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i am pretty lo-fi when it comes to recording song ideas.... and if they're not recorded on my phone and added later to an often forgotten-about folder on my computer desktop, then they're often recorded impromptu into the app photo-booth. like many, my being is a cumulation of patterns and habits (seen and un-seen), and thus- i must believe every time i record an idea that i will actually return to it- and finish the composition. reflecting in the last months on how the use of technology has affected my brain's previously singular tendency for retaining and hyper-focusing on musical ideas, and reflecting on days past when my pencil and paper where the totality of recording musical memories... i "flipped" through last year's compositional ideas, which i never typically go back to and review. not only was it sort of embarrassing and funny to see this process, to see myself....the bizarre ego and music's perseverance to exist through it and beyond it... but it also made me churn, again, and chew on the many sonic ideas of 2014, and often returning to the same feeling of discarding them as "unfinished", for the second time. here they briefly are, i kept each clip only 1-3 seconds long for those (all) of us who cannot bare to watch anything that hasn't been polished and designed for utter attention seduction. so the music is not really affectively the point of this short, but the idea of how many pieces begin---to never find their whole place in the sonic world. sound and song is churning through all of us, all of the time. the narrative and frequency is simply our dna. and rosalind franklin knew that. love.
i am pretty lo-fi when it comes to recording song ideas.... and if they're not recorded on my phone and added later to an often forgotten-about folder on my computer desktop, then they're often recorded impromptu into the app photo-booth. like many, my being is a cumulation of patterns and habits (seen and un-seen), and thus- i must believe every time i record an idea that i will actually return to it- and finish the composition. reflecting in the last months on how the use of technology has affected my brain's previously singular tendency for retaining and hyper-focusing on musical ideas, and reflecting on days past when my pencil and paper where the totality of recording musical memories... i "flipped" through last year's compositional ideas, which i never typically go back to and review. not only was it sort of embarrassing and funny to see this process, to see myself....the bizarre ego and music's perseverance to exist through it and beyond it... but it also made me churn, again, and chew on the many sonic ideas of 2014, and often returning to the same feeling of discarding them as "unfinished", for the second time. here they briefly are, i kept each clip only 1-3 seconds long for those (all) of us who cannot bare to watch anything that hasn't been polished and designed for utter attention seduction. so the music is not really affectively the point of this short, but the idea of how many pieces begin---to never find their whole place in the sonic world. sound and song is churning through all of us, all of the time. the narrative and frequency is simply our dna. and rosalind franklin knew that. love.
