:: Thursday, May 27, 2004
OFF THE BEATEN TRACK
it's been slow work..
night in and night out..
eyes locked onto the computer screen..
ears locked into headphones..
sines and sawtooths, syncopated rhythms..
dB's maxed out into the red and bouncing back..
an endless hammering assault.. pause.. tweak EQ / tweak volume / tweak sequence / fed up with it all - delete and re-sequence.. obsessive compulsive twitterings till peace is made..
running around in ever smaller circles chasing my tail..
shut out from the world, everywhere else is silent and black..
the occassional passing motorist's gleaming headlights pass by my window and the dog whilstling whine of my PC driving me to distraction..
there's no simple way around this.. no easy solution.. sure, anyone can slap 2 beats together.. cut + paste.. throw in a bassline.. twiddle a lead.. repeat a word.. *COUGH* and out comes a musical hairball.. and fuckit.. I've done it a few times meself.. but, to really attempt to make an A-grade BALLS OUT SCREAMING FUCK OFF BESERKER ASSAULT? just you try it.. there's no 1/2 measures.. it's the idiot savant.. the obssessive compulsive.. rain man.. good at cards, crap at plane travel kind've territory.. it can make a noodle out've ya nervous system.. and me being the cheerful creative masochist.. I like to accept the insane and impossible challenges..
working with oldskool shit monkey equipment.. with a 15 year old PC keyboard covered in disgusting layers of age-old grime (and missing an F6 key).. sure it STILL WORKS.. but occassionally you gotta hammer the CTRL key, coz it'll get stuck.. but, maaan.. the advantages of an old shitty keyboard? I can write a million keystrokes a minute.. there IS no interface.. just me vs the machine..
still working with an antiquated mid 90's DOS sequencer program.. coz I've yet to find one that works better than this - "FAST TRACKER 2".. the program I learnt right from the beginning.. the program I still use now.. wot can I say, if it works, DONT UPGRADE IT!
I'm running around in circles, and going slowly insane in the room closing in around my ears.. with nothing ever getting done..
but fuckit.. I dunno..
I'm just hoping against hope that sooner (rather than later) this song reaches a closure.. stop the dog whistle whining in my head..
damn I need me an exorcist for this kinda crap..
:: Spoz 5:41 AM |