jerohme spye aka joseph meyer

tobacco, subtlety, orchestra

2011-10-13T00:11:00.001-04:00

three word drawings... always fun.

Baltimore Electronic Music Winterfest 2011

2011-02-28T14:52:00.001-05:00

Thanks to my girlfriend Amanda for capturing these on her cellphone
http://www.youtube.com/user/jerohme

i got nothing..

2011-01-13T08:35:00.001-05:00

bandcamp

2010-02-22T18:45:00.000-05:00

<a href="http://spye.bandcamp.com/track/fddssaaa">fddssaaa by jerohme spye</a>

NEW

now using bandcamp for tracks, stay tuned for new album and other bonus material.

nanoprobes, wow.

2010-02-03T10:58:00.002-05:00

yeah this is happening. i'm psyched.

hgjrutduf

2010-02-02T22:46:00.003-05:00

album coming soon, new stuff:

eat me tee

2010-01-31T22:10:00.001-05:00

wehine new in he

2009-09-20T17:45:00.002-04:00

1 hour monster

2009-09-19T12:48:00.003-04:00

i've found this, apparently popular method for concept warm up - the one hour monster. there are quite a lot of cool pieces that come out of this exercise, so i thought i'd try my hand at it. i <3 monsters!

the purpose is to spend 15 minutes on each step:

1 monster brainstorm
2 choice and refinement
3 further refinement / environmental decisions
4 polishing / texturing, etc

GXL yoshi interview NYC : 20081207

2009-09-02T17:49:00.001-04:00

2009-08-23T21:09:00.001-04:00

2009-08-17T10:47:00.000-04:00

yellow sun

2009-08-16T15:24:00.001-04:00

the course is in line and has little lack of hinting at where we are going.
nervous enough to let these signs continue to shine through our feelings.

golden fowl feed themselves. a spider seeks to drag her love.

yellow sun.
second to none for us.
here to say hello.

yellow sun.
we're as one,
charming all of us to show.

the respect that we share is in the air, at least to prepare for a ramble.
our dealings have made me cry, but i've chose to deny the bottom line.

ignored matter of contention.
floored beyond my comprehension.

yellow sun,
head is spun and it's
here to say hello.

yellow sun.
second to none for us.
here to say hello.

yellow sun
we're as one,
telling all of us to go.

laptop dead, desktop instead

2009-08-02T09:18:00.002-04:00

yep crazy, it quit on me. mario helped me out bigtime and i was able to back up my HD, but looks like i'll be sending it off to tech people, probably to replace the processor. ugh. having no mobility is killing me.

on a side note, waking up to thunderstorms is still extremely relaxing and amazing. ahhhh...

voyeur is maniac

2009-08-01T16:38:00.003-04:00

spyee!! do it, see if it's gone yet..

joe had a stove, some furnace, too,
the size for such a hungry crew.
say what you will, it is the meat,
the pie and sinkers, choppers eat

douglas m

2009-07-07T11:52:00.001-04:00

sunday one play lyrics

2009-07-06T11:32:00.001-04:00

innocence we buy now

here i say,
we know,
i know

it is somewhere to go
it is there and no
it decides to fade away
mortal foam i say now
innocence i buy now
everyday we fight now
all the time we fight now

2009-07-03T10:36:00.000-04:00

Letter Seven
Rome
May 14, 1904

My dear Mr. Kappus,

Much time has passed since I received your last letter. Please don't hold that against me; first it was work, then a number of interruptions, and finally poor health that again and again kept me from answering, because I wanted my answer to come to you out of peaceful and happy days. Now I feel somewhat better again (the beginning of spring with its moody, bad-tempered transitions was hard to bear here too) and once again, dear Mr. Kappus, I can greet you and talk to you (which I do with real pleasure) about this and that in response to your letter, as well as I can.

You see: I have copied out your sonnet, * because I found that it is lovely and simple born in the shape that it moves in with such quiet decorum. It is the best poem of yours that you have let me read. And now I am giving you this copy because I know that it is important and full of new experience to rediscover a work of one's own in someone else's handwriting. Read the poem as if you had never seen it before, and you will feel in your innermost being how very much it is your own.

It was a pleasure for me to read this sonnet and your letter, often; I thank you for both.

