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Saturday, 11 September 2004
Faux jazz ::
The latest musical work in progress is based on a part near the end of a 30-minute loopy improvisation that started pulsing in a way that resonated with a suggestion from a friend: fire!
This time I gave up on creating a click fairly quickly! Last weekend I loaded up the Mach Five sampler with a really nice multisampled ride cymbal, layered it with an RD700 drum kit, and played an acceptable drum track, veering from inside to bluesy to free jazz. Over the course of the week I recorded about 5 different bass tracks. Tonight I cut them up, played some more, and added some electric piano to nail down some chords under the swirling nexus of pokey piano/synth notes and echoes in the original improv. It’s different. It rubs up against a sore spot, a sense that using electronics to imitate the sound of live players is a lame copout ("if I want that sound I should play with real players”) but it seems that the combination of decent samples and it being impossible to quantize or copy and paste makes it more organic than previous attempts. But it’s slow going; I’m only 2 minutes in now.
It’s interesting, it seems I often write about a piece at around this stage in its development, where it’s first looking like it could get finished—as if writing about it puts a stake in the ground, forcing me to ask myself if I’m really going to finish it.
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