We were quite surprised! Not only we have our user base is made of talented music producers, but many of them are also gifted poets! Once again, the overall quality of a cohmpetition was much higher than our expectations. Once the winner was chosen, we had a real hard time to choose the second and third places, so we decided to remove the third place – while adding an additional prize. Complicated? Not that much: Petzi is the winner and gets an ALL-ALL Bundle, while Jussi Vento, Paul and V.C. share equally the second place, grabbing an ALL-Live Bundle each. Four people winning prizes instead of the three originally planned. Last but not least, a big THANK YOU to all you guys who sent some Ohm-poetry, not everyone has the inspiration and the courage to write original content such these, so thumbs up!
Posts Tagged ‘Christmas 2010 cohmpetition
Paul is already cohmpetiting with the poem he sent last week, but he enjoyed so much the art of making Ω-poetry that he couldn’t avoid the inspiration to hit again. Ladies and gentlement, Paul’s new opus, obviously off-contest (aka “hors concours”) just for the art sake:
Aural Massage – inspired by Dub Reggae by Paul from England
tides and ripples of aural massage
soothe the frayed ends of the day
rhythmic, phat pulses of audio honey
with frissons and teases of subtle distortion
and crystalline echoes, impermanent sweeps
gently lift all the tensions away
Sturdy roots of choppy percussion
syncopate just off the beat
woven with streams of Ambient bass
kneaded and mellowed with hints of reverb
soft-padded out with subliminal wool
and physical stress shall retreat
But lo, a laser of sawtooth attack
repeating with sweeping refrain
vestigial bounces with structured degrade
looping across the binaural divide
fuzzing perception of spatial position
caressing all woe from the brain
Scintillant flushes of water-borne noise
defy our mind’s parallax
encompassing, edging and bounding our sound
ebbing and soughing, pushing, retreating
reaching, withdrawing, disturbing, resettling
and our entire world shall relax.
OHM and my music and my DAW,
PLEASE my ears and make me awe,
MAKE me creative, make me happy.
THIS bundle of instruments makes me combine the future and the past,
THE voice of my muse in my head forever will last;
BEST heard with a headset, and best played at full blast.
CHRISTMAS carols, grinding metal, or sweet electro,
EVER since I use Ohm tools, there’s nothing I can’t do.
AND to make music just for fun ?
PICK the right Ohm tool, and make it happen !
ME and my home boys, using the Ohm tools,
UP to sky, we make music with our own rules.
AS the melody is born and gets out of our mind,
A bundle of Ohm instruments will truly make it one-of-a-kind.
WINNER of a Grammy, or only for my pride,
OF all things, music starts with a stride.
ONE after all, the Ohm plug-ins are used,
OF course none of their features will ever be refused.
THE wordplays for the plug-in names, are – if I may
BUNDLES of joy, in an electronical way !
I could never dare to ohmit such a fantastic tool,
WOULD you believe that it makes this musician drool ?
BE happy, oh my muse, and keep on inspiring me,
SO long as the Ohm tools in my DAW are loaded fully,
GRATEFUL will I be, even when dead and buried !
Christmas Cohmpetition submission by Philippe Delrieu from France:
Listen
Listen Listen Listen
Listen to the sound of the world
See
See See it!
Shimmering from the center of your life
Touch
Touch, Touch there!
Put Your finger on this tiny hole.
Silence…
Do you hear it!
Do you feel living, alife, real.
It smell beauty.
It’s like all these silly plugins.
Put your finger on them and you wont ever remove it.
Just to keep this feeling
the Ohm Force
Ohmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Christmas Cohmpetition submission by John Robison from USA
The taste you never get tired of
Living fear was always your strongest suit.
Squirm to avoid the crush of the nazi jackboot.
Hoping things will get better
Wondering what really matters
You make as much sense as the mad hatter…
Sorrow is the taste you never get tired of.
Mr. Gilman believed strange things
We talked a few times in a dream
He spoke of OhmForce in a poetic fashion
Your comments are over the top in reaction
Too late to cancel the transaction…
Sorrow is the taste you never get tired of.
Decay spreads over the tottering cities of men.