And you should not let yourself be confused in your solitude by the fact that there is something in you that wants to move out of it. This very wish, if you use it calmly and prudently and like a tool, will help you spread out your solitude over a great distance. Most people have (with the help of conventions) turned their solutions toward what is easy and toward the easiest side of the easy; but it is clear that we must trust in what is difficult; everything alive trusts in it, everything in Nature grows and defends itself any way it can and is spontaneously itself, tries to be itself at all costs and against all opposition. We know little, but that we must trust in what is difficult is a certainty that will never abandon us; it is good to be solitary, for solitude is difficult; that something is difficult must be one more reason for us to do it.

It is also good to love: because love is difficult. For one human being to love another human being: that is perhaps the most difficult task that has been entrusted to us, the ultimate task, the final test and proof, the work for which all other work is merely preparation. That is why young people, who are beginners in everything, are not yet capable of love: it is something they must learn. With their whole being, with all their forces, gathered around their solitary, anxious, upward-beating heart, they must learn to love. But learning-time is always a long, secluded time ahead and far on into life, is - ; solitude, a heightened and deepened kind of aloneness for the person who loves. Loving does not at first mean merging, surrendering, and uniting with another person (for what would a union be of two people who are unclarified, unfinished, and still incoherent - ?), it is a high inducement for the individual to ripen, to become something in himself, to become world, to become world in himself for the sake of another person; it is a great, demanding claim on him, something that chooses him and calls him to vast distances. Only in this sense, as the task of working on themselves ("to hearken and to hammer day and night"), may young people use the love that is given to them. Merging and surrendering and every kind of communion is not for them (who must still, for a long, long time, save and gather themselves); it is the ultimate, is perhaps that for which human lives are as yet barely large enough.

But this is what young people are so often and so disastrously wrong in doing they (who by their very nature are impatient) fling themselves at each other when love takes hold of them, they scatter themselves, just as they are, in all their messiness, disorder, bewilderment. . . . : And what can happen then? What can life do with this heap of half-broken things that they call their communion and that they would like to call their happiness, if that were possible, and their future? And so each of them loses himself for the sake of the other person, and loses the other, and many others who still wanted to come. And loses the vast distances and possibilities, gives up the approaching and fleeing of gentle, prescient Things in exchange for an unfruitful confusion, out of which nothing more can come; nothing but a bit of disgust, disappointment, and poverty, and the escape into one of the many conventions that have been put up in great numbers like public shelters on this most dangerous road. No area of human experience is so extensively provided with conventions as this one is: there are live-preservers of the most varied invention, boats and water wings; society has been able to create refuges of very sort, for since it preferred to take love-life as an amusement, it also had to give it an easy form, cheap, safe, and sure, as public amusements are.

It is true that many young people who love falsely, i.e., simply surrendering themselves and giving up their solitude (the average person will of course always go on doing that - ), feel oppressed by their failure and want to make the situation they have landed in livable and fruitful in their own, personal way -. For their nature tells them that the questions of love, even more than everything else that is important, cannot be resolved publicly and according to this or that agreement; that they are questions, intimate questions from one human being to another, which in any case require a new, special, wholly personal answer -. But how can they, who have already flung themselves together and can no longer tell whose outlines are whose, who thus no longer possess anything of their won, how can they find a way out of themselves, out of the depths of their already buried solitude?

They act out of mutual helplessness, and then if, whit the best of intentions, they try to escape the conventions that is approaching them (marriage, for example), they fall into the clutches of some less obvious but just as deadly conventional solution. For then everything around them is - convention. Wherever people act out of a prematurely fused, muddy communion, every action is conventional: every relation that such confusion leads to has its own convention, however unusual (i.e., in the ordinary sense immoral) it may be; even separating would be a conventional step, an impersonal, accidental decision without strength and without fruit.

Whoever looks seriously will find that neither for death, which is difficult, nor for difficult love has any clarification, any solution, any hint of a path been perceived; and for both these tasks, which we carry wrapped up and hand on without opening, there is not general, agreed-upon rule that can be discovered. But in the same measure in which we begin to test life as individuals, these great Things will come to meet us, the individuals, with greater intimacy. The claims that the difficult work of love makes upon our development are greater than life, and we, as beginners, are not equal to them. But if we nevertheless endure and take this love upon us as burden and apprenticeship, instead of losing ourselves in the whole easy and frivolous game behind which people have hidden from the most solemn solemnity of their being, - then a small advance and a lightening will perhaps be perceptible to those who come long after us. That would be much.

