Better late than never. Autumn clouds was released at x2004 in Holland. Please watch the real demo, here is help of to how to do it: http://www.jonatanforsberg.net/krams/c64/c64help.htmHas she vanished from the picture just like the clouds disappeared? Is she still there, on the border between one world and another, although hard to discern? Am I the audience, is she, or are we both aware of eachother? Is she watching me and does the the lighthouse keep pace with her heart throbbing, as it did with yours in Walking Man? The idea of a body morphing from one end of the screen to the other emerged in my mind when I tried to flee the overwhelming lack of stimuli at the work I had to endure the past thirteen months. This happened to coincide with one of my recurring times of cloudwatching. Perhaps Autumn Clouds will encourage you to take some hours off in order to watch the greyscaled plasma effects of the sky. Credits for the demo are as follows; four individual artists, no groupname added: The audial masterpiece, named Ocean, is made by Stefan Uram whom also is known as Orcan. On HVSC it says it is from 1996, and my first encounter of it was in an issue of Driven from around that time. In an email however, Stefan told me the tune was a few years older. The birds in the sky and the charset is created by Joe, James Svard. His brother Ed, Eddie Svard has helped me out with ideas and done the programming. The pictures are made by me, Macx, Jonatan Forsberg and are based on a some photographs I shot an evening on the beach at Klagshamn, south of Malmo. The woman portraid is Mimmi who flew to London just a few days ago. She will spend the coming three months at Camden College of English, and I am pretty sure she will get as much out of it as I did. Thats where I learned the difference between toil and loiter. And cheap and sheep for that matter. Despite the similarity and resemblance, atleast in a symbolic way, Mimmi has in no way vanished from the picture of my life. In a week I will fly into Glasgow in order to travel the United Kingdom for a couple of weeks. Yet another adventure. For me, now, they are essential. Visit friends and make new ones. Facing the world. Then a week in London with Mimmi and after that I will meet up with DCMP in Eindhoven a couple of days before X. The Van Abbe Museum and perhaps a pre-party with Jazzcat and Vengeance in Amsterdam who is flying in from Australia for the dutch event. After the scene bonanza I am meeting up with two friends in order to travel the countries in Europe often referred to as eastern Europe. Many of them are now part of the EU, but I have only up until in a bit more than a month been in Prague. Embarrassing, almost. New experiences preparing me for the spring semester and the clouds I will be watching then. The discussion at CSDb about the demos released this summer at LCP gave me some inspiring thoughts. It is interesting to see how the scene around this old machine evolves. As a platform for creating art it has got its limits, why it is needless to establish the boundaries even closer. Atleast in my humble opinion. Do not be afraid of releasing easy done effects, as long as they tell us something. We are creating with references to our history, but also in a contemporary scene. Todays artists may be interested in other things than the artists ten or fifteen years ago, even though, or perhaps because of, many being the same people. I agree to disagree with the ones who know who you are in Camelot, and I fully respect your point of view. Both opinions are vital, as are everyone else's, in a living demoscene. Being danes, on each side of the strait, I know you should not get me wrong if I raise a glas of brew and commend you Camels. And all the other people engaging in producing art on this machine. Demos or post-demos. Scene or post-scene. Sometimes in the morning it can all be so lucid. Just as if the night has been spent on contemplating. Waking up with all the philosophy set. Reaching the beyond, floating. Thanks to Richard Linklater for his Waking Life. Take time to watch it, think of it, and watch it again. The rain is often more pleasant than the scorching sun. Today the sky is filled with clouds. Nothing blue visible. Only spots of darker grey in the different shades of white. The trees on the market outside my window are now dressing in autumn colours. The traffic fights the wind and moist, just as the people selling summer fresh fruits from all the corners of the world. I listen to Brian Enos Ambient four On Land. The room is filled with A Clearing, preparing for Dunwich Beach, Autumn 1960. In a few weeks time I am planning on travelling to Dunwich Beach on the south east of England. I have an urge to listen to Dunwich Beach, Autumn 1960 at place in autumn this year. And as I will be in the area, I might aswell. The greetings this time are going to the ones mentioned earlier in this demo and to: Sledge, Taper, Slator, Zzap, Puterman, HCL, Hein, Zarch of Danish Science, CMP, Mermaid, Blackdroid, Autoboy a.k.a Frasse a.k.a Frantic, Graham, Hollowman, Tranziie, CBA, Elwix, Oxidy, Poison, RaveGuru, Cyberbrain, Fungus, Jeff, Heavyhead, Gigabyte, Joyride, Kingfisher, CreaMD, Dane, Dino, Maktone, Vinzi, Ranz, Razor, Stash, Deev, Zyron, Iopop, DeeKay, Rough, Yaemon, Natas of Fosie BBS, Celtic, Coolhand, Uptonogood, Jucke, Scratcher, Phaseone, Twoflower, Zealot, and, of course, all the unmentioned, whom are not forgotten. Outside the rain has started to fall, convincing us all that it really is autumn now. The summer is over and so be it. Just as there will be a dawn tomorrow, there will be a late spring turning into a summer. But first the slow pace of the winter. It is all so beautiful really. Like the waves in Orcans tune. Close to the circular movement as we know it. Walking in the rain down at the water is what I need just now. My own interactive piece of something can be reached at www.jonatanforsberg.net. We all have different needs for our creative output. Now it begins. Yann Tiersens La Terrasse. The floating starts. It is all becoming brighter. Words no longer have a meaning. A strive for nothingness has after many small steps become reality. I guess it is all a goner, but start of something I cannot control. Orcans tune taking over again. A slow flow. The secure sound of the waves. They will certanly be there tomorrow, and the day after that. We are often reaching points, beyond the spoken or written, that we can grasp. Save those moments. Now let the waves carry you. +++ Jonatan "macx" Forsberg, September twenty oh four @
