:: Wednesday, September 10, 2003 ::
endlessly
for hours and hours…
I’ve been tweaking insignificant details of this new song…
and… maybe I’m done…
maybe it’s finished…
but, after listening to it six zillion times…
I dunno if it’s good…
or if it’s crap…
I dunno if I like it…
or it’s total crap…
I think I’m losing focus…
losing my mind…
I think to get very far away from this song…
come back to it tomorrow…
maybe my ears will serve me well then…
:: Spoz 5:08 AM [+] ::
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:: Tuesday, September 09, 2003 ::
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just to keep you updated with the current mindless creative last minute tweaks to “Dirty Bomb”
I’m currently doing final micro-edits to the vocals…
finalising them…
gettin’ 'em out’ve my head…
and otherwise purging them…
so they dont drive me crazy,
all half structured and unfullfilling…
now there’s a certain art to micro-edits, otherwise known as the art of “glitch”…
ie: putting tiny little errors in the sound stream…
(it wuz apparently all the rage just a few years ago… with all the techno geeks…)
the trick of it is… is to make it appear as if there’s something wrong with the audience’s brain…
and nothing at all wrong with the song…
if you get people twitchin’ just ever so subtely even on a subconciousness level thinkin’…
“hmmmm… I feel a minor stroke coming on…” or get them to second guess that last coffee they drank…
those drugs they took… if you tip them ever closer to being a gibbering basketcase… yet grinning from ear to ear…
then you’ve done your job well…
it takes a large degree of focus…
real attention to detail…
and perhaps a healthy level of creative obssessive compulsiveness…
try frying your brain with excessive levels of caffeine and guarana and you’re primed for this kinda thing…
so… this is wot I’ll be doing… for the next few hours…
maybe tomorrow as well…
all… in effort to try and create the be-all and end-all drug fuqked brain destroying audial masterpiece…
:: Spoz 2:09 AM [+] ::
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:: Monday, September 08, 2003 ::
all this week…
I’ll be crouched inside a pair of headphones…
tinkering away…
burning spots with me blowtorch…
hammering and chiseling away…
cutting the red wire, re-wiring the green wire…
hookin’ up electrodes to various animals…
scribbling weird incomprehensible squiggles on me blackboard…
and all those other mad scientist cliches…
as I attempt to finish off the latest luantic SUBWOOFER opus…
a little ditty called “DIRTY BOMB”
so, you may be experiencing some blank canvas expanses…
on SPOZ’s blockbuster blog experience (soon available in widescreen digital format!)
as my attention is turned to being all weirdly antisocial and creatively introverted…
BUT…
you’ll hear the results… HERE… FIRST!
(or, fukkit… I dunno… you’ll get to hear it anywaze)
you’ll like this one…
I’ve been testin’ out the preliminary sounds…
and it can punch holes in steel… 3 ft thick…
it should come with a general surgeons warning…
this is weapons grade insanity…
BE WARNED KIDDIES!
A STORM IS BREWING!
MUHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHA!
:: Spoz 6:23 PM [+] ::