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I feel exceedingly unsatisfied.
Something is wrong.
I can’t sit still.
I can feel a tension building up inside of me, but as it is not identified it’ll never be released.
Avery and I recorded her koto yesterday in a variety of spaces, the best being a small concrete room with the mic pointed in the corner. Later on, we layered up a few of the takes and manipulated the recordings. Whenever we (and later I) attempted to add an additional sound to the recording from within the computer, it didn’t feel right.
I feel strung because I want to build the song, but it does not want to be built.
I considered overdubbing live drums, one at a time, but I am almost certain this will not satisfy.
I feel exceedingly unsatisfied.
Something is wrong.
I can’t sit still.
I can feel a tension building up inside of me, but as it is not identified it’ll never be released.
There is a parallel here.
Arabella came to my room. She asked, “Will you play with me”.
I responded, “yes”.
“Jovie said I can play drums”
“Then play drums”
“What are these?” (points to small balls of tissue paper)
I explained how to place them in one’s ears and why.
She then asked, “What are you doing?”
“I’m on the internet”
“Woah”
“yeah”
Here is the song, as we left it last night at two am when I packed up and walked home.
I'm not sure why I'm posting it.
Something is wrong.
I can’t sit still.
I can feel a tension building up inside of me, but as it is not identified it’ll never be released.
Avery and I recorded her koto yesterday in a variety of spaces, the best being a small concrete room with the mic pointed in the corner. Later on, we layered up a few of the takes and manipulated the recordings. Whenever we (and later I) attempted to add an additional sound to the recording from within the computer, it didn’t feel right.
I feel strung because I want to build the song, but it does not want to be built.
I considered overdubbing live drums, one at a time, but I am almost certain this will not satisfy.
I feel exceedingly unsatisfied.
Something is wrong.
I can’t sit still.
I can feel a tension building up inside of me, but as it is not identified it’ll never be released.
There is a parallel here.
Arabella came to my room. She asked, “Will you play with me”.
I responded, “yes”.
“Jovie said I can play drums”
“Then play drums”
“What are these?” (points to small balls of tissue paper)
I explained how to place them in one’s ears and why.
She then asked, “What are you doing?”
“I’m on the internet”
“Woah”
“yeah”
Here is the song, as we left it last night at two am when I packed up and walked home.
I'm not sure why I'm posting it.