#Stereophonic sound

[courseyoulovemeyoudontknowme]

Fantasia (1940, Sam Armstrong, James Algar, Bill Roberts, Paul Satterfield, Ben Sharpsteen, David Hand, Hamilton Luske, Jim Hadley, Ford Beebe, T. Hee, Norman Ferguson and Wilfred Jackson)

23/03/2025

[droughtofapathy]

Best Sound Design of a Play: Ryan Rumery, Stereophonic

[musicandoldmovies]

Hoover - A New Stereophonic Sound Spectacular

The band originally called themselves Hoover, but later changed their name to Hooverphonic after discovering other groups were already using the Hoover name and to avoid any legal issues with the vacuum cleaner company.

[originalharmonysalad]

Stereophonic Space Sound Unlimited - The Flawless Ms Drake (2021)

[brookbee]

ngl this song has been keeping a permanent residence in my brain for a hot minute

[robin374]

alastor x daughter reader angst If you do, you will be very happy. The reader does not know that he is his father and when he finds out, Alastora will be very angry. PLSSSS

ehem thanks <3

𝔊𝔢𝔱 𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔶 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔪𝔢

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯 : Alastor x Reader, platonic

𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰: Hola. I got too carried away sorry if it's too long. BRUH I JUST FINISHED AND I PASSED THE WORD LIMIT, let me just do a part 2 LMAO

Back when you were alive, you were an orphan. You couldn't remeber who your parents were, but you were angry. You were angry at everything and everyone, if they didn't love you when you were born why didn't they kill you? Was it necessary to abandon you? You didn't want to meet them and start over again as a happy family like your friends at the orphanage dreamed. You wanted to meet them so you could make sure you never talked to them again. Then, when you died, you wandered around Hell. You didn't exactly have a house, you just strolled around the city, maybe even killing someone to let your rage out. For someone who had deer resemblace you were quite agressive, to be honest.

You had died young, in your 17th birth to be exact. You bumped into a group of drunk men, they were drunk enough to pick a fight against whoever crossed paths with them, and you happened to be there. You just didn't survive. You may had born crying knowing nothing about life, but you died with that youth rage and you blamed it on your unknown parents.

One day, you were sitting on the floor reading a book you stole time ago when someone stopped in front of you. You didn't lift your head, you just flicked your gaze to the black dressing shoes and red pants that the person was wearing. "What do you want." You didn't ask, you demanded. "I...I have been informed that you were alone and homeless. So, I've decided to give you a room at my hotel, The Hazbin Hotel!" It was a girl's voice, the Princess of Hell's voice. You recognized her from seeing her singing around the streets not long ago. "Why would I want to go there?" You asked closing the book and putting it inside your bag. "It's just a hotel with a porn star and a pathetic victorian snake. I would prefer to sleep next to a rat with rabies than that, so, thank you but no, thank you." You started to walk away from her, you didn't even want to see her face. You knew you just had been mean to Lucifer's daughter, but she didn't even seem like it. You scratched a spot near your antlers, since you became a demon you didn't manage to get used to them. Then, a shadow appeared out of nowhere and it transformed into a tall man, who smiled at you.

"Now, that's not the best way to talk to someone, sweetheart." He said, his voice was accompanied with a stereophonic effect, it sounded like the radio you used to have in your room when you were alive. "Do I know you?" You said as you straightened your back to look more challenging. He just laughed, which clearly offended you a bit. "You should."

How did he manage to smile for so long? You couldn't remeber the last time your lips drew a genuine smile on your face. You were always with a frown on your face, angry, furious. "You seem to be quite the rebel, aren't you?" He said and before he ruffled your hair you flinched away. "Don't touch me." You hissed. "Ooh the fawn is angry," he laughed causing you to frown even more. "Where is your mother? Did a hunter shoot her?" He smiled even more -if that was even possible- you clenched your teeth and your ears curved downwards, you were trying so hard to not to hit him right then and there, who did he think he was? "Okay, let's calm down. How about you come to my hotel, stay one night and then you decide if you want to stay or not?" The princess smiled, her smile was kinder. You scoffed, "if that means that you won't bother me anymore, alright." They started walking down the street with you, it was the first time you walked with someone by your side. You expected it to be a silent walk but you were wrong, the blonde girl talked you about how she planned to redeem a lot of demons when she got the proof that they were able to do it.

