I bind thee, and thy allies, that you may fail utterly in your works of wickedness.

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As above, so abover. But inverted.

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Triptych

Shockingly, no work

Pile

Shook things up and reached down to the bottom of the active part of The Pile, and spent some time with a couple things I had Matt play drums on… oh, about a year ago. Sorry Matt!

“The Kgnarl” - at this point, it’s a lesson in why people generally don’t comp drum parts. I’m trying to pull together a cogent drum part out of hours of recordings and multiple, improvised, takes. As I do so, it occurs to me that this isn’t even much of a piece of music - it’s a bunch of riffs, a bunch of tempo changes, and an outro jam. So even when I’ve put together a working drum part, it’s still a long way to go before “that’s a piece of music I’d like to listen to.”

“Cyclone” - essentially a bunch of bass noise that I had Matt play along to. I have at least developed a plan for this one. Adding tracks, effects, and processing - eventually I’ll have a bunch of stuff I like and I’ll mix it. Boom, done.

R&D

Played around with #5, then stepped back and came up with a new plan. Kinda back to square one, but no more accumulating tracks. I don’t know entirely how it will wind up, but I have a direction forward.

Meditations

No meditations, but on the practice tip I DID play a lot of guitar Saturday. MY GOD, I’m better than I’ve ever been. All I’ve been doing is playing a C scale up and down, slowly, to a metronome. Shocking results, and sudden. Highly recommended.

“I saw that the crescent was designed to cross the region of the heart. It would fray the serge of my robe – it would return and repeat its operations – again – and again. Notwithstanding terrifically wide sweep (some thirty feet or more) and the hissing vigor of its descent, sufficient to sunder these very walls of iron, still the fraying of my robe would be all that, for several minutes, it would accomplish. And at this thought I paused. I dared not go farther than this reflection. I dwelt upon it with a pertinacity of attention – as if, in so dwelling, I could arrest here the descent of the steel. “ - Poe

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We need to MOVE. And QUICK.

(Administrativia: Why all the Bryce lately? Well, I’ve been making a ton of it. So much so that all the new art is overpopulating the pool I pull all of this from. I’ve almost been treating the program like an obsolete piece of kit that dies when all the computers it’s currently installed on die. This is because it’s an obsolete piece of kit that dies when all the computers it’s currently installed on die.

But I love the program - it’s just SO EASY. I’ve tried to move my 3d impulses to other softwares, but they all require me to think, while Bryce just DOES. So when my Win7 machines are done, I’m either going to have to sit down and learn some more proper 3d renderers, or be done with 3d stuff.

But I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it. Until then, you can have my Bryce when you pry it from my cold, dead hands. Um… virtually, I guess.)

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