:: Friday, October 01, 2004
I'M A GOLDFISH.. I'M A GOLDFISH..
they say "idle hands are the devil's playground".. which, besides sounding like some creepy analogy for masturbation, somewhat sums up me brainspace right now - after months of frenzied beserker workaholism /working on remastering songs / working on completing / sequencing / tweaking my current A-bomb assualt "INCINERATOR" - here I am taking a week's holiday, whilst Rammy, the vocalist for this song does some re-records.. she wuzn't 100% happy with her original vocals and thinks she could unleash more carnage the 2nd time round (and hey, everyone wins - coz I get better vocals.. yay!).. so, in the meantime.. whilst waiting for vocalists to do wot'ever the hell it is they do (and waste at least 7-9 days doing) here I am, with nothing better to do.. twiddling my thumbs, staring at the walls.. wondering, "wot now?"
y'see I like planning all this shit in advance, run the whole creative process in a mood arc from one song to the next.. I'd like to finish THIS song first.. it wuz the first idea I came up with in the "new song sessions".. comes off like an A-bomb and work a brilliant re-introduction to SUBWOOFER style insanity.. from there, I'd use it's full throttle energy to springboard into the 2nd song to finish, my wacky spookfest breakbeat terrorism called "IT HAS A SHADOW" (and have that one done just in time for Halloween.. hopefully).. which, hey.. from where I see it.. looks like a brilliant strategy..
problem is.. in sticking to me guns on this.. it requires a lot of patience.. and I'd like to think I'm good at this patience gig.. but after waiting for a week twiddling my thumbs with nothing better to do.. I'm really going a little crazy here.. it's like the minute I step off this obssessive compulsive workaholic studio rat rollercoaster.. I'm a braindead goldfish.. swirling around my tank, staring at the walls.. wondering in amazement every 5 seconds.. "I'm a goldfish! I'm a goldfish!".. as they say "use it or lose it".. and right now, my brain is nothin' but hamster food..
so.. now I'm looking for distractions to reboot my brainspace.. patient or not.. I abhor these freakin' vacuums and I must fill it with junk..
now if only I could be arsed to find wot that is..
:: Spoz 4:28 PM |