Archive for the ‘self-release’ Category

Creating Kenavo in 17 days has left me bludgeoned and a bit demured. I want to do more things, but I seemed to have scraped the bottom of my creativity barrel. Plus I still struggle with EQ enough to sound as if I am a 1970s am radio producer. Those of you unsure of a sidebar download, here it is again, free for the taking. There are two swear words and some material may not be appropriate for younger children.

 

Kenavo Get the Record Here. Free.

So tonight I am just posting some remixes, some nice ones, others have done with the a capellas I have loaded onto CCmixter.

Tino (if you just hold on remix)

Liquid Eyes (the clouds are godless mix)

scmixer My Apocalypse Now (dark clouds mix)

Vo1k1 (Rain Lament Pretty Mix ft. Jaspertine)

 

Lastly, a cool video from jaspertine, I believe the footage, or at least some of it, comes from his work trip to Quebec.

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photo credit: charlesdyer

I made a record in 18 days. I am calling it Kenavo, which means goodbye in Breton. (If you would like to download it, the zip file, with artwork etc., is available now in the side bar.

It’s strange to not be under gun of finishing, but I want to make music- more. So I have two collaboration projects in the works, my third with dittoditto, also a new one born inside ccmixter, with fireproof babies .

I am also now putting the link for all my creative commons work in the sidebar, and from now on only posting originals here.

I am also struggling with the idea of opening a virtual music store, to try and sell some a capellas, and songs, and maybe other musicians’ works I appreciate, but I am not ready to make this a business, yet anyway. Someday soon, maybe. But not today.

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Can you, or rather would you write an album in one month? Why? It is a proven and stated fact that albums no longer have any weight, nor matter, and the only thing that counts is one golden nugget of three minutes, a ninety-nine cent single, shuffled into an ipod, individual songs that cause train riders, fast walkers, aimless wanderers to create the ’soundtracks of their lives’. You can shuffle through moods, work-out, get fitter, feel happier, arrange your break-up songs. You no longer need be bothered with the one, out-of-place, dissonant track that somehow ruined an entire album, but in days gone by you had to get off your stoned ass and actually physically MOVE THE RECORD NEEDLE, often causing scratching and high-end sonic irritation, to avoid this disruption of bliss. Now a single thumb will dial, dial, dial, until the right mood hits and brightness is yours again.

RBM offers a yearly challenge to mentally ill musicians ( I mean really who would commit themselves to this???—it’s like the special olympics of home production!!) Make an album in 29 days. There is a little, count-down clock on the site, and much weird youtubeness, the likes of which I am not prepared to share. Check it yourself-my profile here, notice I have nothing up. In order not to clog up their bandwidth I am going to post/blog talk about it here-which makes way more sense.

(Update: This post was originally intended for publishing on Fenruary 8th, when I joined. I now have 35 minutes of music- 8 songs, 1.5 of which is not recorded, 2 of which are not tracked, 5 of which are not mixed, 8 of which have no vocals, and 5 of which do not have lyrics written. All of which are not mastered. Christ.)

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I want to see this
but cannot seem to find anywhere in Chicago playing it. These were the songs I listened to, several years after Ian Curtis’ death, the songs that unhappily led me through my adolescent mires, I would tape them from my record player onto a cassette (remember, those?) snap it into a Walkman (one more relic for your architectural dig, and walk around this dirty city.

I must admit, when I found the true genesis of their name I was a bit saddened; I had just been to Auschwitz (1989) and found that the name had been taken from Nazi semantics- a set of attractive Jewish girls left aside for the carnal pleasures of German officers. In my innocence, I had thought the name was irony, the music was certainly not joyful, although yet a division from standard punk and pop- yes.

I wanted to write something for my sister, M. I cannot express how much I love her, or how much she means to me, and how our 7 year rift left my soul less, empty, ragged and raw. Without disturbing the water under the bridge (which is cool and shiny now) I just want to announce that she is my heart, and sometimes (at least 3 times a week) I awake calling her name.

So two songs came out of this week, and the potential for a Chicago collaboration that has all the hallmarks of being very good/solid/challenging/exciting. I want to post our first song, but the mix is not right yet (says he who I will now S.A.M.) so you will all have to wait.

I have spent the last couple of weeks meeting very cool people from all over the world, and hope to be able to showcase some of their great stuff in posts to come.

And yes, Nittso I still dig your music very much.

Shout out to spysuz in Bedford, UK, which is nowhere near Leeds. Hello Spysuz! You are brilliant.

Melissa’s Song, Unforgiven

 

Song for SAM to Contemplate (lyrics stolen for Melissa’s Song

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They gave it away. I refused the free offer. I paid $17 american. This song is transcendent. Thom Yorke, smallish, one almost dead eye, tired shoulders and all is my angel. If there is a heaven, he will be at the gates, welcoming me inside. He might smile and understand our complicity, the complicity he and I share apparently with millions of other folk. Does this leave me in the world or leave me on the fringes? I am in love with this/him/hope/everything.

ALL I NEED RADIOHEAD

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