When King No Smo
was coronated
The blackwaters receded
The thugs across the vale
Bowed their heads in respect
All the demons hid from the sun
When King No Smo
Was coronated
A lark descended upon his shoulder
To whisper to him the ancients’ follies
To whisper to him the ancients’ wisdom
To lead us back into the sun
Long Live King No Smo
He is the righteous king
We will taste the sun again
We will taste the sun again
The ritual I randomly got was “coronation,” so I tried to sort the samples into some sort of celebratory/momentous music.
I roughly based my own courtly music on some Japanese gagaku music I studied once, which (as I misremember it) had a specific order of musical events but not always a specific shared meter/pulse.
After that, it came together more quickly than I thought. A post-apocalyptic fiddle plays a simple melody, then the makeshift percussion beats out a rhythm as the king enters. Then a lower fiddle kind-of answers the first fiddle.
Having a synchronized ending seemed important to show that this was prearranged music, not a loose jam session.
I didn’t alter the sounds much - I pitch-shifted them into something that ended up resembling the overtone series. Then, I imagined this taking place in some caverns or the husk of a parking garage, so I added lots of reverb.