Time Will Tell
By miraclemiles on February 11, 2018 7:17 pm
This week, in song creation:
MON - FRIDAY - Day jobs, why, why!? Why won't my boss ask me to create a fun little tune for the offices enjoyment? More thinking about music and listening than creating. Digging through the "Ideas in Progress" folder. Pocket Operator PO-35 Speak arrives. Good, play with that. I'll survive the week, I will have something on Sunday. I will.
FRIDAY night - Decision time. Ok, I'll finish an old sketch, half an idea, put in the oven and bake a beat. I remember this one. How it was done last in a night of creating a bunch of ideas, and the bourbon was flowing. I remember how I like having xmas lights on late at night while creating, while the house sleeps. Try to remember why I called the session Collateral Road Rage. Something about a bad driver in the family maybe. Move some clips around, try to find cohesion - the seeds of doubt sprout. Wonder if this is worth finishing. Should I start something new. Hey look, Olympics! Feeling inspired by the massive group drumming in the Olympic opening ceremonies.
SATURDAY - Get up, edit, arrange some more. Put pieces in place, take them apart again. Breakfast. Come back. Not feeling this. Doubt seeds have turned to seedlings. Damn, should I start something totally new? Work some more, it's about work. Fight urge to keep creating new parts and tweaking little things and trying new shiny things. So many ways to procrastinate. Add the little bits I made on the PO-35 this week. Wait, why do I add so many damn tracks? Those PO-35 bits don't all fit. Hmm, should I scrap my old idea and do PO-35 only ... nah I'd never finish that. Indecision. Hey, the sun's out. The dog and I go to park. Ah, real trees made of not doubt. Made of hope, and wood. Feels like Spring is close. Global warming. Don't think about that. Think about drums, my love. Drums are too busy, simplify. It's OK to cut some of that PO-35 stuff. Serve the song, what is it asking for? Speak to me. Maybe nothing. It's quiet. Go talk to it. Either I finish with what I have started or nothing gets finished. Work more, hmm, well better than nothing. It wants Cajon. Yes. I play and record the Cajon and add it. That was fun. Ok, time to get tacos. Radio on. A song about pills in Ibiza. Hope the son I'm getting tacos with doesn't ask about that. He's too young. I need more clappy claps, yes thats it. More ideas. Post-it notes of ideas. Saturday night, late: more edits. Claps are more clappy. Chaos is within my tolerance. I think I kind of like this, as much as I need to like it for a weekly song. Sleep. Burn the seedlings made of doubt. Glad I don't go out and party as much as I used to on a Saturday night. Maybe that's why I didn't start actually making my own music until now. Wasted 20s being wasted.
SUNDAY - Kind of liking my late night work. A few more tweaks. Call it done. Upload. Write sentences that start with verbs, is that acceptable? Happy I finished something. Wanted to create new things more than finish. Remember that most of what I did in 2017 was start. Not finish. So glad to have a motivator to practice finishing. More sounds for the universe. From the universe? Enjoy this day. Can't wait to create something new.
Appreciate any and all feedback and constructive criticism. Learning every week. Can't wait to hear more of this weeks beats here!
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Very interesting selection of sounds here, and all mixed together very nicely. The transition part twoards the end is my favourite, lovely chords :]
