I was asked to play a live set of ambient electronic music at the May Asheville Synth Club meeting. Here is video and audio of my performance courtesy of Les Crookshank. Thank you Les, this was entirely unexpected.
I used the following stuff:
- Elektron Octatrack
- Elektron Analog FOUR
- Elektron Analog RYTM
- Roland INTEGRA-7
- Line6 M20d
The mixed and mastered audio is available for free download here:
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