While you were walking up the hill that led to the hotel, your gaze fell on the radio tower coming out of one side. You didn't pay attention to the strange Zeppelin or the huge letters that spelled 'Hazbin Hotel' you just looked at the radio tower. You heard a radio static near you, you didn't pay attention to it though, thinking that it was the coming for the tower. Once you were inside, you were greeted with more people that you thought. Of course, the porn star Angel Dust was there and wasted no time in flirting with you not even knowing you gender. "Oh you're the quiet type? Let me see what that mouth does, pretty please." He pouted and you raised your brow. If that was what he wanted, he would get it. "Get the fuck away from me." You said, shoving him away. Then, you heard a deep chuckle and you turned to your side, you noticed a black cat with wings laughing at the white spider. He had a bottle in his hand. Charlie, made you greet everyone there, but her brows frowned in confused way the moment she didn't find someone called Nifty.

You were about to walk towards the bar when you hit something with your foot. You heard a high pitched voice laughing and telling you to hit her again. You stepped back from the small woman with a scared face and your ears curved downwards. "Hi! I'm Nifty, I clean." She quickly climbed up your body and stopped at your face, her big eye looking intensely at you, you swore she could read your mind. "You are very young to be dead, what happened to you? Oh! What's your name?" She shook you, she was surprinsingly strong considering her small body. "Tell me everything." She growled. "My name's Y/N." You said, and ignored again the radio static, had it been sounding this whole time?

After greeting everyone, you told Charlie that you wanted to rest and she showed you your room. You closed the door and let your body fall in the bed. Even though you didn't want to admit it, you had the feeling that this couldn't be as bad as you thought. It had an old-fashioned aura that made you feel at home, somehow. You hadn't felt like this for a long time, you were always running away from demons that wanted to kill you, harass you, make a deal with you... You were at peace here.

PART 2 HERE

I AM SO SORRY

[vgprintads]

'Star Fox'

[SNES] [VENEZUELA] [MAGAZINE] [1993]

"STAR FOX is sure to be an instant hit on SUPER NINTENDO. Our exclusive new Super FX-chip in STAR FOX delivers an in-game experience like never before. The THIRD-DIMENSIONAL experience is intense. Stereophonic sound features REAL VOICES and SOUNDS. You are FOX MCCLOUD, leader of the STAR FOX squadron, a highly trained force set to fight back against the evil Emperor Andross' terrifying invasion. Behind the powerful controls of the ARWING FIGHTER, your quick reflexes, teamwork and a little bit of luck are all that stand between the return of peace to the LYLAT SYSTEM and a dark age of oppression. You'll be breathless as STAR FOX soars, climbs, dives, maneuvers through the atmosphere, asteroid belts, city streets and endless space." ~Machine Translation of Ad Blurb

Source: Club Nintendo (Venezuela), July 1993 (Vol. 2, #07) || ScanClubNintendoDB; Anonymous (via The Internet Archive)

[d-criss-news]

Best of the City: The 17 best things Time Out New York editors saw, ate and visited in 2024

At a time when most new Broadway musicals pitch their tents on existing intellectual property, Will Aronson and Hue Park’s enchanting sci-fi romance stands out for its originality—and its humanity, which is not what you might expect from the tale of two obsolescent androids who connect at a home for retired robots. Michael Arden directs a pitch-perfect production that stars Darren Criss and Helen J Shen. These are the droids you’re looking for.

The 10 best Broadway shows of 2024 (and 3 worst)

2. Maybe Happy Ending

It's ostensibly a dying battery and a moment of desperation that moves Claire (Helen J. Shen) to knock on Oliver's (Darren Criss) door — and though that may not sound like the most romantic conceit, that mix of circumstance and fate kickstarts the alluring atypical love story at the center of Maybe Happy Ending. The refreshingly original sci-fi musical sees one Helperbot aid another and just like that, neighbors become reluctant friends become more. It's a love story as sweet as can be, bolstered by easy chemistry, luminous performances, and wondrous set design. With impressively integrated technology, the musical makes clever use of time and space, tugging at our heartstrings with ease and lulling us along with its dulcet tones. It's delightfully awkward, playfully tender, and liable to fill your eyes with tears because above all, Maybe Happy Ending leads with heart. —SR

[gay-art-vibes]

Guys Sarah Pidgeon is in Stereophonic Live on Broadway, and it’s making me want to write a short where Leah is secretly in a band or sings so that’s my plan for my next writing sesh.

Go check out the insta (stereophonic play) there’s some vids and it sounds awesome.

Thanks to @jimalim for eternally keeping me updated on this because I always miss the posts

[queerfortress2]

Can we get sniper hc for a reader who has adhd and atoms a lot (for some reason I’m fixated on Australia rn so he just comes with it ig)

im gonna assume that says stims???

