When technology can become a bad thing for sound design.

[getfresh]

When I got really drunk and started playing around with metric modulations.

After many long... ah... something's of rotating bpm's and chords with a stupid grin on my face I got another great idea. I should have known better... Anyways, my fantastic idea was to stack two poly bassline synths heavy so far into the deep end of the LFO range with the freq env so jacked that Bill Withers could have 10 of that chick at home and see no sunshine. I patched them into a combo, tossed some EQ and Comp at it I just knew it was gonna be a ***** little whore as soon as it opens it's mouth.

Here's where things started to take more or less of a turn for the worst as far as judgement and moral fiber are concerned. I patched the combo output into a vocoder set to EQ morphing, and started making my own electro themed porn. After it was all over I felt dirty. The sight was something to behold though. Just a pile of quivering gear covered in CV. I think I may need to go to the free clinic on monday. Anyways, so I still haven't heard this beast yet mind you. At this point I'm finally ready to send it to the mixer and out into the world so it can make something of itself. I patch the vocoder output into 2 delay's hookup up with the concept of "fear and loathing" and too much ether... wahwahwahwahwahwah...

From here I realize that I feel like I'm losing my integrity as an artist and just indulging in some kind of perverse musical fantasy. So I decide to pass the signal into a distortion that sounds like Muhammad Ali crossed with bobcat goldwaith for a 1/4 1/8 or 3/8 of mumbling, stuttering, awesomeness. Feeling like I had regained my sense of pride and respect with that move and then I plugged it into the mixer. It was earlier saturday morning when I hit spacebar(play)... I've watched a lot of porn in my time. I've seen many a girl get her face raped. This was my first time having my own raped though.

After that, time passed in a blaze of near epic proportions of retardedness. I say this because... when finally I regained composure It is now sunday night... What I was doing during all that time I myself don't know. But I know for a fact, like I can noticeably tell, that I have become stupider, much much stupider. I had spent all weekend long having some type of shameful relationship with a bassline. That bassline was pretty much a fatgirl that I woke up next to... So back to it being sunday, just a bit ago I finally figured it all out! A GATED EQ SWEEPING PHASER WITH A MASSIVE CHORUS!!!


Be careful of too much technology at your disposal

 

[krushing]

You misspelled "Goldthwait"

Aaaanyway, I feel your pain, way too easy to get carried away with stacking all kinds of crazy shit together and then realizing after a few hours that the best sound comes from bypassing everything. I still want to encourage people to go on these sonic journeys, though - it's the only way to truly learn how things work. Unless you're on a deadline, messing around (especially in software) is unlikely to break anything, so you might as well try the hell out of everything.

 

[getfresh]

You misspelled "Goldthwait".

My bad. Guess I should have googled his name.


Indeed. This time was more of me doing the lazy method of plug MOAR!! Rather than actually caring about the signal flow and actually processing in some kind of logical arrangement. It was the typical, "oh wow this sounds cool, lets add more, oh wow it sounds even cooler, more, more" and in the end forgetting wth you were making in the first place. The actual sound of it in the end was actually very cool but the issue was it was so deep, rich, and wide that nothing else wanted to work with it except a beat, so it was very 2-tone.