Ye Olde Crap Pile

In my studio, I have a stack of keyboards and modules I affectionately call ‘The Crap Pile’.  These are instruments that I usually acquired on a bargain because someone needed space, needed money, or just wanted to move on to something else.  A few of them are deeply sentimental instruments that I don’t use much, but can’t bear to part with (Korg Prophecy, I’m looking you).

Currently, this rig consists of a Yamaha QY700 sequencer (drunk e-bay purchase), Ensoniq ESQ-1 (bargain with a dead battery), Ensoniq EPS16 Plus (bargain curiosity), EMU E6400 (pure sentimentality) and Kurzweil K2600Rs (because sometimes I need to Kurzweil).  There are also a few peaces that made their way there from the actively used pile such as my Korg EMX1, Korg Prophecy, Novation UltraNova and my Akai MPC1000.

Looking at that, it’s a pretty damn powerful, if largely antiquated rig.  A copy of reason could easily handle *everything* that rig can do and then some (Reason, after all, has a mixer and FX).

Still..I can’t part with it, and I regularly think about setting it up as it’s own Island of Misfit toys.  I’ve got enough space in here to keep it all setup.  All I’d really need is a MIDI through switch and a mixer and it would be a nice place to go when I want to play in a more limited sand box.

Limitations spawn creativity, they say.  I’ve always been more of one for exploration among excess.   A change of place wouldn’t hurt.   Maybe some real good will spawn out of it.

 

 

Getting my head in the game

Part of the reason, I think, that I haven’t been doing as much music writing is simply because my brain has been elsewhere.   I’ve also not been blogging so much, which really did help with getting me to finish my first album (Dust). 

To get myself back into thinking about music, therefore, I am going to begin blogging again.  I am not, however, going to be doing very long blog posts that go into great details about the process or philosophy of anything.  Mostly, I’m just going to keep a record of what I am thinking about as far as music goes and taking notes on some of my happy studio discoveries.  I’d like to try publishing at least a short piece ever day with soundclips appearing at least once a week (if it’s a music blog, it should have sounds!). 

I’d also like to find a good blog authoring tool.  I honestly just don’t like the online editor for WordPress.  Any suggestions would be appreciated.

Hibernation Instinct

Every year, as the days get shorter, I feel the urge to withdraw. This force compelling me to hunker down in my studio and create. This also happens after I've had my dragon raised out of my control (if you're lucky, Ill tell that story soon). It's a response by the machine in me to reassert itself – shut down emotions, temper your pasions and shrink into self. Let the purely logical guide you for a time. Feel only what you must.

This state has upsides. My creativity surges, I get a lot of work done and I feel accomplished for a time. Unfortunately, it also comes with signficant down.

I sink away from those I care about and who care about me. I hide in my hole. I am distant and unreachable. I feel a million miles away even when I am right there.

I am quick to anger because everything feels like a distraction from internal work that needs to be done. I snap. I bark. I bicker.

I feel overwhelmed by the urge to stay on the path of least resistance. Stay home. Don't go out. Break dates. Avoid social interaction. Listen to the machine.

I've been searching for the solution to this my whole life. None has presented itself.

This morning, I feel it. I feel it deep. That urge to hide. To withdraw. To sink. To fall into the temporary madness of winter and hope for spring. It's like a temporary death, you know. A dark and warm place.

I am writing this because I need help. I need understanding. I need to be open about it in order to confront it and change it. I need people to draw me out and not let me sink…to not let me hide.

I will fight you. I will. 42 years is a long time to live with something. You get to know it and embrace it, and even to think it's 'just how you are'. I can't accept that anymore. I can't do this again.

I'm going to need some help with this. I don't want to sound whiney or needy or anything. I just want to get this out so people understand.

 

R=C, First Principals, Broadcast 2015-08-29

It’s been a long time since I did a broadcast..almost 2 years, actually.  In that time, I sank into a deep and angry depression which I am only now really digging myself out of.  It cost me a lot, but I think I’m moving forward in the right direction now.

I don’t want to dwell on that here and now.  Right now, I want to focus on the music.

Enjoy.

Random Change

Change is everywhere these days.

Moving furniture..moving house. Changing out the old with the new. Alternating feelings of pressure, pain, freedom and release.

I hate being vague, but right now, it’s my cover.

I have a headache today. The kind of headache that used to be reserved for the morning after long nights out, but now they just happen. I think I may have looked at a bottle for too long last night. That’s enough.

Music and inspiration have been difficult to come by. Beyond not having much time, I also just plain haven’t had much spirit for it. I haven’t had time to *listen* to music, which in turn drains the well of creation. Its difficult going through such dry times, but I know somehow that this is only temporary. The muse will return.

My life cycles on the 11s it seems. My career started at 21, my marriage at 31 and this..new stage at 41 (If anything changed at 1 and 11 I am hard pressed to say what it was). Some things have me very excited to be alive while others have me dreading every morning I have to wake. I see the future and am envious of my son and the wonders he will see. Then I watch the news and I am fearful of the horrors.

I wish I actually knew how to write a blog post. I wish I knew how to organize my thoughts in effective sentences and paragraphs instead of this persistent stream of consicousness gibberish. I wish I had the time.

I wish I had a topic.

I need more coffee.