in my mind's eye.

In his own phantasmagoric barf Garry wrote one word, over and over, goFlooC, goFlooC, gofLooC...
Sputnikov [10/21/2010 8:55:15 PM EST]
Score: +0
CoolFog (song submitter) [10/21/2010 7:40:31 PM EST]
Score: +0
For those that like my music my new stuff should be more original as some of the tracks I am doing I am just getting used to some new gear and trying new things.
qualcomm [10/21/2010 7:09:42 PM EST]
Score: +0
songs like this make me want to reinstate rejection reasons
CoolFog (song submitter) [10/21/2010 2:40:36 PM EST]
Score: +1
I would like to hear your son's music it probably is almost as good as your own music Coabain.....oh I forgot you don't have a band......
unklespaz [10/21/2010 1:02:10 PM EST]
Score: +0
that's really deep... I appreciate the heartfelt story - awe
Cobainsaxsolo [10/21/2010 12:03:49 PM EST]
Score: +1
This song really got me choked up. It's not often I think about my other life as mother. This isn't easy for me to explain; to talk about this part of "me." It's difficult to talk about with people who are an intimate part of my life, let alone strangers on a website. But I will do my best.

I loved my son, Garry. Although there was strong and vocal group of bio-ethicists who opposed the use of that word for the unspeakable horror that issued forth from my curdled womb, I loved "him" as if it were a full fledged member of our species. They said it shouldn't have lived more than a few months. But they didn't know the sustaining power of a mother's love.

As most of you know I am a wheelchair-bound lesbian. But before that, I was a mother. Oh God, was. And while what came out of me that day was an abomination before nature, I loved it, so much. It's brain was both the size and shape of a peach pit, sure. And the malformed skull that protected that peculiar brain was a stomach churning collision of warped plates coming together improbably to create one of the most grotesque heads nature has ever designed, I'll concede that. Ok, atop that head was a erratic scattering of tufts, the consistency of Brillo and the color of a rotten eggplant, sort of like what you might imagine Grimace's pubic hair looking and feeling like, but he was mine; Garry was mine.

Instead of language, it/Garry had his own alien method of communicating through a combination of gurgles, incohate howls, and a sort of spastic, leaping semaphore. I remember the primitive idiot-dance it would perform when it wanted its favorite toy -- a little synthesizer I got him.

Anyway, he composed a piece of music almost identical to this one (I thought Garry's was better, but that's a mother talking) the day he died on this 3rd birthday. So that's why this song hit me so hard. It reminded me of the music my horribly deformed, devastatingly retarded (practically) brain-dead toddler son made when he was dying.

Thank you for the memory.
Ruud Slingerland [10/18/2010 3:35:11 AM EST]
Score: +0
Rated 2.5 stars
the guitar samples are cool, but I think you failed to make a homogenous work out of it, I like the psychedelic sounds but I'm missing direction composition wise. It has got promising sounds but I get the feeling that there's more work to be done
unklespaz [10/17/2010 11:54:11 PM EST]
Score: +0
I agree.... I want the vangelis style suite from you sometime soon
CoolFog (song submitter) [10/17/2010 11:31:30 PM EST]
Score: +0
Thanks for the comments. In my effort to get better at mixing I do fall short in some areas. There are some good videos on Youtube which I watch and gain tips from.
unklespaz [10/17/2010 10:23:37 PM EST]
Score: +0
GREAT GRAPHIC too Imight add
unklespaz [10/17/2010 10:23:07 PM EST]
Score: +0
if it was a crayon drawing: I'd put this on my fridge and call it equal to Picasso
qualcomm [10/17/2010 10:04:13 PM EST]
Score: +0
god you people are too polite.
unklespaz [10/17/2010 4:35:33 PM EST]
Score: +0
Rated 5 stars
cat on keyboards would have gotten a feature vote from me 5 1/2 stars and good good tones and I like the warmth
beastia [posted during evaluation]
Score: +0
i dig the ambient synth thing, but it's toooooo loud. EQ it or something. Put some bowed guitar in there perhaps? Lots of cool ideas, but it's a mess and nothing really works together. The drums are cool.
Babar Klunj [posted during evaluation]
Score: +0
I get the feeling that you are still playing with your toys, but haven't quite figured out what to make of them. You have progressed quite a bit over the last couple of years, but it it seems it's all still in the "what does this button do" stage. There are some interesting moments in this piece though, especially when it gets a bit more dissonant. Looking forward to more.
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