Hi there.

I haven't touched this page in over five years, and I probably won't for another quarter century or so. It would have been nice to see a kind of diary of digital crap I've created over the months, but that will have to wait for Internet 2.0. In the meantime, here is a bunch of old stuff. Perhaps I will find the will power to pepper on some occasional new material. Not that anyone is actually downloading this anyway. This exists for my for my own self-centered nostalgia needs, so I don't know why I bother with presentation. Cheerio.

-Jeremy, October 2004

Video Production

Lust Hate & Pain (4.4MB, 1 minute 40 seconds)
This is a clip from a video I produced in 1994 as an Independent Study at Kenyon college. It was the only time I actually bothered to write a script, and was also my first time using an editor. It stemmed from an idea to show how people's behavior and what they're actually thinking can contrast. The idea was to have three people sitting in a room having an ordinary conversation, and break to show what was happening in each of their minds. There are three parts to it, dealing with sexual attraction, racism, and alcoholism. This is the second. (There are a few odd clicks and skips in the sound. Once I figure out how to fix that, I'll upload more videos.)


These songs are compressed using Mpeg Layer 3 compression, a newfangled technology that allows high quality sounds files to be compacted to reasonable sizes. The newer versions of Windows 98 and above have support for this technology built in, but you may need to download the Winamp player in order to hear these. They are, of course, meant to be play loudly. Wear headphones if needed.

A Children's Story (2.95MB)
I came across this on an old tape recently and decided it must be digitized forever, and eventually sent into space to represent human kind. It's me in 1989, ninth grade, with a friend performing the Slick Rick classic, A Children's Story. I rap, Jermaine beat boxes, and everything is right in the world for 3 minutes and 13 seconds.
Don't Think Twice (2.85MB)
Alright, this really should be sent out to space. Kate Ryan playes guitar and sings the Dylan classic here, and I noodle on the bongos and afuche cabasa. This was probably early 1994, sophomore year at Kenyon. It is on my list of things to do to track down Kate and sit her in a recording studio. The world would be better for it. Time has not been kind to this hacked 4-track recording, but the essence is true.
Four-track #1 (1.54MB)
Upon graduating from college, my mom presented me with a four-track, a device that allows you to lay down tracks (four, in fact) of yourself playing guitar, singing, or mumbling obscenities, in succession. So, you hear what you last recorded and play along with it. This was my first experiment. It starts out with a bongo/roto-tom beat and is matched with a guitar riff that sounds strangely like "Mr. Big Stuff". It gets sloppy, and the fidelity lacks on the low-end, but for a moment there's a good groove happening.
Four-track #2 (2.07MB)
My second experiment, and I think overall a better song. It has a nice intro done in harmonics, and the guitar riff fades in on top of that. The beat kicks in along with a bass line this time, which really fills out the sound. Keep in mind I'm doing all of this with a six string Ovation, my bongos and a shacker--all higher pitched instruments incapable of lower tones. There's a longer jam in the middle that really takes off for a bit, and I like to pretend I was actually playing it live with a bunch of myselves.
Four-track #3 (2.15MB)
The thoughtful titles to my songs continue. I actually came across this one over a year after it was recorded. It's unique because it's done entirely on the guitar and the shaker, which is strange because I usually like to hide my limited string skills behind a solid beat. (You might notice that all of my songs sound like remixes of the same.) It starts out with an impromptu skat, followed by a soft base line and a guitar solo that pretty much takes over the rest of the song. I dig it. Does the kid have soul? You tell me.

3D Renderings

I've always been something of a computer graphics buff, so it was inevitable that I take a stab at creating my own sooner or later. These are presented in the order conceived. Hold your mouse over them for a description, and click for a larger image. The final orange one is a 3MB animation that may take some time to download.
A smoke filled pool hall.
A maze with a lone tree in the center.
I call this Luxo 2000. Anyone get the reference?
Through the magic of computer animation, Abra becomes a sorceress.


Again, you can hold your mouse over these to get a description, and click to get a bigger picture. They were all taken sometime in late '98 or early '99, when living in San Francisco. You can also check out this page for a few more.
Abra likes to look at maps.
In case you're not familiar with Red Wood trees, they're very, very tall.
Abra and me lying on my dusty hallway.
Brett, me, and Abra at a concert in Berkeley.
A picturesque literary moment in Alta Vista park.
Me being stupid inside a trunk at Muir Woods.
Brett looking goofy.
Abra looking goofy.
Abra pauses for thought at the Francis Ford Copola vinyard in Nappa Valley.
Abra explains San Francisco to a red jacket from Twin Peaks.
A cheerful Abra.
I envy her for being so photogenic.
My sister, Lissa, at the Palace of Fine Arts.
A payphone and two weeks in a motel is all it takes to find an apartment in San Francisco, California.
Abra's pretty happy about being able to fit under this tree.


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