go on and click yerself over. you can listend to and download four songs. for nothing!
we're going to use the space to showcase small collections (some might call them EPs) as they develop so that we aren't hindered by the 10 song album mentality.
enjoy being our friend.
Upon listening to this after a break from it, I think the end of the second verse and chorus lose me. I tend to follow the bass part that comes from one of the acoustic lines; and it suddenly dissapears and the chords change their structure at the same time - it's very distracting, since the tone of the whole song is very foggy and drifty.
Lyrics will need to be written. I kind of left it open for travis; and i think he mentioned that he had started working something out.
I'm excited to hear where this goes: will this version get sliced and diced, remixed and played over? who knows.
click to hear this first draft of 93 and cry
you'll need iTunes i think - it's an m4a file... real player might work too
He sent this explanation:
Here's what I did:
dug that hole in the middle a little deeper: removed that glitchy
guitar and the frenetic acoustic strumming that was bugging me... then
I took a chunk of your vocals and tweaked the hell out of it. I don't
know... it was sounding more dramatic on the headphones, but listening
now on the shelf system I'm wondering if it's enough. It's weird; you
may hate it.
I also dropped the level of the glitchy guitar in the beginning, as
that had been distracting me as well...
oh, I killed my vocal additions as they just weren't adding anything.
Let me know thoughts...
I like how much he hates what he has added. That's funny to me. he's so modest. He's also reading this! He "found [my] blog."
The other reader(s) out there may wonder why he didn't know about this blog since it's a work journal.
As ironic as it is, the reason is that i am shy.
There's a strange sort of detatchment around posting to a blog so that i can feel confortable enough to air out the feelings and work out the problems and kinks in a project; but, it's also a bit nervewracking to tell someone that you "have a blog." My biggest excuse which went on for far too long was that I hate when someone asks you to visit their blog and there is nothing there - one or two posts. feh. I wanted to save up so that the "volume" - the tome that is my thought - would be "impressive."
I will most definietly hate this post.
But my journals in design school were full of random and sometimes painfully stupid ideas. I think that this "work journal" represents me adapting to my always-at-the-computer-much-too-pre-occupuied-with-the-web-to-pick-up-a-pen mentality.
That said, Knowing Where We're Going is near completion. all that remains is final mixdown and archiving. You might say that it's In The Can.
Good good. i hope you like where the song was going.
Fact Follows Fiction was an unending musical rant that we both couldn't seem to control. We kept adding parts and never editing behind one another until it blossomed into a sonifucicus gargantua, as it is known in scientific circles.
I think the last two rounds, we spent far too much time - hours on end for each of us - trying to make sense of what we'd piled up by piling more on top. It was a brilliant strategy, indeed. We had so much bunk in there that GarageBand wasn't even going to play it for us.
After a long discussion last week, we decided it was best to put her down, like the arthritic beast she was. But what do you do with your pet when you don't want to see her go just yet? have it stuffed, natch.
The last edit was mixed down and dropped into a new file with some of the original tracks - easier on Garageband, for sure. And instead of just a stuffed beast, we could add some bionics and watch it grow
again. Well, that didn't last long. I archived that mess so i would feel better about cutting my losses; and then i chopped it all off at the 5 minute mark to start there with a nice 4 minute song. That's right. It was 9 minutes. I wasted at least a half hour listening to it only three times to try and decide if it was worth it. I finally got so tired of waiting for the good part that i ordered it up express.
here she is, in all of her original-coat-metal-bones-and-working-
In our younger pictures we are dreamers and replicas of what we are today.
Now we wait for visions because our heroes, when we were growing up, all went away
and left no point of reference; so, our lines trail and leave a whole in our peculiar shape.
The missing piece is fiction on the next page, whose energy keeps us both awake.
Promises are approximations
But what I need is your inspiration.
We're gonna get there.
This song I've had up my sleeve for a while and have just recently decided that it was time for it to crawl out of there. No more hoarding songs just to see if I can make something happen with them. I can't; I need travis on this one.
This song is more or less a look into flooded rivers and the ruin that comes along with them as an allegory for the river styx as approached by someone who has no chance to survive its crossing.
Follow me down
The river's backed up and brown
and poised for the attack
Scewers and snakes won't buy it back
my whole life for this.
Slipped up and fell behind
the back deck and mis-aligned
the reasons I had to stay behind
Skewers and snakes won't pay the fine
my whole life for this
There have been a few discarded incarnations o this song. Most all of them sucked. This is the best by far: amazing what a little time and seperation can do.
I've recorded this at 107 bpm to a metronome to make it easier for drums and other things that travis may want to do.
Oh yeah. I decided to record this tonight because there was a great thunderstorm (that had petered to a strong rain by the time i wa sset up) and it seemed perfect. the noise at the begining is in fact rain on my porch underneath the acoustics. I thought it would be a cool effect; but it ended up being a strain on the ears after a while - it sounded like white noise. So, i faded it out while an electric came in playing the same part. We'll see. Mostly I've just laid this out and semi-mixed it so that Travis can hear what I was thinking and go from there. As always, It's wide open ofr him to screw around with.