Thursday, November 15, 2012

Work etc.



   Work coming along more steady now. Feeling much more motivated than I have in a long time. New beat on "The Lathe". Good stuff. Winter is locking it down tight, maybe I'll come here a bit more often? Not that there's anybody here but spambots. Ho hum.
   Hardly matters, really. I had to disable the comments here because the spambots were so bad. I can't really understand why. I don't get a lot of page hits. Spambots should know better. Anyhoo,
   The old Time Stretch is getting a lot of use lately, as is copying the last second of a sample, reversing it, then gluing it back on the end. I guess I'm trying to de-chop my chops lately. Trying to make a chop smooth is a challenge, rewarding though. It's a lot of finicky little tricks that add up to a lot of work. Pain in the ass is what it is. Works tho.

The Lelache

Not completely smoothed out by any means. Chop. Lamb chop. Karate chop. Whatever.

Saturday, November 5, 2011

What, me worry?

So, yeah. There comes a time for most people who consider themselves creative when they have to face the fact that they haven't done any meaningful work for a long time. If I was younger I would probably try to push through it. I did that with fiction and it blew up in my face.

I have some bad habits, sure. I don't chew on my fingernails, but I worry enough that maybe I should start. Not that I worry about anything in particular. Do I seem worried? Most people seem to not be able to tell when I am highly anxious or nervous - Most people can't tell when I'm drunk either. In either situation, nobody knows until I do something incredibly stupid and embarrassing.

That was the worry, for a long time... "Don't do anything stupid." Now, I don't worry about anything so sensible. I spend most of my time gradually oscillating between mania and a permanent half-awake state, so I guess that is the worry. Not "Am I going to wake up tomorrow?" - whatever, it'll be what it'll be - it's "Am I going to sleep tonight and if I do, will I sleep for twenty hours?"

Not really an option. I have too much shit going on, and it's never my shit. My shit can always wait. It's everyone else's shit that has to be on time. Well, not counting dentist appointments. But sometimes I just sleep through it. Or I don't sleep for three days.

What am I trying to say here?

I guess I'm making excuses. I'm not doing much in the way of work. Haven't kicked a beat for months, haven't made a mix tape for many weeks, I didn't even listen to music really at all for about two months this winter. I tell myself I'm recharging my batteries, but I don't know. Batteries fail after awhile.

Like I said: I aint really worried about it. I'm just kind of worried in general.