|One has the horn|
So, with the acquisition of a Trevor James Classic II none-more-blacksophone (what else?), I feel it incumbent on me to bring the expressive stylings of this most saxy of woodwinds to the metallic mosh-party thing. Not that the Fell sound stems entirely from HM (cue Vim Fuego).
|More leisure time for all! (?)|
It'll be interesting, for me at least, to hear how the sax meshes with all the other timbres I'm prone to stuffing into an arrangement. Odd that it's an instrument of the woodwind family when it's made of metal (brass, in the case of the blacksophone). But then the sax does have a wooden reed, which mine doesn't. I use synthetics which are easier to maintain. After all, it's enough of a job keeping my other instruments in shape, as well as the unending chore of updating all the software on which one comes to rely when making mayhem with modern technology.
|Apple Logic Pro X, yesterday|
|OK, 'bout ready for that middle-8|
There are those able to just whack out any old thing in a trice or less. A song can be sketched on an iPad at breakfast, sequenced by lunch, then mixed and uploaded to SoundCloud in time for high tea. Bish-bash-bangarang and, often, the results sound like it. However, internet tech has brought with it the massive overhead of engaging with the audience far more intimately than in days of yore. (I find it fun, but there are those who've so little to say musically, there's nothing left when addressing the audience directly. I, meanwhile, can blither on all day whether or not anyone's listening. Try me.)
We've also a generation with access to dodgy download sites and torrents, some members of which seem to think that music is free. And when any twonk with a laptop can knock out a derivative slice of EDM in less time than it takes to tune a guitar, we've not so much torrents as a shitsunami of beat-driven tosh flooding listeners' TeraByte drives. Economics suggest that when supply is plentiful and demand poor, prices fall. So when the supply of music is near infinite and available for, as near as dammit, free, we've the inverse of demand - ie, "shut up and go away, I'm streaming porn".
|Fame at any price? Bad idea|
Sure, some aesthetically blessed youngsters make it through hype, but they're no longer their own people. Teams of songwriters, producers, video directors, choreographers, image consultants, PRs, PAs and the rest use them as marionettes. And when such hypesters shave off their hair, get messy with mascara, go nuts on drugs, end up before a judge for shoplifting and are eventually found dead in their own vomit, that's when you see the price they've paid. Yeah, I think I'll stick with the Zen model.
Next time I post here, I should have more concrete news of FellKlang - which tracks I'm releasing, when and how. Between now and then, there's a mountain of instruction manuals to be absorbed, their content subverted and a titanic archive of song sketches to be plundered. Meantime, if you're the tech-obsessed type, follow www.MuzoBlog.net to keep up with the gizmos I bring to bear and make sure to click the Like button on my Facebook page for funnies, curios and tell of further Fell deeds.