Music is, at root and among other things, simply organized sound. Rhythms and/or notes, arranged in a particular way with the intent to communicate something about the mind that did the organizing, or the mind perceiving the organizing, or the universe that the minds share.
Pogo is Nick Bertke, an Aussie electronic music producer who has worked a very specific niche for many years now – he takes tiny snippets of music, sound effects and dialogue from movies and television, and weaves them into playful, hyper-colorful fractal songs that are composed almost entirely of those fragments.
I’ve been a little obsessed with his earworm-filled “Forget” lately. It’s a boundless glittering mosaic, built from tiny multicolored sound shards.
If you can, do what he does when listening to the main vocal melody – ignore the words (they are meaningless, chosen simply for sound, feel and tone), and focus simply on its twisty and intricate progression; a whimsical, graceful dance of notes.
It’s perhaps indicative of the obvious creativity of his work that even the notoriously-aggressive legal teams of major entertainment conglomerates like Disney (a frequent sample source) have pretty much left him alone:
In fact, in some cases they have gone beyond laissez-faire, and actively commissioned him to do work for them.
He did an officially-sanctioned one for Pixar’s Up; though I prefer this one:
This one was commissioned for for Showtime’s Dexter, so possibly slightly-NSFW:
That last one may have been slightly NSFW; this next one is comprised of profane Pulp Fiction samples, so it is entirely NSFW:
This one is built from A.I. samples; appropriately, instead of a video showing film snippets from the Spielberg/Kubrick masterpiece (yeah, I said it – come at me, bro), we get to see the “code” in all its player-piano, puzzle-piece glory; IMO, seeing these sounds-as-shapes getting stacked into song is just as fascinating:
Here’s the man behind the curtain:
After listening to Pogo, it’s overwhelming to realize all of the potential music that we have around us, every second of every day; if only we could just stop and hear it.