It's hard not to be cynical
After finishing work on Thursday I went into Vestry Hall studios to record vocals on my current song, Short Term Memory. I'm usually a sucker for hi-end electronics and so requested the Neumann U87 microphone - which they didn't have. I settled for the SE Electronics Omega valve and plugged it into the Neve pre-amp, which always sounds beautiful in my opinion. Well, after four hours the vocals were done, so we packed up and went on an extreamely cold journey home.
The next couple of days were best described as 'fatigue', if I wasn't working I was getting myself into states beyond soberness to flush away the week in my brain. I ended up watching The Godfather and then slept for 14 hours, waking up at 4pm. So it was no surprise that I woke up that afternoon and hated everything, including my vocals. I called Tim in a panic as he's been my right hand man on this project and asked for his assistance.
My greatest fear for this song is that the lyics are actually very tongue-in-cheek. They're basically no different from any other song you would have heard about theiving governments and society trying to sell your soul back to you: but my point is that it often takes a song like this, or a sappy love song in order to sell. My vocal takes really did sound like an angry teenager taking everything too seriously, when I don't and can't anymore. But that doesn't stop me from being any less cynical - which is the point of the song. So we set up a mic in my room and performed some harmonies and neater vocal lines to go alongside with the style of the music (kinda trip-hop). Well I think for now I'm happy. I know what I'm like though - I wont listen to the song for ages and then suddenly turn back to it and hate everything. But right here and now, I can actually say I've nearly completed a song I enjoy. Not a bad start.
Part of me wants to write a new song while I'm still motivated. Part of me really can't be bothered and would rather write a narrative for my other 'secret' project I am working on. Part of me thinks it's best to just sit here and muse until it gets dark again.
The next couple of days were best described as 'fatigue', if I wasn't working I was getting myself into states beyond soberness to flush away the week in my brain. I ended up watching The Godfather and then slept for 14 hours, waking up at 4pm. So it was no surprise that I woke up that afternoon and hated everything, including my vocals. I called Tim in a panic as he's been my right hand man on this project and asked for his assistance.
My greatest fear for this song is that the lyics are actually very tongue-in-cheek. They're basically no different from any other song you would have heard about theiving governments and society trying to sell your soul back to you: but my point is that it often takes a song like this, or a sappy love song in order to sell. My vocal takes really did sound like an angry teenager taking everything too seriously, when I don't and can't anymore. But that doesn't stop me from being any less cynical - which is the point of the song. So we set up a mic in my room and performed some harmonies and neater vocal lines to go alongside with the style of the music (kinda trip-hop). Well I think for now I'm happy. I know what I'm like though - I wont listen to the song for ages and then suddenly turn back to it and hate everything. But right here and now, I can actually say I've nearly completed a song I enjoy. Not a bad start.
Part of me wants to write a new song while I'm still motivated. Part of me really can't be bothered and would rather write a narrative for my other 'secret' project I am working on. Part of me thinks it's best to just sit here and muse until it gets dark again.
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