New Computer; New Music
Just bought the latest FL Studio and Sonar programs. Trying to fine tune them to work with my laptop.
It’s slow going so far. Annoying really. But I got one this to record so far and not make me vomit.
Time will work out the rest, or I want a refund.
“Waiting” ~ Work very much in progress. Only the instrumental, so much as I have. Words not written yet.
Update:
This is an old song I just found floating around my external hard drive. The first song written from a distance by E and I.
He made the beat, I added the rest.
Leeway
Whidbey Pictures
Links to the new pictures from the Whidbey Island SPU MFA Res. 08.
Clicky
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=16388&l=50ef8&id=505480838
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=16392&l=7e2d4&id=505480838
Days Of Future Past
I’m now on the West Coast for the first time. Feeling the inhale and exhale of the Pacific. The spray against my face, soaking my socks when I stumble too close, not changing my shoes for hours. Talking to people I’ve missed, and not realized how much, and meeting new ones which will add to the pang of leaving.
Collecting rocks. Smooth. Rounded. Jagged.
Remembering words. Singing them. Words I wrote missing the soars of another ocean. Being landlocked in mountainous obscurity. Cut off. Dry.
Now surrounded by green. And blue. Smells I know. Sounds that lull me to sleep at 3pm. Sitting, listening, learning, being.
Almost feels like home.
And I want to sit by the ocean
Just to spend some time in a lower state of mind.
And though vain I entertain the notion
That at sea level I’m closer to Your side
For without these mountains I’ve no place to hide.
Lord I need some air
Lord I need You near.
Lord I need You near,
Oh I need some air.
Apparently I’m On Youtube
Jesus . . . bloody interweb.
Goes with this: http://greyparty.net/2008/02/09/music-first/
Heading To Washington State
Here’s some more “vicarious” music to remember me by:
Beginnings of a song as of yet untitled, though I am leading towards Suicide King, but not for the reason you think.
Current words (such as they are):
. . .How is it my fault when you held all the cards
and doubled down on the two of (our) hearts?
Now you’re digging (waiting) for diamonds
and maybe you’ll find them, one day
when you stop weilding love like a club. . .
Would you want me to place that bet
When I can’t see more than half the deck . . .?
bye