patience a day brings

so we can do it all night long.

I again am excited to be responsible for this blog on the daily, I was a bit frustrated making my video for today for lack of material.

That's good, I think--I'm pushing me.

I'll probably scratch through folders of old video from the two to three years I've owned a digital camera after I'm finished, here, and gather up some new fodder for the days ahead.

Days ahead--that's a transition. Tomorrow will I resume my efforts on registering my car in the state of California and prepare one track in particular for vocal recording on Monday. Number eleven's soft synth action is a tad out of tune and I do not want to antagonize my vocalist so generously offering her time.

I'm wondering about recording a drum kit with only two microphones. I will record guitar direct, from the effects loop of a Fender Deluxe amp I've had for 12 years without changing its tubes. I should probably record some of the synthesizers I have lying around here, as well--direct, again, the way to go.

The other questions and thoughts to brush upon are arrangement and form, our depth horizontally and vertically. A couple of these demos already cover a lot of territory horizontally; I am drawn to the idea of dazzling pop expectations of repetition by expanding verses and choruses vertically with each said repetition.

Does this also expand them, horizontally?

Whatever.

Here's the conclusion of number six, set to a wildly contrasted video depicting some more of yesterday's pork exploits and some action from back in Silverlake. I think these lyrics do a better job demonstrating the aesthetic I was trying to describe, yesterday, and I really like my as yet juvenile attempts to link visual cuts in the video with the phrasing of the music.

It's a wonderful start, listening to the music.