….research has gone well, in retrospect. There were some frustrations, and I wasn’t ultimately happy with the two major “creative” attempts today (one attempt at grainy, scream-esque vocals that just fell painfully short but left me with a ragged throat, and one attempt to insert a motif-expanding break into a driving song– the result was actually sort of interesting, but it dropped the energy of the song way below an acceptable limit, so it must be (a) scratched, or (b) slivered into the end portion of the song, where I am already doing some discordant/chromatic stuff), but overall, advances were made. Played around with Logic’s wild and woolly ES2 in search of a mean and fat analog bass, something way overdriven with that warm analog detuning …. didn’t get it, but found some fine settings along the way. Also, downloaded some weird mellotron voice samples for the EXS24 and drew some faux-middle-eastern modal lines over the end of snakeskins, which I am re-working for about the 100th time.
I am sipping some Theraflu, trying to nurse the final stages of the weekend illness that gave my family a microbial uppercut, and poking through images of old modular synthesizers. The weekend just went and dissipated into the blurry atmosphere, and it’s difficult to turn one’s mind back to work already. So it goes. So no clever turn of phrase to end this post, just one last sip of medicine-flavored lemon drink and then it’s off to tuck my head into a pillow of sleep. Or something that resembles sleep, which is just about where things are at, at night, in this hilltop aerie.
