The Tuba of Blasphemous Distortion

Yeah, haven’t actu­ally writ­ten too much lately, instead let­ting the Twit­ter mod­ule take over & cap­ture the frag­mented thoughts of any given day. Night time has been spent exper­i­ment­ing with record­ing, incre­men­tally carv­ing, remap­ping, knob-twisting, and the like, mov­ing slowly– but ever– onward. Lin­ger­ing favorite from last week has to be the Tuba sam­ples, thrown through some dis­tor­tion ped­als set to mid-growl level. Sort of a dirty heroic fan­fare, which makes my ster­num go all a-flutter.

Just last night/this morn­ing, was check­ing out Wave­Burner, and real­ized just how far the dis­tance between an .AIFF and an .MP3 … if you lis­ten, if you really lis­ten, there is a lot wrong with the .MP3 com­pres­sion; it’s like some sub-psychological mud– a mud that’s almost not audi­ble, but rather some­thing sort of felt.

Which makes me excited for the time I actu­ally per­mit myself to buy the near-field mon­i­tors I keep think­ing about. At the very least, it will give me some sort of gold stan­dard from which to mea­sure deviation(s).

Ok, so a sort of bor­ing update-type post. Noth­ing too use­ful. So it goes, my head is down in the wave­form, swim­ming in the fre­quency bands. Bet­ter phi­los­o­phy when I actu­ally look up.