We are only just now beginning to consider the relation of one individual to a second individual objectively and without prejudice, and our attempts to live such relationships have no model before them. And yet in the changes that time has brought about there are already many things that can help our timid novitiate.

The girl and the woman, in their new, individual unfolding, will only in passing be imitators of male behavior and misbehavior and repeaters of male professions. After the uncertainty of such transitions, it will become obvious that women were going through the abundance and variation of those (often ridiculous) disguises just so that they could purify their own essential nature and wash out the deforming influences of the other sex. Women, in whom life lingers and dwells more immediately, more fruitfully, and more confidently, must surely have become riper and more human in their depths than light, easygoing man, who is not pulled down beneath the surface of life by the weight of any bodily fruit and who, arrogant and hasty, undervalues what he thinks he loves. This humanity of woman, carried in her womb through all her suffering and humiliation, will come to light when she has stripped off the conventions of mere femaleness in the transformations of her outward status, and those men who do not yet feel it approaching will be astonished by it. Someday (and even now, especially in the countries of northern Europe, trustworthy signs are already speaking and shining), someday there will be girls and women whose name will no longer mean the mere opposite of the male, but something in itself, something that makes one think not of any complement and limit, but only life and reality: the female human being.

This advance (at first very much against the will of the outdistanced men) will transform the love experience, which is now filled with error, will change it from the ground up, and reshape it into a relationship that is meant to be between one human being and another, no longer one that flows from man to woman. And this more human love (which will fulfill itself with infinite consideration and gentleness, and kindness and clarity in binding and releasing) will resemble what we are now preparing painfully and with great struggle: the love that consists in this: the two solitudes protect and border and greet each other.

And one more thing: Don't think that the great love which was once granted to you, when you were a boy, has been lost; how can you know whether vast and generous wishes didn't ripen in you at that time, and purposes by which you are still living today? I believe that that love remains strong and intense in your memory because it was your first deep aloneness and the first inner work that you did on your life. - All good wished to you, dear Mr. Kappus!

Yours,
Rainer Maria Rilke

can ideological conflict be resolved?

2009-07-01T11:11:00.001-04:00

new site's up

2009-06-10T19:20:00.001-04:00

hooray for change! i created this temporary site, which reflects the new aesthetic i'm going for.

2009-05-24T16:58:00.000-04:00

i'm posting one new original unreleased track every sunday. these will be free for listening and downloading through last.fm; ambient/glitchfolk in theme. enjoy!

olohumaphilum+RRFWE

fish

2009-05-23T10:13:00.000-04:00

fish.mp3

inside out

2009-05-21T17:57:00.000-04:00

inside out.mp3

sowebohemian arts festival 2009 poster entry

2009-05-21T10:14:00.001-04:00

song / sketch of the day.

2009-05-20T16:43:00.002-04:00

posting something everyday no matter what it is. here is an archive of the last few drawings/musics uploaded.

grl.mp3
move_your_hip.mp3
happiness.mp3
warr.mp3

drawings.jpg/gif

db5 fin

2008-11-29T12:00:00.000-05:00

db4 fin

2008-09-04T06:12:00.001-04:00

db4

2008-08-24T22:35:00.001-04:00

db's back

2008-08-17T17:30:00.001-04:00

new site's up!

2008-02-19T05:43:00.001-05:00

wraak

2008-02-15T02:06:00.001-05:00

side project loosely based on fever dreams

knogaps page templates

2008-01-29T21:07:00.000-05:00

been laying these out. almost ready for a day of inking.

c face

2008-01-27T23:25:00.000-05:00

concept sketches of c for knogaps82..

c color

2008-01-24T00:26:00.000-05:00

two new tracks

2008-01-23T22:46:00.000-05:00

need a neti?

2008-01-21T19:41:00.000-05:00

i'm sculpting a head. it has a ginormous nose...

knogaps82 progress

2008-01-14T23:31:00.000-05:00

there's this project that's been in the works for several years with my longtime web acquaintance, (and recently met in person after 8 yrs or so of online relations) Ben Kelley. Ben is the writer for knogaps. it's a story/writing style that i've always been especially fond of since its induction around 2003, but the way things have stood over the past few years has made it extremely difficult to feel inspired enough to make any real progress with the visuals.

now it's starting to really churn out.. and i'm getting goosebumps about seeing it come together. currently i'm reworking some of the treatment to my original page breakdowns and trying to finish up the page sketches. here are some sketches and a page in progress + another page i did back in september of last year (one that i plan on revisiting with some hand-drawn ink). enjoy! more soon..

