Melodies you can hum and/or whistle with rhythms that'll get your head nodding, your feet tapping along.
Please allow me to embellish and elaborate to help guide you in, style-wise. Realized from a timeframe of my late teens to shortly before my 23rd birthday, the music is high-quality, sometimes lo-fi, but always representative of my personal creative expression and unique eccentricities. (And not even close to my total historical output - heck, if I could find where I left some of my old cassette tapes containing prepubescent recordings! - but I digress, and all of these are finished works from initial idea by brainstorm to the end of the applicable process.) Some of them you may have heard before (bits 'n' pieces), but the overwhelming majority you haven't, as they've been unreleased until now.
That's almost 16 hours of Torley-techno music for you to enjoy. So yesterday, I started blowing off the pixeldust and digging through the data, and came up with no less than 230 FULL tracks that I had mixed and mastered before my ears went bad, provided for you in the ever-popular MP3 format for your luxurious convenience. But as I alluded to, the past has a funny way of coming back to get ya, and thoughts have occurred to me that what I once saw as a curse became a blessing in the due course of time's passage, much of which I have blogged about and am still compiling as lives - both my First and Second - go on. It wasn't that I'd given up hope - much to the contrary, in fact - I simply wanted to stop looking back so I could keep looking forward. It was several weeks ago that I decided to shut down my synthesizers and pull the plugs, nullify the juice that had powered them for several years continuously. Memories recorded in cold 1s and 0s, yet played back with the warmest of tones and evoking positive emotions. When I faced my fears and came back to the towering treasure of sonic wonders I had once lived in, I discovered that much to my surprise, even with the pain ringing through the sides of my head, that not all had been lost: hardly! Now, while I cannot continue to produce music in the present, what I have done - past work, established history - still stands and is recorded on many gigabytes of digital storage. The air was acrid, the skies a sullen gray. Yesterday, a particularly meaningful one struck me, and led me to travel back to this city in my neuroscape, braving the distance along the way and the harsh climes that were no longer welcoming. (To be continued.) But every so often, I was tempted to see if the figurative fires had actually incinerated everything permanently or if there was anything, anything left at all. That career was left behind like a city in flames, with me taking on a new existence in the online world of Second Life as "Torley Torgeson", and subsequently, as my daughter "Torley Jr." from a future timeline. With that mechanical sensibility has always come a human responsibility, however, and it carried me far until all that ended for me in May of 2004 when I was struck down by hyperacusis and my ears no longer worked as they could or should or would. I want to release a great deal of what has been built up, to cleanse myself of past trauma, and to be able to walk on into the future with brighter, more open eyes - and a smile reflecting the happiness inside.įor over two decades of my life, I had aspired to be a successful composer of music, primarily electronic and TECHNOlogical in nature, hence my favorite term "techno music". There is only so much tension that can build up in someone before an unhealthy type of self-destruction, that lethal kind of implosion from within that crushes the spirit and breaks a person, happens: I prefer it not to come to that and have opted for an overwhelming catharsis instead. Learning to let go is a difficult thing, and actually letting go can be even harder.
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