I’m standing in on bass for one upcoming gig only with the 46th best Scottish band ever (other polls may present different results).
It’s helped prompt me to sort out my home recording set up to some extent too, so I’m actually enthusiastic about that at the moment too - results unlikely to emerge for a while.
Just need to stop coveting synths and guitar pedals for a while.
― michaellambert, Thursday, 19 September 2019 05:17 (one month ago) link
New single/video out today!https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jfYx_2NjLVg
― DJI, Friday, 20 September 2019 15:15 (one month ago) link
Idk how it happened but I fell behind over the past week and only ended up with five days to write a 25 minute choral work for four choirs
I have been working constantly and subsisting on DUMPLINGS!, basically, having manic outings after 11pm if possible but otherwise a couch potato with a Rewire Piano Object attached to my right and a MacBook to my left
The process is basically I slow-improvise my way through each section of the lyric with my iPhone running and then transcribe it later
I got halfway through the piece and I got cold feet about “onslaught of new material” on the audience for 25 fucking minutes so I prayed to “The Drift” and I prayed to “Music For Strings, Percussion and Celeste” and said fuck it I’m done composing, now it’s time to start copy-pasting
The text is the final text of the suicide cult Heaven’s Gate and so I did it like Scott Walker and Bartok— it is just an ornery repeat of every section right from the beginning, like Scott does in “Clara”— you heard it once, now listen again, shithead— but also Bartok because there are so many elisions, we’re going back through it all. Not faster, just shorter, like a recipe you’ve gotten good at
At the end I have the full choir screaming triad slow-glissing from triad up to mediant-related triad and the words are a synthesis of Heaven’s Gate begging the reader to come down to Southern California and kill yourself with Kool-Aid to board the spaceship, synthesized with Jesus and his disciples telling the listener to come to Galilee and give up their life so that one might find eternal life under the shadow of the Father
So it’s been a lot of work and I look great, every morning I slice a lemon in six so I have six glasses of water to remember to drink. My body is not so good, no muscle on my calf anymore, just on my ass all day writing whatever this is
I snuck away for 90 minutes and had dinner with my friend and her new boyfriend. They were intimate with each other, with their hands, at the dinner table, in the restaurant. I was happy when the food arrived! but I would’ve been impressed if they kept their inside hands on each other while feeding themselves with their outside hand. Olympic level PDA. That’d be amazing to see
I’m walking home, I have my bike but I was a cigarette, and my boyfriend calls me. He misses me. He tells me so. He says, “I want my boyfriend back.” I don’t respond especially well. I say, “this choral piece sliced my brain in two.” I feel my inner thighs chafing. I feel bad and also bad.
I thought I could finish it in three, but it took me four. I finished it. I formatted it. I mailed it off. Then I listened to it, all 79 pages, 25 minutes, and I thought: this piece is strong, both conceptually and compositionally
And there’s a little mental solar flare that happens right when you finish the writing process so I’m documenting it here. Tomorrow I’m going to take my boyfriend to the park with the dog and take him out for Filipino food
― fgti (flamboyant goon tie included), Thursday, 26 September 2019 07:39 (three weeks ago) link
*stands up and applauds*
― change display name (Jordan), Thursday, 26 September 2019 12:05 (three weeks ago) link
Best Music Writing 2019
― brigadier pudding (DJP), Thursday, 26 September 2019 12:29 (three weeks ago) link
― All along there is the sound of feedback (Sund4r), Thursday, 26 September 2019 15:42 (three weeks ago) link