I’m not much in the mood to share my writing for the time being and so… the radio silence.
However, I did shamelessly go and try do a ripoff tune heavily “borrowed” from Sisters of Mercy, from trying to emulate the Floodland sound to the point that fans will probably recognize the bass riff as being a “damn close” to the original, but I assure you — I changed some rhythms and note patterns. The overall patterns, sounds and sequences are similar, but that was the intent. I’m interested in what Eldritch did back then and I’ve convinced myself that I kind of know where he came from in his programming of Doktor Avalanche (his drum machine’s name) and/or keyboards.
I’m not even going to hide that I was trying to copy the sound. The song is called SoM Ripoff.
In my mind I’m thinking something like dance-Vangelis. I’m probably going to need some big-assed synth swells in the piece to feel the V, but this is the root feel from off which I’ll build the rest. I figure slow and fat swell pads (there’s the Van) with minimal drums intro and fade into something related to this.
Here’s an experimental bit of music I never intended to take much further (written in 2020). I pretended that I was writing a soundtrack for a bit of video game and I furthermore imagined I was writing it for something along the lines of American McGee’s Alice In Wonderland. So, a mentally damaged Alice trapped in her own mind and slightly off-putting bell melody (not grating, just off-putting). Keep the drums somewhat tripped out and at a tempo that seemed slightly dissonant compared to the tempo of the bells (all “in time” but, again, off-putting without being obvious). Tension. Maybe that teakettle was laced with laudanum. Maybe the caterpillar is throwing mushrooms. Or the Cheshire Cat is gnawing at her one way home and her having to platform her way to where he is. Not quite horror, but something that could lean into horror.
You’ll have to let me know if I succeeded. The only change from my original intention was to extend from 2 blocks of sequence to 4 blocks of sequence and add a fade out. When playing around with it, I just had it on repeat, so this lengthens the tune itself.
Feedback is always welcome. However, I don’t really expect to take this anywhere.
On a hot summer night --
Would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?
Will he offer me his mouth? Yes
Will he offer me his teeth? Yes
Will he offer me his jaws? Yes
Will he offer me his hunger? Yes
Again, will he offer me his hunger? Yes
And will he starve without me? Yes
And does he love me? Yes
On a hot summer night
Would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?
I bet you to say that to all the boys
Take that neighbors. You should have sang along with me.
Now you spit out the sky Because it’s empty and hollow All your dreams Are hanging out to dry Stars are stars And they shine so cold
I saw you climb Shadows on the trees We lost some time After things that never matter
While Ocean Rain will always be my favorite Echo album, primarily because of the shamanistic lyrical content that evokes the Eskimo/Inuit, Crocodiles comes in a close second because of Rescue and the non-album single associated with the album (I know, doesn’t make sense) The Puppet. Both song were on Urgh! A Music War, a documentary that introduced me to many of the bands I ended up loving growing up (X, XTC, Pere Ubu, Cramps, Echo, etc). Crocodiles was Echo at their most raw, in my opinion, whereas Ocean Rain was the band at their most refined.
I always felt, without being able to point to it directly, that Crocodiles was one of the more Door-sey albums, capturing some of what made Jim Morrison so compelling.
Stars are Stars hints at what the band would become with Ocean Rain.
I decided that I didn’t care for the auto-posting to Twitter. There are times when I just don’t want to put out into the twitterverse some of my writing (this post, or the aural assault variety, for example). And because WordPress hasn’t ensured parity between their mobile app and their webapp, I don’t have control of which posts go to Twitter when I post via mobile. I’m a control freak in that respect.
Soooo, on the highly unlikely chance that you actually used my post this weekend to shift your following habits from the WordPress Reader to Twitter for this page of doggerel and drivel, you should know that I have made myself a liar and it is only good for getting notice of selected posts.
Which, honestly, might be to the benefit of your well-being and sanity. I mean… 1000 posts in less than ten months? Someone might want to adjust that writer’s Koolaid formulation, maybe add some benzies to it. Hey… Earl… You got any ‘ludes on ya? [obscure song reference, internet ghost hugs if you can tell me which].
I have honestly got very little that isn’t poetry to foist on you these days. Twinkies are back in school, eldest teenage kid is silently screaming [think the kid in the back of the bus in the 80s video Hot for Teacher, timestamp 0.49 on the link; yes… I still live in the 80s] at the unlikely prospect of being forced back into the classroom.
Aside: I’d forgotten just how inappropriate the video would be by today’s standards. I doubt it would get any airplay on MTV if the M still stood for “music”. Please, no hating on me for making a reference to something so overtly sexist. Different times, folks — can’t pretend like it didn’t happen or exist. And it doesn’t change the fact that “Waldo” looks eerily similar to how my daughter looks when confronted with the idea of being a possible vector for… well, anything. But coronavirus has got her absolutely panicked that she might have to share airspace with… well… anyone.
You know — I should probably actually get back to work. I’m easily distracted from it these days — I’m just not loving the raw instrumentation QAQC recalculations I have on my plate and, in case that sounded fun, I’m fairly convinced I won’t find anything wrong with the data because the higher level review didn’t catch anything. If it is bad data — you are rarely going to find it in the raw data anymore because the software largely prevents it — although you might, if the analyst themselves are up to shenanigans of some sort. But the days of “drylabbing” analytical are long gone. As far as I’ve seen.
The Dutch band, The Essence was one of those Cure-likes out there back in 1984. Their first two albums mimicked Faith and Seventeen Seconds in a number of ways, although a true Cure fanatic could see numerous songwriting differences between the bands. While their third album still hinted of their Cure influence (as evidenced in the song below, reminiscent of Head on the Door songs), they started developing more of their own sound by that point. They faded away from my access (thanks to regional record and CD sales restrictions popular at the time), but I guess they had a few more albums.
This is still on of my favorite songs by them.
Walking away through crowds I will forever be with you Silently away they melt Like ice I push you through As we dream of perfect ways Oh, to die so brave, oh please Don’t dream alone tonight As I mouth the words You’re so far away
Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings Thought I oughta tear the curtain down I held the blade in trembling hands Prepared to make it, but Just then the phone rang I never had the nerve to make the final cut