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For some reason, I've gotten a burr up my bloomers to do some recording over the last few, during (very) odd moments here and there. So far, I've been sticking with the emo I-are-serious-songwriter stuff; the filk stuff, I think, would be better served by a live taping in front of an audience. But what I have been taping has gone rather swimmingly. I've got three tracks laid out for a prospective lo-fi self-bootlegged CD to the point that I'm not terribly inclined to muck around with them any more: "Eclipse," "Camille Claudel" and (as of yesterday) "Some of Us Bridesmaids." I'm shooting for ten tracks or so total, although I still need to figure out what the rest of those ten tracks will be out of the 25 years of backlog I have to choose from at this point. (Mind, I can knock that 25 years down to about four if we're sticking with listenable stuff.)
It's a weird learning curve. I've been making my own music since I was a high school freshman, but the only recording I've done has been, with an occasional rare exception, of the "stick a microphone in front of me and hit the red button" school. Garage Band is pretty powerful software for something that came free with the MacBook, and now I have to learn how to tame the bastard enough to wring the sounds I'm looking for out of it, all while figuring out how to cover up and compensate for the limitations I'm facing—stuff like lack of a guitar pickup, a desperate need for new strings, an apartment that leaks sound like a colander full of gazpacho, availability of only one mic (that would be the one built into the MacBook, which is decent for a built-in, but a built-in nonetheless), and a singing voice like Al Stewart with a head cold. Modest success found so far, but then I run into stuff like "Untitled," which I started on in the wee hours last night, and face-planted into a brick wall on shortly thereafter. I persevere.
And then? Then there's the outlier, my little excursion into the uncharted jungle of oontz-folk: a few dozen dance-club loops overlaid with the vocals for "My Son John." It...look, I don't know what happened, okay? I'm blaming![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
felisdemens, because you don't introduce an Anglo-Celtic folk-rock fan with access to recording software to techno noise without weird sh*t happening. It's either very, very cool or very, very, very lame, and because the loops are all straight from the Garage Band can (including one Middle Eastern lick that is unmistakably from their coffers), not to mention the fact that it has nothing to do with anything else I've ever done before, I'm uninclined to stick it on the aforementioned CD in progress, or any other CD. I really need to lay off this stuff, y'know what I mean?
But speaking of the CD in progress, I'm using the working title Two Crows' Joy, an unused title for a NaNoWriMo project of several years ago that went unfinished, but I'm not sure if I like it. So! Audience participation time again!
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It's a weird learning curve. I've been making my own music since I was a high school freshman, but the only recording I've done has been, with an occasional rare exception, of the "stick a microphone in front of me and hit the red button" school. Garage Band is pretty powerful software for something that came free with the MacBook, and now I have to learn how to tame the bastard enough to wring the sounds I'm looking for out of it, all while figuring out how to cover up and compensate for the limitations I'm facing—stuff like lack of a guitar pickup, a desperate need for new strings, an apartment that leaks sound like a colander full of gazpacho, availability of only one mic (that would be the one built into the MacBook, which is decent for a built-in, but a built-in nonetheless), and a singing voice like Al Stewart with a head cold. Modest success found so far, but then I run into stuff like "Untitled," which I started on in the wee hours last night, and face-planted into a brick wall on shortly thereafter. I persevere.
And then? Then there's the outlier, my little excursion into the uncharted jungle of oontz-folk: a few dozen dance-club loops overlaid with the vocals for "My Son John." It...look, I don't know what happened, okay? I'm blaming
felisdemens, because you don't introduce an Anglo-Celtic folk-rock fan with access to recording software to techno noise without weird sh*t happening. It's either very, very cool or very, very, very lame, and because the loops are all straight from the Garage Band can (including one Middle Eastern lick that is unmistakably from their coffers), not to mention the fact that it has nothing to do with anything else I've ever done before, I'm uninclined to stick it on the aforementioned CD in progress, or any other CD. I really need to lay off this stuff, y'know what I mean?But speaking of the CD in progress, I'm using the working title Two Crows' Joy, an unused title for a NaNoWriMo project of several years ago that went unfinished, but I'm not sure if I like it. So! Audience participation time again!
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