1<3

2008-01-14T21:54:00.000-05:00

crystal castles

2008-01-09T00:29:00.000-05:00

few more tweaks and it's finished.. need to add some more geometry.

crystal castles

2008-01-07T23:15:00.000-05:00

my friend rick introduced me to their music a few days ago via last.fm, and i love it! so, feeling inspired by it i thought i'd do an illustration of them. i'm thinking about the background being pretty solid vibrant/dark and placing them there kind of mechanically malleable.

crystal castles

too sleepy

2008-01-07T00:58:00.000-05:00

ssssbooom! weee! huh? ehhhhhh.

i like better the uncolored inks

2008-01-05T22:27:00.001-05:00

might work over this one again with new color. i just needed to see it through.

this year is going to win

2008-01-01T08:03:00.001-05:00

sketch of c for knogaps82

and ut

2007-12-27T21:49:00.000-05:00

also this is ut dropping off this group of new inhabitants for a miniature planet.

four full years, ie. happy holidays.

2007-12-27T21:36:00.000-05:00

i wrote this song a while ago and finally finished putting together the lyrics. mp3 is here. not much to say about it.. messy, but i like how it turned out.

four full years
i carry you up all the stairs and i tickle your toe. seeing your breath while we're sleeping and not being cold. having the time of our lives cause we're not being told we're moving too fast. yet we speak of us not getting old.

my thoughts are lost. my attitude makes you feel so low. the poetry's gone. there's no dancing, no fluttering souls. our minds slow down. love becomes simply someone to hold. now that we're done. it's like a dream. there is nothing to show.

more four true foes concepting

2007-12-16T19:59:00.001-05:00

using the pen again on these over some blue lines

this great new...

2007-12-16T19:55:00.001-05:00

me first stream of consciousness piece using my new kuretake brush pen! i love it. i couldn't stop putting lines down.

irma sketches

2007-12-13T09:50:00.001-05:00

engineering drawing for a shipping line advert

2007-12-02T22:28:00.000-05:00

aerial view in progress

2007-12-02T20:06:00.001-05:00

work in progress

2007-11-27T20:45:00.000-05:00

SoC underpainting for a random spaceman from an ut storyline.

seismic street speriment

2007-11-27T15:59:00.001-05:00

mmm timing

2007-09-23T15:24:00.001-04:00

so i'm coming home from the hardware store, exiting 83 and drifting up to a 4-way stoplight at cold spring lane. the car in front of me has a single female hand extending from the driver's side. she's holding a cigarette. almost simultaneously, out from the back left and front right, two more hands protrude, also holding cigarettes. and of course to top it all off, seconds later, a fourth and final hand makes its appearance in the back right. and for maybe 10 seconds all four of these hands were outside of the car at once, all displaying almost gratuitously, their pride and glory - that i will always remember as the smoking four way. i don't think my art does the observed experience much justice, but it's kind of funny regardless. with or without the explanation. who knows.

<3 ai

2007-09-22T22:43:00.000-04:00

ghoam

2007-09-21T20:53:00.000-04:00

douglas breaks

2007-09-18T23:23:00.000-04:00

i don't know why i decided to make these tracks, i guess i was in a strange mood. furthermore, i also created a piece of ripoff art based on my reaction to the music. i've always liked japanese prints, yet within their generally serene atmospheres you can find a good amount of vulgarity.

so anyway, here are two aural sketches featuring the voice of yours truly, in a rare ragga wookie-muppet-esque debut.

as an old japanese man babbling, throwing up on himself and his friends.

i hope you find this as rediculous as i do!

shckbuy
buckshy

db page 3

2007-09-16T23:17:00.000-04:00

db page 2

2007-09-15T15:32:00.001-04:00

db page 1!

2007-09-11T18:25:00.000-04:00

having fun with douglas b

2007-09-10T21:46:00.000-04:00

worked out a revise to the the doug b logo, inked pg1 of the new 6panel "daily" strip

old photos

2007-09-09T19:04:00.000-04:00

pretty awesome when you come across these things from the past. not only do they remind you of the air and state of things, but command a new sense of observation. this picture was always been one of my favorites, my brother took it i think. almost positive, that is, since that appears to be him! i just rediscovered it today in a pile of data discs. what a place for something that brilliant.

..video games

2007-09-04T01:41:00.000-04:00

see you later for now. i'm getting some work done.