Tripecac - Motions

New Sonar, new 'tude. I wanted to get this song out in January, but due to a move, it ended up taking a lot longer than I hoped. It wasn't until April that I finally had time to finish it.

The singing is horrible, but the music is dark, aggressive, and hopefully can't be classified as elevator muzak. Hopefully, right? Right???

I wanted to write a dance song, so here it is. Put "dance" in air quotes. And "write".

The lyrics are dumb, basically whining about the most recent version of Sonar.

The drums are wayyyy too busy for me to fix (or mix properly), as are the vocals. In fact, there is so much stuff happening that mixing was too intimidating to get into properly, so I pretty much left it as-is. It therefore ended up being a bit of a mess. By "bit" I mean "huge". And by "mess" I mean "diaper disaster".

But hey, at least's it done. And that, as you know, is eleven tenths of the battle these days.

Trancy and simple.

Well, not so simple after I added a million drums to it. It ended up sounding like drum-and-bass. -and-other-stuff.

I gave it a slightly exotic feel too.

The title refers to my standing desk. Mixed with disk. You get it. I hope.

Long jam, with no loops. Lots of editing of mistakes, though!

Even though this is "mindless", I like the energy.

Stupid, juvenile lyrical adlib ruins a perfectly bad song.

I threw a cheesy planet joke in there for my kids. Couldn't resist.

You're welcome, kids.

Sorry, everyone else.

I have given up on making my music "suitable" for the general public. So, this one is for my girls.

It's an inside joke. They get it. You don't. Doesn't matter. No one listens to these songs except me... And my captive audience family. So I may as well tailor the music to them!

The last 2 songs were a bit juvenile lyrically, so I wanted to create something more "grown up" for this one. Hence the lame title.

As with all recent songs, this one was improvised and then stitched together, with no planning or writing. Hence the lame music.

Predictable.

Disposable.

Throwup is more like it.

Next.

I'd been sick for a while, mostly with a bad cough. I was taking medicine to quiet the cough so that I could sleep, but it backfired; some of the meds ended up making me wired, so for a couple nights I got very little sleep.

This song originated during that time period. Can you hear the nervous tension, coupled with fatigue?

Solution for agoraphobes: Blinders, painted to resemble a city. Or cave. Or womb.

Anyway, this one's funky. Took me forever to finish, which kinda sucked the spontaneity out of it.

More of the sayyyyym. Well, sorta.

Actually, what makes this song different is that I recorded and mixed it all using speakers rather than headphones. As a test.

Last song of the album, barely finished on time. Nonsensical lyrics. But at least there are some. And they refer to the (hastily chosen) album name. So I guess that makes this the "title song". Sorta.