AFTER NOTE: TUMBLR DELETED THE WHOLE THIJG I HAD TO REWRITE AND IM SO TIRED- mod medic

ADHD!READER X SNIPER

AUTISM + ADHD DUO OMG WHO SAID THATTTT

i dont think he minds as long as you dont jumpscare him while hes in his little scope world. tunnel vision is a real thing, you know. he really cannot pay attention to you when hes paying attention to his job, and you running in loudly or hopping, or repeating a phrase out of nowhere might startle him into believing youre a spy.

outside the field i think he finds it endearing, he doesnt like much talking, so you doing all the talking actually helps him. hes quite a good listener when he isnt stressed out of his mind, and I PERSONALLY THINK he has his own little stims related to his gun. tapping the scope, flicking at the magazine, the works.

will not admit it though good luck trying

he also doesnt mind you having some stereophones, as long as he can hear what youre listening too. he finds the tiniest noises more irritating than the louder ones, mostly because in his job he needs to watch out for the littlest of movements, and the quietest of sounds. what hes looking for is only slightly above the ambience of the room. so he finds anything in that specific range to be offputting.

if you share a special interest i think it’s honestly doomed. one moment you’re talking in his sniper nest and another you are now in the new mexican nature looking to spot certain species of wild snake. he just enjoys certain topics more than others is all. (denials)

[musicandoldmovies]

Hoover - Inhaler

From the album A New Stereophonic Sound Spectacular

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Crystal Palace & Niko Sasaki (College AU)

Crystal Palace, who normally spent these parties taking drugs she shouldn’t have, purposefully ripping apart her friends’ relationships by revealing who was cheating on who, and getting into catfights by the end of the night, all of which was just in an attempt to feel something, had done nothing but lay opposite Niko Sasaki on a bedspread, staring into her eyes and just fucking talking until 3 a.m. in the morning.

It shouldn’t have been fun. It should have been boring as all hell.

And yet Crystal could not pull herself away, because Niko was the moon herself, captivating as a mirage in a desert, a Fata Morgana doomed to fail if she even once found herself foolish enough to look away.

If Crystal Palace had her way, she would never peel her eyes away from Niko Sasaki and her ramblings about film studies and botany and her roommates and the temperatures in the Marianas Trench and the history of queer representation in cinema and cannibalism as a motif and why dandelions were not weeds, Crystal, seriously-

It was a babbling brook, a mess of noises and words, Niko constantly nearly dozing off from the pleasantness of the high before jerking herself awake with another abrupt subject change made somehow seamless by the steadiness of her lovely voice.

Sure, Crystal probably didn’t help herself when she ran her fingers through Niko’s hair, catching silver strands between her red nails. But god, could anyone help themselves when Niko Sasaki was laying next to them, looking up at them with those warm ink-dark eyes?

-aletterinthenameofsanity, sorry, but i fell in love tonight (is there somewhere you can meet me?)

Speaking the same language You were running around in my brain Then you sent me your message

You said I wanna get lost with you It's the only thing I wanna do Get out of my mind with you So come on over

-Stereophonics, I Wanna Get Lost With You

@idliketobeatree @tragedy-machine @nix-nihili @tumblerislovetumblerislife

@anything-thats-rock-and-roll @every-moment-a-different-sound @pinklemonslices

[goodluckclove]

Migration Patterns Snippet: Edgar's in the Ghost Zone

Fuck it, since it's Edgar's birthday I figure I'd give you the rest of the scene that snippet I just posted is from. They are having a terrible time. Also Levi is here and he is not doing a great job of making this less weird.

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Edgar opened their eyes and saw a sky of flickering, misshapen stars hanging above them. They took in a breath and it felt – wrong. It felt incomplete. A stereophonic song played with one speaker broken.

Where were they?

They sat up and took in the environment around them. It was immediately nauseating. It was a rotting kaleidoscope that shifted everything around them at odd, uncertain intervals. Edgar groaned and closed their eyes, sickened by the phantom sensation of their stomach churning. They were detached from themselves – even more so than usual.

Once again, they asked themselves: where were they?

They worked themselves onto their feet. This was a huge open space they were in, wherever it was. Ground – broken, but certainly a ground of sorts – stretched as far as they could see. Above them the air had a shifting, oily quality of countless different colors. Prismatic. Opalescent.

Edgar recognized the residue of magic when they saw it. They’d just never seen it quite so vivid before.

Eventually they ventured to speak. “Scott?” They called out.

The voice they heard was not their own. But it was, wasn’t it? It was just an old voice, a ghost’s voice, one they forced themselves to forget and yet recognized immediately.

