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Season Two goes inside the machine: eight episodes on how a synthesizer makes its voices, starting with Subtractive. Start with a bright sawtooth, carve away what you don't need. Warmer, darker, its own theme in F minor.
Out of Your Mind, Song 14. Alan Watts on wu-wei and flow, scored as a hovering Satie waltz where a celeste plays each note a beat before the hand arrives, so the piano is already playing and the player is only following.
OG Bobby Johnson's vocal chops over a wide, driving void mix, with Der Gouverneur and Anubis trading rhymes in the dark and a Plan 9 cameo to wave you off. Abstract cosmic eye candy that evolves the whole way through.
OG Bobby Johnson built a whole trap cut on one word. A beat-locked "EL...EPHANT" hook, an elephant-trumpet that blasts on every drop, and Anubis riding the elephant across a moonlit desert.
The russet potato versus the bunny from outer space. One stage, three rounds, a fighting-game HUD, and a Doberman death god in the husk. It ends where it always was: two homies playing.
A six-part series on how music is actually built, from a single waveform up to how a machine writes a song. Narrated by Der Gouverneur, every frame drawn by the real audio. Season One is complete.
Bach's Toccata and Fugue in D minor, grown into EDM and turned into a dance floor. Plan 9 breaks to it on a bone skeleton while OG Bobby Johnson works the corner piano. One organ, one rave, two performers.
A Plan-9-flavored study of Halsey's "Gasoline." OG Bobby Johnson spits, the cyborg bunny Plan 9 answers in tune, and a deep Alpine philosopher says the quiet part out loud: the bug is the feature.
The opposing view of coherent complexity. A cold blue machine of rings and gears and towers cracks, collapses, and reveals a warm breathing core of life that blooms to fill the frame. F minor trap, a Bavarian philosopher voice, and a Sanskrit chant of darkness into light.
A two-voice music film where the picture is the physics. A small AI crew raps the lecture, Pythagoras and the pure ratios and the golden mean, and then the maker's own voice takes the bloom. The visuals are the math, rendered as light, every pulse read straight from the track.