What does your website sound like?
Posted on 23. Feb, 2010 by jessekg in Music
The Ashcan sounds sorta like this
Have you ever wondered what a website would sound like if you could convert it into music? No? Well, me neither, but since the interweb is a bottomless cesspool of wonderfully useless information created by people who really need less computer love and more, you know, people love, now you can. Thanks to a nifty little program called CodeOrgan, which is about as random and fulfilling as the Jersey Shore nickname creator, but possibly way more complex. Yay! See what the very best of the web sound like after the jump.
- Everyday the Toronto Star is becoming more and more like the National Enquirer, which given the latter’s recent Pulitzer nom, maybe that’s not such a bad thing, except of course that it is a bad thing. Recently in a quest to be more American the Star relentlessly covered created fabricated scooped Toronto ex-mayoral candidate Adam Giambrone’s so called sex scanadal and polluted it’s pages for weeks with it (what?! He’s 32, not married, with no kids AND he had sex with a 19 year old?!!? The horror). While I thought a Star search for Giambrone would be ALOT longer given how much it beats things to death, it was surprisingly short, but not so surprisingly, it was also sparse, sad and rather lonely. I was hoping more for of that ’70s porn soundtrack vibe, but given Giambrone’s political future, this was equally as effective. (Plug this link into the CodeOrgan page to see what I’m talking about).
- When you search Perez Hilton for slut, then proceed to page 50 of the search results (yes, 50, he’s that classy), you get what sounds like a really cheesy night club beat in the background, and one note being hit over and over and over again for the melody. Basically pointless filler that is so annoying it’s impossible to ignore no matter how hard you desperately try to. Hmmm. (Here’s the link to plug into to CodeOrgan)
- And of course, this fine website, otherwise known as The Ashcan, was a rambling, never ending blur of lousy beats and synthie, out of tune melodies that sounded like they came straight from the dance floor of a 30 and older swingers club in Linz, Germany, circa 1993. How perfect.
You get the idea. Try it yourself and kill the next five minutes of your life before killing the rest of it reading meaningless blog posts about random stuff like computer programs that make music from websites.