Edgar touched a hand over their mouth. Their face was hairless, the skin soft. They looked at their hands, small and far less damaged.

They grazed a hand over their scalp and felt their hair, so short that the curls could barely start to curve. Just as it was when their mother still cut their hair growing up.

No. Please – please, no.

“Oh my god,” Edgar whispered, voice cracking.

They felt themselves start to break inside. Because suddenly, and with such lucidity they felt idiotic for not realizing it before, Edgar remembered what happened. They remembered how they got to this place. They remembered everything they lost here.

“Oh god,” they breathed, childish voice breaking in a whimper. “Oh – oh my god.”

Scott kissed them on the forehead. He apologized and promised to find them again, smiling all the while. And then he left. He left with that hellish mockery of the human shape, that mimicked attempt of humanity that understood the silhouette and the concept of eyes and really nothing else.

Eddie screamed at it until their throat tasted like blood and bile. Years of anger broke out of them all at once. They made every cruel, violent, horrible, threat that they could think of – all words that Scott treated with a stony sadness and the human shape didn’t respond to at all. And then they left.

Scott left.

But Eddie didn’t leave, did they?

They clutched their hands against the sides of their head. Something between a sob and a choked scream escaped their clenched teeth. Their knees buckled and they dropped to the floor.

Eddie never left. They were abandoned to an endless nightmare and they never got out. Something had to have broken inside them so profoundly for them to forget for so long.

Or was it even that long at all? What if decades flashed by in a matter of seconds? What even was time here, anyways? What was anything?

Edgar heard themselves start to laugh. The sound was shrill. Desperate. A different type of weeping.

A new presence made itself known with the sudden disjoint of a bad edit. Edgar froze when they felt the odd, non-physicality of being steadied by a force they couldn’t quite feel.

“It’s okay,” a man’s voice assured them. “I got you, buddy.”

The presence started helping Edgar up with a familiarity that made them numb and disgusted. They waited, though They waited until they were as stable as they could be, upright with their feet on solid ground, before suddenly snapping completely.

They flung themselves forward to run. The presence yelped, startled, and grabbed them back.

“No!” Edgar screamed, wrestling with the arms that worked to clutch them in place. “Don’t touch me! Get off me!”

“It’s okay,” the man continuing, trying to soothe while clearly shaken. “I get it, it’s not great –”

“I’ll fucking kill you! I’ll kill us both I’ll burn this whole place to the fucking ground –”

“Oh...oh, kid, that’s –” the voice stopped suddenly before picking up, more genuinely confused than angry. “Are you...biting me?”

They were. As soon as they saw the flash of an arm in front of their face Edgar locked their jaw just below the wrist and dug in tight. They were shaking their head from side to side like a rabid dog finishing off freshly-caught pray. Edgar slowed the motion when the voice questioned them, but kept their teeth tightly clenched.

The bite felt like nothing. Still, it was contact and some sort of pressure, and Edgar would have to die before they let up.

“Wow,” the voice murmured. “Boy, you – you’re really biting me. You’re a biter. That’s crazy, I never would’ve guessed.” It went silent and gave its arm a hesitant wiggle. “I – um – hate to tell you this, but you lack the prerequisites for you to be able to actually hurt me here.”

Edgar scowled around the bite. They tried to dig their teeth deeper into the flesh. Katy once insisted that the human jaw could bite through a finger like snapping into a carrot. They didn’t believe her then and they still didn’t now, but if she was willing to believe something like that they had to imagine they would be able to cause some damage.

But at the same time, they were small and weak. Even smaller, and even weaker.

“I’m a friend, okay?” The voice tried to insist. “You’re Edgar, right? If you’re Edgar, then that means you don’t even really know me. So – so maybe I’m not a friend, but I could be, huh?” He shook the arm Edgar still clutched onto again and let out a soft sigh. “I’m nice. I think I’m nice. I’ve been told before that I’m pretty cool. One person says that and it might be a fluke, don’t get me wrong. But I can think of at least four people that have said that. Four or five,” he swallowed hard, finishing barely above a mumble. “Upwards of seven.”

Edgar spat out the arm to make their words clear. “What are you talking about?” They hissed.

“Oh! Hi! Thanks. Um…” The voice held him tight. The arms looked were a lot stronger than they looked from what Edgar could see of them. “I’d love to put you down now. But you can’t try and run. I don’t think you know how to navigate this place, so if you’re lost...that’d be awful. I’d hate that. A lot of people would, I’m sure.”

The voice didn’t speak after that. Perhaps feeling Edgar start to relax, the tension undoing slightly in their shoulders, their breathing level – he slowly let go of them and took a step back.

