[np: Trainspotting Soundtrack]
Allow me to start my first diary entry of the year with a moment of silence for Hunter S. Thompson, who took his life sometime last night... Nah, fuck that. He'd beat me about the head for that. As I don't have any ether handy, I'll pour out a few thoughts on the subject. Initially I was really sad to hear he had left a huge skidmark on the world and moved on. But in reading about his demise, I came to realize that this wasn't a tragic moment of weakness for a great artist, but more of an in character "screw you" to the world that is so fitting that it shouldn't have been any other way. Thompson was never "meant" to be old. I imagine he woke up yesterday morning, said to himself "Ah, fuck this", and that was that.
At any rate, all I can say is that his work had an immense impact on me in my early twenties, not so much in his excesses, but in his views of the perversion of the American Dream, seeing what it truly amounts to. If he thought it was tainted in the mid/late seventies, I can only imagine what he thought of "American Idol", the ultimate travesty. I take from Thompson's teachings that cynicism, and although the oppresive culture got the better of him in many ways, I can always read his books for a little escape into a world without boundaries.
Yup.
Well the last week has found me working odd hours and tearing my studio apart again. As much as I hate to admit it, I am a firm believer in the necessity of "Feng Shui" in one's studio. Not in that goofy eastern mysticism bullshit kind of way, but in a more practical way. It's really, really difficult to be creative in a space that doesn't have the proper "flow" to it.
The first time I put the studio together in the new space, there were just a number of things a little off about it. I had to walk around the Triton from my chair in front of the computer to get to the other keyboards. There were cables running across the floor (and everywhere else). The mixer and the patch bay weren't labelled. I was using a DJ mixer as a submix of random inputs into the main recording mixer, and it had a really low input/output and hence was really noisy. Trying to work on anything and get anything recorded was just a headache.
So that's bad. In the middle of recording a guitar part, I trhew up my hands and said "screw it". In two hours every piece of equipment was in the hallway. Over the course of the week, I slowly reintegrated each piece of equipment, carefully testing how well it worked with everything else and how it worked with the... Well, not to sound incredibly pretentious, but "the flow of my creativity". I finally finished up tonight, and was really psyched to play around.
And yet all the Feng Shui in the world can't always get the ball rolling. Dammit. I putzed around for a good two hours, without much to show for it. Wasn't a songwriting night, apparently. I'm going to take a stab at it again later on, maybe just play with sounds a bit.
Nothing like a cigarette and a diary entry to get you started again. We'll see where I end up.


