Presente: BIG DRIFTY. It’s jazz.
Or not. It really is retroscapist rock-jazz fusion, standing on the halfway line between sweaty blues & robot farts.
There’s the band. With instruments & all.
Drum track contains more dots than my shirt, and way more Onyxia should’ve had on.
Synthesizer goes squeak & bass is boring.
There’s also a guitar. Or several if you count in all the octaves & bits of delay.
That’s it. It’s jazz. Jazz that.
So, a while ago I had a bad week.
You know, cutlery escaping my grasp, making violent sound when they hit the floor. Really bad weather, causing commuter train to stop for 40 minutes on an exit, that’s one before my destination. General trouble with humans, small animals & aliens.
And most of all, terrible football results.
Then I decided, I think it was already thursday, that I’m done with this week, and lo and behold, NO MORE BAD WEEK.
I also turned thursday to friday, which helped.
This here is the kind of post, that usually starts with me saying: “I’m not an expert on (add variable), but…”.
… There doesn’t seem to be any workaround, so here we go again:
“Ahem. As you may have guessed, I’m not an expert on Slavic folk music. However, I dare to say, that this time I’m much less of a complete dimwit, compared to when I’ve been messing with, let’s say Polynesian or Malian music.”
Why is that?
Simple matter of geography and cultural leakage.
This ain’t no Down by the River… or it is… DOWN BY THE DNEPR, to be exact.
Not much to say today, other than I really like making these “computer game music”-type of tunes.
I originally named this guy “Space Lead”, lead being Pb. Knowing this, you may find some hidden information inside the current title: SPACE READ.
If you didn’t get it, don’t you fret. It’s stupid & linguistical, tapestry themed joke.
No, this was not the joke I’ve been working on for the past four years. It’s still on its way.
…well, yeah. I could say pretty much the same things I did three weeks ago, but I don’t, ‘cos I already did done dat.
Dee doo dow don’t dee dow.
Along with the discovery of Fusion Dark Band – the band, I’ve already tormented my friends, neighbours and pupils. Now it’s your turn: PICTURE PERFECT.
You know, “I’ve suffered for my music, now it’s your turn”-kinda thing.
NAILS was my character in Cyberpunk. (The 1988 tabletop role-playing game)
She was a solo, a person who was willing to wash other peoples dirty laundry. Figuratively speaking. She was resourceful, fast thinking & moving, and when it came to dealing problems with firearms or fists, she was unstoppable. You could almost say… you know what’s coming… she was tough as… nails.
Then she got arrested and was sent to prison.
The trial and sentence was a huge sham, orchestrated by unknown forces. I mostly blamed the GM.
After some time in the slammer, she made her risky move. She faked an sporting accident, in which she was actually injured, and during a transport to a hospital she escaped.
She was a bloody mess, but she got out!
About the tune, well, it’s appropriate for this little story of mine.
Have you tried typing “Classical Music” in yOt00B?
It’s a total overload overload of Mozarella and Beathoffen.
But where are your Cages & Nancarrows, Johnstons & Stockhausens?
The answer: Buried deep, under the surface of algorithms. Such shame. Stupid algorithms.
I was tempted to call this one “Treacherous Banana” or “Sub-Terranean Deceit”, or something equally silly, but in the end I settled for CANON IN C FOR WOODWINDS AND ORGAN.
Because that’t what it is.
Oh hey, look who just progressed into the 80s CHILLS.
1980’s that is. I still haven’t visited the earlier ones. Or maybe 1280’s a little.
Yeah, I know that the 80’s is no longer cool, and the 90’s nostalgia is the hip new thing. I guess… ‘cos at least I’ve seen people wearing the mom jeans with the non-existent legs.
Oh you magnificent Lord of Fads, please don’t let them bring back the boat shoes! Nor fanny packs, the high-pitched snare drums or the hair! Not the hair!
Spice Boys. Now that’s memory from the 90’s that instantly gives me joy. Maybe Spice Girls too.
If there’s a single word that nicely describes BACK TO BASIC, it’s “horizontal”.
Sure, I started the job vertical, made 2 bars sound neat. Then 4, which I expanded into a 16 bar (?) chord structure. Little by little I spreaded the mass to last fourish minutes.
Painter painted a house, blue and red.
The tune sounded pretty cool, even in this cold wednesday morning. Reminded me of better times.
… That’s it! I’m off to finish writing a joke that has been formulating in my text files for years!
… To end this writing session on a high note.
… ‘cos sometimes you gotta go slow, high & low. You may have to put your feelings aside, and just focus on that one thing, that requires a helluva lot on concentration and poise. That, of course, can be said about a bunch of things like surfing, panting or repairing a damaged monocle, without the risk of repeating yourself. YUNNAAYA. But then again, who of us is to say when to completely stop regarding your emotions, and purely rely on rules, that were probably written by some Belgian, several hundred years ago? Them of us maybe, but wouldn’t you nonetheless say “sardines”, ‘cos sometimes you gotta…