It took a lot for me to actually getting around to making one of these things.
So, it’s 2012, I have been working on music in my many rooms for the past 10 years and have done absolutely nothing with it. You can imagine as tastes change, so does talent levels, structural thinking and so on and so forth. Throughout that time has been a scattered array of all things music. Songs have come and gone, progressions etched out into full pieces, hard drives crashed, parts stripped and mined for other projects, ideas falling under pillows, you know, typical bedroom laziness type stuff. Needless to say, nothing is off limits, if I feel it then I feel it, it’s not really up to me if you feel it but if it were, you would feel it. How there is always cable clutter is beyond me. Like a slouch of a dieter, I set out to be a certain way and am for brief moments but sooner or later will ultimately fall back into that greasy finger pizza fanatic that I truly am.
As of lately, my endeavors outside this shady room have been a bit more serious, for example, working pretty much full time in a band and completing soundtracks for short documentaries on my own. The seriousness involved has brought upon a certain energy to want to just float my personal songs out into the internet, be it previously recorded songs for projects or rainy day hymns half leafed on the fly. In a certain way, music that I am a part of creating is the only gate into my true self because it comes directly out of me and allows me to say things I wouldn’t even know how to if I wanted. This isn’t a unique feeling, I am sure there are millions of us dying for millions of others to click links and listen to songs. This is my attempt to exorcise some of those demons.
For the first post I am enclosing a link, you need not follow it.
This track was written for a friend of mine who made a short home movie about his day. Picture waking up a five fifteen in the morning, leaving your warm bed, getting dressed, packing a lunch then hitting the streets for your job which, in this instance, is installing cable. Sounds mundane but sped up 64 times the speed with a warm heartened family reception in the end will have you cheering for Tim as Daddy arrives home. He is my best friend from fifth grade so naturally I support anything creative that he wants to take on let alone have me be a part of. We met by chance in 1992, placed by seating chart next to one another in Sister Regina’s fifth grade homeroom, she was a mean old cuss wasn’t she? I could write a book about that year and all my pivotal moments but will spare you because of the depths it would require. Anyways, after years upon years, it’s good to see him being proactive and surprising everyone with a little D.I.Y. film.
The music was written specifically to go along with the visuals and syncs up pretty nicely if you ask me. So with no further ado….
a sprinkle of pixie, a shake of aggro, a pinch of goofy….
Mr Holland’s Dopedust
pt a) Swerving in Clifton Heights
pt b) The Most Final of Fantasies