(JAK THE SAD)
||Thursday, June 03 2010 @ 01:10 PM CDT
|| Greenock, Scotland United Kingdom
I'm an old Fireman but have re-invented myself as a basement dwelling producer of gloomy, computerised music that no one listens to and would hate if they did.
I started my fixation with music production in the 80s when I independently discovered the art of bouncing with two cassette recorders. Dismayed by my creations disappearing under a sea of hiss I determined to have... wait for it... A FOUR TRACK. Well satisfaction with that was short lived and I concluded the answer to all my woes was an 8 track. I shan't persist with this logical progression which I'm sure many of you can figure for yourself but suffice it to say I now operate a basement like a small defence establishment and yet, to date, have never created a tune that actually sounds "finished."
Am I alone? I know that many artist have said that it is an art in itself to be able to draw a line under a creation but it just gets ridiculous for me. I would have several albums worth of work if it were not for the need to create files titled, in turn... "ruff-mix" "for re-mix" "for possible final-mix" and more.
I suppose years of isolation have just driven me bats. Troglodyte living too. You know I have really nice rooms upstairs which I rarely visit. I even bought a fridge and coffee machine for the basement to save me having to mess up the beautifully appointed upstairs kitchen. I sleep on something approaching hay-bales in the basement so that I don't have to make the super king-size bed.
Do I suffer for my art or what!