:: Thursday, December 23, 2004
THE STUMBLING BLOCK
there are musicians out there.. crazy 1/2 autistic savants.. who can somehow churn out new songs, by the squillions.. in a matter of barely a brain fart.. brilliantly sublime, multi-textured, deep, insightful, yet simple and direct songs of resonant wonder.. musicians who simply need a sixpack of beer and 2 hours.. and with a *ping* of the microwave.. served piping hot with the gonad neutering subatomic particles.. they've got themselves a new EP or album's worth of material.. musicians prolific like bunny rabbits, stinking up the whole damn world with barely legible song titles and bleepy retro 80's manga cartoon referencing statements of irony.. piling up by the hundreds upon hundreds.. I can barely poke me battered eardrums out from the rubble to hear myself think..
yeah.. that really fucken shits me..
here I am.. going thru freaking a billion presets, patches, filters, effects units, EQ this, EQ that, splice this, quantise that, shuffling thru endless internet archives.. toiling away, somewhat half-arsed at times, othertimes feverishingly demented.. wasting an entire week on a freaking BASSLINE, FUCK!!.. sweating freaking BLOOD for me craft.. and dammit, I'm lucky to get a fully formed song out in a month or 2.. A FREAKING MONTH!?? dammit.. in the same space of time.. these other idiots have got a freaking best-of 10 CD box set anthology out in the stores, and a CD soundtrack to accompany some weird art-house movie that the Cannes film festival is raving about, but the South Australian censorship board refuses to allow screening here.. coz of possible sexual dysfunction involving a llama, 2 gay cowboys eating pudding, a breast pump and the nation of Luxembourg.. FUCK that totally shits me..
and y'know wot I freaking get, day in and day out..
"heeey man.. when's a new song coming out?"
"heey maaan.. when's ya album gonna be out??"
"heey maaan.. when's ya next gig??"
(usually to be followed by...)
"heeey maan.. sorry I didn't go to ya gig.. when's ya next one?"
"heeey maan.. why does it burn when I pee?"
(hmmm.. maybe not on the last one..)
really, I dunno how these other idiots do it.. it's like they could trip over themselves in a drunk stupor.. and "woops.. there's another SONG!.. wow!".. SMS'ing songs back n forth like pingpong.. the dodgy pre-fabricated fucks..
wot ever happened to spending time with a song? wining and dining it? giving it some quality time? getting to know a song? getting to appreciate it? then fucking it up in all kinds of punk distorted ways that the catholic church dont approve of.. only to have it wash ashore all crazed n gibbering in a howling mess of noise somewhere on an internet site months later for all to enjoy? (wow.. kind've a disturbing metaphor there huh?)
all these fly-by-night producers.. and their two-minute-noodle song productions.. blowing song bubbles out've their arse like fish eggs.. they can just right damn fuck themselves for all I care..
this damn stumbling block.. quality control.. slapping me silly for months on end..
and you guys are running around a creative shitstorm blizzard..
:: Spoz 5:21 AM |