overclocked his alarm.
Well. This is it. This is the day I finally can’t do it. The day that I don’t write or post anything entirely because I have nothing in me, instead of because of some extenuating circumstance. Well, ok, that obviously didn’t happen, because there’s a post that you’re reading and a new track right below this paragraph, but it almost happened. I’m finally on schedule and have time to do something and… nothing. Well, that’s … Continue reading
Three Hours Later In the interest of preservation and self-teaching, I have left what I wrote in its original state below, but here’s an addendum. After posting this entry, I had a cup of coffee and took Olive to the dog park for about an hour. I came back, had another coffee and listened to Auturgy again. It’s fine. Yes, it needs love and attention and, yes, all of the points I made below are … Continue reading
This piece started off largely as an attempt to come up with a dance, techno, or drum-and-bass type of track, which it still sort of is, but clearly pivoted mid-journey to become another visually-inpired bit of underscore. Instead of the juxtaposition of a slow, forboding piece of music against images of destruction I had in yesterday’s track, Infiltration is pretty on-the-nose, at least when you take the title as a literal description. I started this … Continue reading
Wow. Full disclosure – I’m writing this entry on February 15 (and will be doing so for the next few). Mary was on business travel for a full seven days, so I’ve been taking care of our new puppy, Olive. She’s currently nine months old, and I’ll be writing about her more extensively in a later post, so just suffice to say that I’m behind on the blog. I’ve also given up on trying to … Continue reading
Note: This post was written in 2025 and backdated to appear on the day I wrote and published the track. I tend to have a pretty strong self-deprecating sense of humor. I’m not sure if that’s a defense mechanism, an outgrowth of my early humility training by my parents, a natural extension of my sarcasm, or some deeper psychological thing that some therapist would like to talk to me about because they need to send … Continue reading