It’s often a dangerous thing to play with someone elses fire, which is why everyone here at the Mixter is an Alchemist at heart.

In this colaboratory relay mwic started with his 6/8 sample, I took the baton, listeing to the offerings of Kara Square, Speck and Apoxode, and choosing to create a narrative that evokes the mystery of their achievments with a hint of wizardly account. As they say, playing with fire…..

80bpm
Speck has shared that it may well be in the key of C

May you be graced with the light!

This is not a remix, I used mwic’s sample as a loop for the pell, but it is not fully produced, as you will soon hear.

Kara’s take
https://ccmixter.org/files/mindmapthat/69958

Speck’s take
https://ccmixter.org/files/speck/69951

Apoxode’s Take
https://ccmixter.org/files/Apoxode/69963

Spoken Word:

I’ve come to the conclusion that my early experiments
were rudimentary at best, and in almost all cases
caused more chaos than perfection.
From the black void of my naive exuberance came many monstrosities
Frankensteins that failed every conceived moral and ethical code
came to life both in reality and in my imagination.
Like Schopenheuar I did not believe in God.
Will without wisdom finds unpredictable outcomes.
Treasure sparks like flint and stone in the cavern of ones mind.
When they catch fire they burn like bonfires.
Demons dance in the shadows.
I choked on the black smoke of my naivete, until the oxygen ran out,
until I fell from the towering heights of logic and reason into despair.

The will of my imagination is strong. It was never put out.
It burned brighter with each disaster.
Until I became a monster of my own making.
As the snake eats its own tail, the snake grows longer and more hungry.
The child I once was turned into the alchemist all feared.
The fire that once sputtered and spurted in the depths of my cave
now glowed both day and night.
In the Carpathian mountains I built my laboratory.
The animals shuttered and fled.
No one in their right mind would come there then for I had lost mine.

In the pursuit of the light I created a black hole.
A vacuum created by desire.
The depths I reached were intoxicating. Limitless. Powerful.
At my pinnacle moment all was mine.
The universe could no longer support the foundations of my achievement.
In the final collapse my will was extinguished,
and a white light cracked open in the sky.
Albedo, the whitening, was achieved. I cannot take credit for it.
Grace or chance I will never know. I was my fault. It was my folly.
It was not of my making. If you choose this path,
Take care. In my footsteps you must say goodbye to innocence.
Mostly it is loss which teaches us about the worth of things.