By Rob Beschizza at 7:40 am Wed, Jun 8, 2011
WOW. I love the original version of the song and its video as well. I intentionally stayed away from the remixes, afraid that they would be poorly done and affect my opinion of the original track. This is a gorgeous remix and a really wonderfully appropriate video to accompany it. Love it and share it around!
“Images of broken light which
dance before me like a million eyes,
they call me on and on across the cubiverse”
Is it just me, or does the original version of this song (see http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UBkw8QQsE8w, starting at 1:03) sound like a slow version of Jelleestone’s “Money Can’t Buy Me Happiness” (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4rNBDQvQ-9c)?
I’m guessing the clip is likely Minecraft-inspired…
Nice video, though the screen is still stretching and bending for me after it is over.
I share your wobble.
Hopefully this will inspire Gene Ray to continue his work. Spheres are so 1987 anyways.
At maximum zoom:
Now try it on acid.
It’s Powers of Ten, Lost in the Microcosm, and Minecraft all rolled into one!
Previously: Cyriak = cannot sleep.
Now: Cyriak = I wish Jupiter was like that!
Powers of Ten on acid might smash your brain.
Careful, kids : )
That was lovely!
Did anyone notice their monitor rushing away from them after the video stopped?
Whoa! After watching that video, I thought for a second that Rob had animated the entire page.
The Internet is becoming a series of cubes..
I’ve loved Cyriak since “cows & cows,” but he really took it to the next level with this one. Very impressive! Great song too!
love it. when i see “cyriak”, i have to watch.
crazy eye wobble after effect in the end, so i share the wobble.
More seriously, my mind wanders to eternalism: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Block_universe
I want this on my desktop, running into and through infinity.
Reminds me of one of my favorite poems:
Warning to Children
Children, if you dare to think
Of the greatness, rareness, muchness
Fewness of this precious only
Endless world in which you say
You live, you think of things like this:
Blocks of slate enclosing dappled
Red and green, enclosing tawny
Yellow nets, enclosing white
And black acres of dominoes,
Where a neat brown paper parcel
Tempts you to untie the string.
In the parcel a small island,
On the island a large tree,
On the tree a husky fruit.
Strip the husk and pare the rind off:
In the kernel you will see
Blocks of slate enclosed by dappled
Red and green, enclosed by tawny
Yellow nets, enclosed by white
And black acres of dominoes,
Where the same brown paper parcel –
Children, leave the string alone!
For who dares undo the parcel
Finds himself at once inside it,
On the island, in the fruit,
Blocks of slate about his head,
Finds himself enclosed by dappled
Green and red, enclosed by yellow
Tawny nets, enclosed by black
And white acres of dominoes,
With the same brown paper parcel
Still untied upon his knee.
And, if he then should dare to think
Of the fewness, muchness, rareness,
Greatness of this endless only
Precious world in which he says
he lives – he then unties the string.
that was terribly pretty.
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