Resurrection

I mean, if you’re going to have a tireless and uncomplaining grunt programmer to take on the scutwork, you might as well apply it to tasks so fiddly and tedious you’ve been putting them off for the best part of a decade.

Screenshot showing Nebulizer, Muckraker and Frobulator running on multiple lanes in AUM.

Moribund no more. My decrepit audio effects apps Frobulator, Muckraker and Nebulizer have been dragged kicking and screaming into the AUv3 age. Mac versions are available now for direct download. iOS will be available once I’ve slogged through the App Store submissions rigmarole. Alas Claude can’t yet take on that tedious scutwork.

Penultimate

I enjoyed Sweet Mambo. It’s entertaining, oh so characteristic, often beautiful. But sad.

Not in the moment, always, exactly. There are landmarks of fun, excitement, hilarity. There’s a lot of yer actual dancing — not always guaranteed in Tanztheater. Beautiful dancers. Gorgeous billowing set. Lovely music. But the abiding impression is just so achingly sad.

Hindsight is tricky. It’s hard to keep track. But I’m almost certain her last piece was more upbeat than this, second to.

Also. Tangentially. I feel like I have seen Cafe Muller more times than I possibly can have. It’s confusing. I’m confused.

Lily & Jane

I watched the hockey show, of course. With a fair bit of eye-rolling at first — it is quite trashy, especially early on — but it won me over. It has heart.

Apparently I’m as much of a sucker for sappy wish fulfilment gay romance targeting disenchanted straight women as— well, the next middle-aged homo, I suppose.