Peter Blasser

So we are now at the page of peter blasser who designs the instruments of ciat-lonbarde, shbobo, tocante, ieakul f. mobenthey, and so on. They are currently available at patch point If you are interested in publishing portions (sound, images) of the old site, please get in touch.

sidrassi

Some Repositories For YOu

⬤ SHBOBO ⬤ ESP_CAFE ⬤ CLAWYER ⬤ SUPERCOLLIDER ⬤ SKETCHUP ⬤

Some Manuals For you

⬤ CAFETERIA_MANUAL ⬤ NORTUBE ⬤

Some Articles For you

⬤ Masters_thesis ⬤ backup ⬤ Oval_Synth ⬤ Solar_Sounders ⬤

Coloring Projects

⬤ Computer_Music_Coloring_Papers ⬤ Ciat_Lonbarde_Coloring_Book ⬤ Deerhorn ⬤ Deertick ⬤ Runes ⬤ Songs ⬤ Spells ⬤ Trashnite ⬤

Songs

⬤ otsink ⬤ din_datin_dudero ⬤ the_mono ⬤ AV_dog ⬤ dont_b_distrbd_by_the_presence_of_wire ⬤ the_tube_thru_which_you_squeeze_ur_jelly_ass ⬤ goodbye ⬤

Links

⬤ blogspot ⬤ youtube ⬤ instagram ⬤

Poem


coco jibral
I enter my ghost into the cocolase,
the cocolase dances its tube,
that thru which I squeeze,
am stuck forever bent by the multo wheels
and free spinnet balls of the sidrassi.
Sidrassi spin, not grinding but wobbling
through Nodemesnes' meaning jelly.
Most fields of the jelly are empty,
or filled with papers scraps, cat hair, crayons, and lots of candy.
Nodemesnes meant that the meaningless jelly is unreal.
So you have not truly arrived at the ancient areas of the jelly,
even when you hear scraps of the whispers and warnings made in the darkened house:
sine pellatio felliniarum
muni cassadi
killers
you -- joseph

Nodemesnes said “people can’t dwell in my meaningless jelly unless it’s real – when you squirm through it to a clearing where you hear alien voices, these are your own voice transposed to the darkened house. The sidrassi shatter your path thru the jelly, bending you into a field of trash and paper scraps.”