It begins tomorrow (sorta)
My drummer gets in tomorrow evening and we'll be setting things up at the loft. I have to pick up tape in the morning and run a bunch of errands and then I'll be as prepared as possible for this crazy endeavor. Our engineer will come by and line up the machines and strategize on how to record this behemoth.
I've been busy making mock-ups of some of the songs this week at home. I imagine my neighbors know most of the lyrics by now. Singing with headphones on in the livingroom felt a bit strange at first, but the unexpected result was completing and revising a few lyrics along the way.
Another purpose these mock-ups served was a kind of "practice" for being in the studio. While I'm no stranger to the recording studio, this will be the first time that I'm the taskmaster, whipcracker, final-say-haver. So to actually sing into a microphone, and really examine this new thing I've discovered I'm able to do suprisingly well, is empowering to say the least. Art school & fear held it ransom for nearly ten years. I'm glad it's back.
Song for today:
[untitled] (track 15) - Plux Quba
This entire record is pretty unbelievable, but what makes it even more tone-defyingly wicked is that it was made in, my awkward year, 1987.
I've nicknamed this track "scatter" as it sounds like just that. Like so much rock salt being thrown on the icy winter streets of Chicago, sounds are thrown out in discrete little showers with a warbly avian "melody" weaving in and out.
No Protools.
No Reaktor.
I'd venture a guess and say not even MAX or MSP.
It's perhaps no secret that I'm a fan of electronic music, but in recent years my interest in electronic laptop-related music has waned with the advent of all your Reasons, Garagebands, Guitar Rigs etcetera... As with most cultural innovations, the originators and true pioneers are obscured by a flurry of train jumpers (myself included) and it dilutes a rocking potency of the spark of inspiration that caused someone to try something either new, or deeply personal. It is my humble opinion that this is one rockingly potent record. For any naysayers who disparage electronic music as being emotionless, rigid, calculated and cold, I defy you to listen to this wonderfully colorful, beautiful, humorous, melancholy record on its terms and not be moved in some way.
Enjoy life,
Mikael
I've been busy making mock-ups of some of the songs this week at home. I imagine my neighbors know most of the lyrics by now. Singing with headphones on in the livingroom felt a bit strange at first, but the unexpected result was completing and revising a few lyrics along the way.
Another purpose these mock-ups served was a kind of "practice" for being in the studio. While I'm no stranger to the recording studio, this will be the first time that I'm the taskmaster, whipcracker, final-say-haver. So to actually sing into a microphone, and really examine this new thing I've discovered I'm able to do suprisingly well, is empowering to say the least. Art school & fear held it ransom for nearly ten years. I'm glad it's back.
Song for today:
[untitled] (track 15) - Plux Quba
This entire record is pretty unbelievable, but what makes it even more tone-defyingly wicked is that it was made in, my awkward year, 1987.
I've nicknamed this track "scatter" as it sounds like just that. Like so much rock salt being thrown on the icy winter streets of Chicago, sounds are thrown out in discrete little showers with a warbly avian "melody" weaving in and out.
No Protools.
No Reaktor.
I'd venture a guess and say not even MAX or MSP.
It's perhaps no secret that I'm a fan of electronic music, but in recent years my interest in electronic laptop-related music has waned with the advent of all your Reasons, Garagebands, Guitar Rigs etcetera... As with most cultural innovations, the originators and true pioneers are obscured by a flurry of train jumpers (myself included) and it dilutes a rocking potency of the spark of inspiration that caused someone to try something either new, or deeply personal. It is my humble opinion that this is one rockingly potent record. For any naysayers who disparage electronic music as being emotionless, rigid, calculated and cold, I defy you to listen to this wonderfully colorful, beautiful, humorous, melancholy record on its terms and not be moved in some way.
Enjoy life,
Mikael
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