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The following music NFT is my initial response to Jean Baptiste Camille Corot's ‘The Evening Star,’ recorded on Mar 3, 2023 via voice memo at a private residence in New York, NY. The cover art is a sineprint (a graphed room frequency response) of my room there.

Here is a poem to describe my audio sketch:

A touch of nostalgia, I plucked into my strings,
And melodies flowed, like forgotten things,
Her palm extended in the breeze,
A gentle wave, as if to appease.

A hand held up to the sky,
To catch the evening star up high,
A scene from daily life,
Mostly gray, but not in strife.

For in those quiet moments still,
When the sun sets and time stands still,
We feel the most, emotions raw,
A touch of beauty in what we saw.

So let the strings play on and on,
A symphony of life's sweet song,
And let us grasp those fleeting things,
Like a touch of nostalgia, plucked on our strings.

Does it make you feel anything? It was written by the large language model ChatGPT when I prompted it with my thoughts on this audio sketch. I thought it was neat.

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Contract Address0x2782...841e
Token ID20
Token StandardERC-721
ChainEthereum
Last Updated1 year ago
Creator Earnings
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Evening Star : for COROT

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The following music NFT is my initial response to Jean Baptiste Camille Corot's ‘The Evening Star,’ recorded on Mar 3, 2023 via voice memo at a private residence in New York, NY. The cover art is a sineprint (a graphed room frequency response) of my room there.

Here is a poem to describe my audio sketch:

A touch of nostalgia, I plucked into my strings,
And melodies flowed, like forgotten things,
Her palm extended in the breeze,
A gentle wave, as if to appease.

A hand held up to the sky,
To catch the evening star up high,
A scene from daily life,
Mostly gray, but not in strife.

For in those quiet moments still,
When the sun sets and time stands still,
We feel the most, emotions raw,
A touch of beauty in what we saw.

So let the strings play on and on,
A symphony of life's sweet song,
And let us grasp those fleeting things,
Like a touch of nostalgia, plucked on our strings.

Does it make you feel anything? It was written by the large language model ChatGPT when I prompted it with my thoughts on this audio sketch. I thought it was neat.

This collection has no description yet.

Contract Address0x2782...841e
Token ID20
Token StandardERC-721
ChainEthereum
Last Updated1 year ago
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