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When I was about 14 years old, (way back in the early 90's) I somehow managed to cobble together a recording studio from a cheapo department-store synthesizer, a 286 computer, a radio shack DJ mixer, a $10 microphone, and a 1970's cassette deck. Using this horriffic assortment of equipment, some teenage angst, and the time available to an anti-social kid, I began producing equally horrific and ill-conceived music for the dubious enjoyment of select close friends.
Over the next ten years, I would go to college for music, quit college for music, buy better equipment, have a professional recording career, buy better equipment, stop having a professional recording career, buy better equipment, attempt a professional composing & production career, before finally giving it up and get a desk job like everyone else.
This site is dedicated to some of the less-horrific music I've made over that time and since. It consists of a few different categories:
The actual Lykwyd Chykyn stuff is mostly electronic instrumental stuff I created using (primarily) Jeskola Buzz back around 2000 to 2004, usually to let off "creative steam" after long days of attempting to write commercially viable material.
Then there are some alternative/synth-pop type tracks I release as Alan D Moore, made around the later part of same time period. Some (though not nearly enough) of them feature the lovely singing voice of my lovely wife, Cara.
Finally, there are odd bits of instrumental tracks of various genres; some are leftovers from trying to sell music library tracks, others are just experiments and doodles.
Hopefully as time passes, I'll put new recordings up, though at present my recording setup is in disarray, my time and energies are scant, and my creative flow is barely a trickle.
Money. Cash. Moolah. Ducats. Semolians.
We all need it. Some have it; others, not so much. These days, it seems like everyone is begging or demanding it from you for any kind of reason. It's tiresome, isn't it?
And let's face it: the Internet is chok full of FREE FREE FREE, both legal and otherwise; so why are you going to fork over your perfectly good taco-night money on some stranger who contributed a few drops in the ocean of free online content?
Maybe you won't. Ok. So be it; I'm not the RIAA, and I can't be bothered to force it out of you. All 36 of the recordings available for download on this site are available for free and licensed with a Creative Commons BY-SA-NC license, which means you're at liberty to give a copy to your 10 (thousand) best friends without fear of a lawsuit.
But before you grab'n'go, consider this:
You love professional recording artists. You put their pictures on your wall. You dress like them. You do your hair like them. You DVR their "rockumentaries" and watch them over and over. You name your kids and pets after them. You buy their t-shirts, bumper stickers, action figures, toothbrushes, frisbees, and endorsed breakfast cereals.
And after all that adoration and worship, you're happy to pay 99 cents to iTunes for one measley DRM-locked audio file that you can only play on a handful of "licensed devices", or $20 to Walmart for a CD with one good song and nine filler tracks that were rescued from Diane Warren's recycling bin.
Me? I don't want your adoration or worship, I don't want my picture on your wall or my name tatooed in unseemly places on your body, and (for your sake) I definitely don't want you to try to look or dress like me. I don't even want 99 cents per track: if you really want my music for free, go right ahead.
BUT -- if you get even close to the same enjoyment from my music as you do from the "professional" music of those rich and famous guys -- if I'm sharing a rotation in your playlist with the multi-platinum gazilionaires who've received their fair chunk of your paychecks and allowances over the years -- well, perhaps you can drop a few dollars in the hat?
If you do, A MILLION HUGE THANK-YOUS! May your biscuits stay flaky and your gravy never lumpy. If not -- well, thanks for listening, and maybe come back after you've thought it over a bit.