The sword is so much mightier than the pen
White is black
And black is white
Dead relatives beckon you into the light
I don’t really want to fight…
Sorrow is the taste you never get tired of.
Christmas Cohmpetition submission by Paul from England:
Rejected by gnohm
There once was a young man from Rohm
Who thought he’d write a flash pohm
He wrote the first stanza,
with sheer eleganza
and thought that he’d produce a tohm
The second verse floh’d from his dohm
through the hair that did not need a cohm
as the fur was so sparse
to brush was a farce
and the skin was all shiny like chrohm
The third felt just like coming hohm
though he knew it was likely to bohmb
though doggerel it were
he felt it was pure
and scribbled it down with aplohmb
He read it to his garden gnohm
who buried himself in the lohm
saying “oh god my head
tell the earthwohrms instead
cos you’ve quite worn out your welcohm”
Christmas Cohmpetition submission by Neil Ewing from USA:
Untitled
I’m broke need some new plugins
to bump in the club and get some hugginz.
if you dont say ohm then fool yous bugging
gots them sweet sounds to cut a rug friends
so if your virtual bump is deplorable
get some sounds that are affordable
them sounds thats sweet sweeter than sweet
almost free, but not cheap
make a tear creep on a ice witch’s cheek
ladies and gentlemen go with ohm
listen to this music geek
<3gcs
Christmas Cohmpetition submission by Jussi Vento from Finland:
Those wild beats
Uh ah
Down the chimney
The old fat
Bugger goes
Screech, scratch
Oh the noise he makes!
Too big of a belly
In a too tiny
A chimney
Fat bastard!
Meanwhile
A young boy
Hears a noise or two
And gets up
Wondering
What might it
Be?
Who dat in
Da fireplace?
The boy shouts!
The ghost of last
Christmas?
Oh my dear
Lord!
Oh but no,
Look!
It’s me main man
Santa Claus!
But why,
Santa, are you covered
In yellow snow?
The boy asks
In an utter
Amazement
Ahhahhaa
Ohhohhoo
Well, my dear
Boy,
You know that
Old Rudolph,
That old buggery
Reindeer
Oh you Santa,
The boy goes
But Santa what did
You bring for me?
The boy wonders
Looking at Santa’s
Old bags
My dear boy,
This is for you.
Ohm my god!
The new predatohm or
The new symptohm
No no
It’s the new
All-in-all!!
The boy runs upstairs
And starts making
Those wild beats!
Oh, happy xmas
Ya’all
This submission for the Christmas Cohmpetition was sent by V.C. from Greece.
Les amants de petit four
I shall see you after Christmas
when the twinkling lights have stopped
at the alley where the choir boys
have woven hymns of Ohm
And we’ll walk along the graveyards
sharing symptohms side by side
with the long departed craftsmen
that committed ohmicide
Then we’ll dye our hair with stardust
write some farewell cards to post
please don’t throw away the garbage
let’s recycle and cohmpost.
Dine our hearts out at the Bellevue
and neglect this sheer douleur
It is meant, we can’t escape it
a so called Ohm-Force Majeure
Now the wines have turned to acid
and our laughter’s turned to fuzz
hope they’ll write it was some poison
not the long expired frohmage
Elusive Inspiration
It left me quite suddenly,
The exact time is difficult to say.
It was near the first day of winter;
That’s when my inspiration went away.
My life went into a tailspin,
An inescapable vortex of bland.
Nothing was as it was before
And no one could understand.
I withdrew inside myself
As the hours became days and days.
So, I thought of several ways to cope
And I pursued them with no delays.
First, I cut off my friends completely.
My normal activities ceased.
But my bouts of misery grew worse.
Their frequency increased.
Then, I went to all my friends
To find out what they thought.
But none of their words provided
The type of feedback that I sought.
The highs were nowhere to be found.
The lows never seemed to pass.
I didn’t comprehend how long
This phase was going to last.
Suddenly, it was over.
My computer was finally fixed.
The ohm force plug-ins were back, and
My creative drought was nixed.
I was back to being a mellow man.
My creativity flowed on and on.
It was great to see their faces again.
Welcome, ohm, my friends…welcome home.