they should put an anal retentive like me in the northern undead asylum
posted "Glasswort", an ambient tune which develops into something worse! wow
things i need to get over: a) general betrayal b) sitting at the mic and then recording the first thing i think of
like the songwriting process is just done before then and now i get to drape whatever mouth noises on the top
to improve it? rarely giggle
its so wonderful to move to another computer and be locked out of all yr shit
all the voidgazing any bright screen offer but without any of the attachments
another way of phrasing that benefit is that i can't log into anything to ask a question
anyway i'm feeling ouchified so all i did was draw some unrepostable furry nonsense
i wanna do all sorts of thing with music if i'm able
but I don't wanna do cultural criticism. i don't wanna make art about other art
i follow a few media critics and incisive and thoughtful as they are
they always expand the venture into criticizing the people involved
and eventually into criticizing their extrapolated motives
til it almost becomes vivisection - or at least i can't imagine the artist surviving the review
let's face it i'm stuck in a nostalgic loop right now
and creating something unrelated to what i'm preoccupied with could be the way out
especially gotta stop planning to pay tribute to paid things
anyway it's house work today and tomorrow a visit
thinking about how i always like my voice more when it's damaged from coughing
and spending hours lying about singing single long notes, trying to find the resonant part which fries it without needing to roar
everyone's uniquely inflected throat singing is cool
one of the reasons i got away from caring about prog rock and into caring about punk
is the move away from formality. letting the music sound injured and offputting
i have to put my voice in my music from now on
can I beat Dark Souls with only the vacuum nozzle attachment?
for this run we'll be taking the master key so that we can reach the zanussi showroom early
whereupon we'll find Clerk Martin who has a 4% chance of dropping the cursed dustbag
from there we can simply etc
other than practising and developing the riff from two days ago no music occured to day
that's cool though. auditioning an idea keeps it prominent in yr mind
writing a song doesn't have to take place in the tracker window
anyway I made this little guy for doom, he stabs you in the shins
it's too warm to sleep. just lying here thinking that
the one pagan symbol which really means anything to me
is the hare staring at the moon in naive wonder
and that everyone who has ever stood on the moon
is some hardass ultra competitive arsehole with no imagination
for all I know
the project's about humility, that much is clear
min. quality output, lowest file size, tinny little chip instrumentation
try to progress some forms I like without arms racing the technology involved
spent a while working out a really bad bassline
which mod 7s the factors of various highly divisible numbers
and uses the resulting numbers to pick notes from a prepared scale
an obvious pattern is that they start out chromatic
then flatten to the root as the larger factors tend to be multiples of 7
which might be the opposite effect to the one you want from a solid bassline
but it's fun to see what kind of mess it makes
(after staying up most of the night imagining a self-documenting musical art project:)
two hours spent searching for songs ideas on keyboard
ten minutes thinking up the name "dysnothysm"
an hour and a half writing a short module called "idea 010525 - prey animal describing humiliating outlines of its predator"
i'm so good at getting pulled into other people's projects but so bad at considering myself a worthwhile part of them
so I just zone out or get lost early. i like solo ventures. that's just how i am
the force is simply to make things every day with no ambition
one day they'll be connected to old ideas. the next they'll be brand new. the next they'll rip off someone else, i bet
twenty minutes spent drawing this cute beasty: