So after 35 CD-Rs and equally rough mixes, 7 of which weren’t scrapped, 3 Minidiscs, 2 ADAT tapes, a few drum sticks, swollen fingers, consistantly fatigued ears, 4 title changes, 2 song changes, one 25 minute epic that didnt make the cut, Joe looking bored when not playing synth, two confused parents, patch cords coming out of the walls, 4 never to be heard outtakes, 2 to be heard outtakes, one of the 2 being based on 643 digits of Pi, duling theremins, hours of getting the perfect vocoder tone and text, two OLD tape machines, two razor blades, two cassette tapes from feetnik being delirious in houston, 2 digital cameras, one soldering gun, learning to vocode the hell out of drums, some patience, some more solder, a vision, years of pent up ideas, thoughts of hope, the perfect patch, understanding midi completely, totally saturating saturation, endless and mindless hours of mastering, and then some, water and ice, getting shocked only twice, figment only falling once, only two interrupting phone calls, tubes tubes tubes, YAMAHA’s sound reinforcement handbook, years of understanding of the implications of sound placement and creation, juno 106 booty bass, and no broken bones.
Well it’s done. MONSIII has finally be finished. Well at least it’s gotten the farthest is has ever just not. It pasted the “day after” test. Sorta like when you wake up with that strange girl in the morning and if you think she’s cool, you go out again! Ha! So yeah, I did some final mastering last nite. I made the mixes and I shelved them. Then tonight, after Dad’s birthday party (yup, he’s 60!) I put it on. I think it’s mastered completely. It’s done. And, i am hoping with make the listener’s ears bleed. My simple goal is the pure act of blood errupting from the ear canal. I think this is completely feasable. Now I just need to finish up artwork and it will be ready to ship to the pressing plant. I feel so relieved. I also feel just as volnerable. I forsee (?!) a lot of confused people. But in a way maybe that is what I want. I want to open peoples ears to new sounds and visions of how sound can be manipulated and created. People are stuck in this rut that music has to be one way. And it doesnt. A guitar line or even the tone of the guitar line can be just as emotional as a lyric. Typically it’s more. At least to me. Upper harmonics have a lot to prove to the general public in the next few decades. Only time will tell. I hope people are ready for this. This is the sound of the future. This is one baby I am more proud of than I have ever been. Be ready.
Today was a pretty typical monday. I did come in late cos I needed to catch up on some sleep. I got hooked up for Pete Yorn this week for my photo pass. I hope he remembers me from when we hung out in the studio last March, but you know it really doesnt even matter, nor will i care. Then in early September Built to Spill and The Samples will be playing. Finally I get to see the Samples. I’ll do a shoot as well, provided my photo passes come through, but I have yet to be disapointed. I dont even really want to see Built to Spill, cos I have before, but getting on the guest list is pretty easy, and it’s not every day you get to see a band like that. Plus most every band that plays there (the 930 Club) sounds great. Except for that shite that opened for Autechre. My god. And they were for real! Fo’ real. Is it AW-TECH-ER? AWT-I-KER? AW-TESCH-RAY? Blah. Damn Germans and their engineering.
I think I want to get an I-Zone. I have this postcard thing I am doing and I think it would be cool to have an individual I-Zone picture for each one. No/Yes? I think so. I think it’s cool that I still write letters to people and I get some in return. Most people these days that partake in the email phenomenon/fad seem to forget there is USPS. I love that shit. And my dream has attenuated with my PO Box. Send me shit. I may even write back.
I now own OMrecs.com – I rule. Dude, I also just wrote a Phillip Glass spy theme. Damn it’s cool. Castor here I come.