Edgar could run.

They didn’t run. They turned around and looked up at the man that rambled so eagerly.

He was a taller figure, broad chested and dirty-blond. But his hair was tousled and shaggy. There was stubble etched on his cheeks. His dark blue eyes were rung with shadows.

This wasn’t the image from the photos Edgar had seen so far. There was no questioning they knew who this was, no denying that this was one more ghost apparently insisting on making himself known.

“Doctor Kaufner?” Edgar asked.

The man’s eyes widened slightly. He broke out in a grin and made a weak, sheepish laugh. “Man, that’s –” he made the laugh again, like someone narrowly avoiding a near-death scenario. “Don’t do that. I’m not a fan of how hearing that makes me feel. You can totally just keep calling me ‘Dad’.”

He must’ve seen Edgar react the way they did as soon as they said that. Levi’s cringed, baring teeth, and raised his hands as if ready to keep them from running again.

“That’s weird,” he said it again, forcing humor. “That’s weird! Why did I say it like that? I shouldn’t…” he pressed his hands to his eyes and started over. “My name is Levi. You can just go with Levi. Please don’t run away again, I promise I’m not a scary person.”

Levi watched for Edgar to respond. Edgar forced themselves to blink, even though they realized they really had no need to. They stared down at the surface beneath their feet. It looked like clouded glass, yet gave under their feet like soft soil.

They looked back up at Levi and met his questioning, pleading gaze.

“What?!” Edgar shouted at him.

[thinkingimages]

Francois Dufrene – Ouvre Désintégrale 3CD-Box

Previously issued in 2007 as a 4LP box set, this first edition on CD also includes ‘Crirythme pour Tinguely’ as bonus track, and a 24 page booklet including two essays by Dufrene, the biography, the complete discography as well as original photos of various performances from the 1960s and 1970s. Edition of 350 copies. 

Francois Dufrene could be considered the younger of the first generation sound poets. Already in the Lettrist group when he was only 16 years old, with his own style marked by an hyper-powerful voice. In 1953, at the age of 23, he became Ultra-Lettrist, starting his first crirhythms by overpassing the alphabet in the perspective of the physical improvised scream. With the crirhythms sound poetry enters for the first time in the factory of projective sounds. In the beginning Dufrene uses the tape recorder only to document his creations.These recordings show him that through the tape machine his poems could reached deeper and wider creative dynamics. Since the mid-1950s the tape-machine becomes for him a poetical and experimental tool and Dufrene fully develops its potentials with stereophonic recordings as well as with the superimposition of his crirhythms. The loudspeakers amplifies sounds while the microphone captures even the most detailed concrete sound produced by his voice. The physical tempest he produces is a real concrete electronic sound attack. Dufrene produced primitive, brutal poems opening the path of vocal sounds to contemporary composers: it’s known that Pierre Henry was deeply inspired by Dufrene. The anthology presented here includes 10 crirhythms from different periods dating from 1965 to 1976, plus ‘Crirythme pour Tinguely’ (first issued on a 7″ single included in Revue AXE No.2 in 1975 and not available on the alga marghen 4LP anthology from 2007).

Also included is “Osmose-art”, a long piece from 1969 divided in two suites where Dufrene superimposes his crirhythms to classical music. A similar technique was applied a few years earlier adding jazz music (specially drum and percussion pieces) to poems marked by strong Lettristic esthetic. Two of those “Lecture-collage” dating from 1965 are presented here, as well as two “Comptinuum” from his early on-progress works started in 1958.

Francois Dufrene also developed unique performances, with live reading of his written text. The most famous is ‘Tombeau de Pierre Larousse’, published in 1958. This is a work half way between the written text and the sound poem whose unity is achieved through Dufrene performing it. It’s a masterpiece of synthesis of active poetry. “Eryximaque, suite choreographique au Tombeau de Pierre Larusse” is also included in this anthology.

Apart from the crirythmes that Henri Chopin issued on his Revue OU disc magazine and a few short pieces issued on obscure sound poetry anthologies in the end of the 1960’s, Fran?ois Dufrene work is practically unavailable. This 3 CD anthology, conceived by the Dufrene himself as a 3 cassette edition privately issued by Guy Schraenen in the mid-1970s (only a handful of copies made), includes only previously unpublished sound works that finally fully documents the creativity of such a radical artist.

Ouvre Désintégrale

[faded508]

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Люблю всех и каждого, кто слушает хоть одну из групп, исполнителей, это не полный список того что я слушаю, дальше писать лень...