Updated: August 21st, 2013
Hi, my name is Vince "Novus" Young, and I used to be a tracker musician! Now I'm pretty much
just a webmaster, but my interest in music remains strong.
Though this site is no longer active on a regular basis, it remains open to preserve the memory of the tracking scene.
You can download some great tracker music both by myself and by other great
trackers. There's plenty of other stuff too, so feel free to click around.
You're not likely to get bored here, that's for sure.
Website touched up, links updated - June 11th, 2011|
Hmm... 3 years since I updated this site? Wow.
Why an update now, after all this time? Well, I started doing some prep work on the site in preparation for moving it to a new
webhost a few weeks ago, a move that ended up not happening. But as often happens, I noticed all the broken links scattered around
the site, and next thing I knew, I was up to my elbows in HTML again, fixing the broken song links in the
Music Vault and doing minor site touch-ups where needed. And here we are. I also reminded myself of how
many songs from my personal collection somehow just never got added to the Music Vault due to lack of time, and maybe, just maybe,
I'll correct that oversight in the near future.
I also stumbled across something rather crazy... over on the old tracking hub Scene.org,
my old song "Revealing" is the #4 most-downloaded
song of all time on the site according to their Top
Downloads list, with 135,380 downloads and counting. And songs #1 through #3 are all MP3s, which means something incredible:
"Revealing" is the most-downloaded tracker song ever on Scene.org.
Mind = blown.
I have no idea how this happened, since there are plenty of tracker songs on Scene.org that are WAY better than anything I've ever written.
Maybe it's a glitch with the download counter over there. Maybe a search-bot went crazy on some
fateful day sometime in the past 2 years. Or maybe it's an accurate number, and that many people out there have invited my song into their ears,
a truly humbling possibility. Whatever it is, now's probably a good time to once again say "Thank you" to anyone who's ever taken the time
to download any of my songs.
At this point, it's been over 15 years since I started seriously working with Scream Tracker 3 back in 1996, and though I no longer
write music on a regular basis anymore, I still have a lot of fond memories of those days. So much has changed since then... I've grown older,
of course, but I've also gotten married to a wonderful woman and am now the proud father of a beautiful baby boy. Given the musical streak that
runs through my family and the intense creative energy of my wife, it's entirely possible that someday my son will be writing music that puts
my stuff to shame. I'd like to think that when he gets older and wants to learn about music, I'll dust off my old copy of Impulse Tracker and
show him the ropes, and then we'll see what happens.
Hey, he already likes listening to tracker music right now. It could happen. :)
Long live tracking!
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