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  7^th/_{19   Σ}27.649   Sep 11th 2022 3:03am

This was pretty fun! Trying to capture a feeling of vastness, excitement, fear and awe.

All custom timbres, save for a few of the drums; edited with SoundDiver. Captured from hardware, though it actually sounds a bit better in munt for this one.

I also noticed that a couple of the sounds are fairly altered, depending on which variant is used— the 1.07 mt-32 "old" firmware vs the later hardware revisions.. It must have been annoying to program and compose for this synth on commercial projects.. so many inconsistencies are present between the versions.

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Here is a little narrative snippet which was floating around in my head as I worked on it:


Our team had been planning the trek for over a year, working out the logistics on weekly video calls, during the narrow window where our respective timezones overlapped. We knew from the start that some of us wouldn’t make it to the top, since the amount of gear each of us could realistically carry had to withstand past the point where it could it get them back safely, if anything failed or broke. But every one of us had the hope that luck would be with them, that their equipment would hold long enough to get to the safe zone, where they could complete the grueling final ascent, to the very peak of mount thirty two.

Many of us met for the first time at the RIA (Roland International Airport), jet lagged and surging with nervous energy. After the the trucks were loaded, some of us drank and sang and made a mess of ourselves. It was our last night to feel a semblance of ease, before embarking on the most daunting undertaking of our careers. We all knew full well, just how much danger was ahead, that the odds of success were not remotely in our favor.

The morning of the trek, words were hardly spoken, just the practical necessities. Marta kept laughing quietly to herself, Jo kept their eyes closed during the whole ride, seemingly closing off from the reality until the moment when it was actionable. I peed myself a little, from the potent mixture of giddy anticipation and absolute terror.

As we turned the last corner of the absurdly steep mountain roads which lead to the pass, the peak showed revealed for the first time— a jagged shard of pure silicon, piercing the clouds above. An even quieter silence fell, as the sobering reality became completely tangible to each of us.

After final satphone calls to our loved ones, we were underway.

The last traces of the truck engines faded and all that remained were the crunch of our boots in the snow and the the wind, blasting fiercely through gaps among the icy crags.

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