A more powerful computer is required!
For some reason, my computer is finding it a little bit difficult to deal with one of the tracks on "I, Yeah!"
This particular song uses 238 plugins. (Not including bypassed plugins.)
Is that too many?
Tuesday, 30 October 2007
Tuesday, 23 October 2007
A LATE ONE
Bad time to be mixing!!
five past four on a wednesday morning!
Brain has gone a little bit to jelly. But this sounds incredible!
five past four on a wednesday morning!
Brain has gone a little bit to jelly. But this sounds incredible!
Saturday, 20 October 2007
How bacteria nearly destroyed all life on Earth!
Read this!
It's damn interesting, and serves as a kind of parable.
Bit like Easter Island. The people of Easter Island cut down their all their trees just because they needed wood to help build their statues. Every last tree was felled. Then, when the rains came, there was nothing to hold the soil in place and all the crops failed. Almost all of the islanders starved to death.
It's damn interesting, and serves as a kind of parable.
Bit like Easter Island. The people of Easter Island cut down their all their trees just because they needed wood to help build their statues. Every last tree was felled. Then, when the rains came, there was nothing to hold the soil in place and all the crops failed. Almost all of the islanders starved to death.
Wednesday, 17 October 2007
Tuesday, 9 October 2007
The path to recognised genius...
I wanna write real songs, about girls and work and mates and the pub and taxes and sex and dating and dancing and shopping and wishing you were still young.
I wanna play everything through an old 4-track recorder and lay everything down loads of times to make it sound really fuzzy and shit. I want to use loop pedals, cheap equipment, soft beaters on glocks, broken guitars, out-of-tune pianos, plastic flutes and recorders, bad microphones, dictophones, telephones. I wanna lose my capo. I wanna unlearn the guitar. I wanna unlearn music.
When recording, I will get so drunk that many of the notes are wrong, or perhaps the whole thing gets accidentally erased.
I will use bad reverb units with the fx level too high and crappy 2-band eq with loads of hiss. I will put the gain up full and perform really quietly, then pop open another can as the noise floor overtakes the entire sound. I will use chrome tape in a tape machine that doesn't support it so the bias is all fucked and wrong. I will deliberately turn stuff up too loud so it occasionally goes into the red.
The next day I will mix this, sat in the passenger seat of the car. The 4-track will run on size C batteries that are almost dead. I'll have to change them regularly, which may warp the tape. When I've had enough, I will bounce everything down onto a standard C-60 cassette tape and I'll drive around with it on full blast to drown out my hangover. That evening, I'll put a big jumper on and go out into the cold. I'll stand on a hill and watch people's living room lights come on. I'll smoke a ciggie and scratch at my stubble.
I'll take a picture of the sunset on my camera phone.
The coloured cardboard cassette label will be turned inside out and the words "Fuzzy Warm Sounds" will be written on the side.
After that, I'll take up painting - but instead of using my fingers to hold the brush, I'll just strap the paintbrush to my foot and kick the canvas around the room.
I wanna play everything through an old 4-track recorder and lay everything down loads of times to make it sound really fuzzy and shit. I want to use loop pedals, cheap equipment, soft beaters on glocks, broken guitars, out-of-tune pianos, plastic flutes and recorders, bad microphones, dictophones, telephones. I wanna lose my capo. I wanna unlearn the guitar. I wanna unlearn music.
When recording, I will get so drunk that many of the notes are wrong, or perhaps the whole thing gets accidentally erased.
I will use bad reverb units with the fx level too high and crappy 2-band eq with loads of hiss. I will put the gain up full and perform really quietly, then pop open another can as the noise floor overtakes the entire sound. I will use chrome tape in a tape machine that doesn't support it so the bias is all fucked and wrong. I will deliberately turn stuff up too loud so it occasionally goes into the red.
The next day I will mix this, sat in the passenger seat of the car. The 4-track will run on size C batteries that are almost dead. I'll have to change them regularly, which may warp the tape. When I've had enough, I will bounce everything down onto a standard C-60 cassette tape and I'll drive around with it on full blast to drown out my hangover. That evening, I'll put a big jumper on and go out into the cold. I'll stand on a hill and watch people's living room lights come on. I'll smoke a ciggie and scratch at my stubble.
I'll take a picture of the sunset on my camera phone.
The coloured cardboard cassette label will be turned inside out and the words "Fuzzy Warm Sounds" will be written on the side.
After that, I'll take up painting - but instead of using my fingers to hold the brush, I'll just strap the paintbrush to my foot and kick the canvas around the room.
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