Thursday, June 17, 2004

one note affairs

Greetings, citizens! We are from the planet Jazz and we're invading this place.

Noooo mercy.

Rejoice, rejoice! Sound the fanfares and open the gates of heaven! Or do something comparably majestic and cheerful according to your tradition! Behold: the third chapter of this Tuesday's recording sessions is now online. Spent nearly an hour (while the Valhalla TV was broadcasting an old episode of Martial Law) mixing it, and now here's the result. Fire at will! (Poor, poor William. Everybody's shooting at him all of a sudden.)

On a side note, I just learned the results of my written entry exams:

(actually, I need some space to make my blastingly cheerful voice come out right and in proportion on this page)

40 out of 40 points!

Hot damn, it feels good just shouting this out loud.

music... cornered; yes, a special edition

Greetings, my friends! I have came in peace.

Ah yes, as if. I came in pieces after last night, dropping by a gig in one of my favourite chillout open-air places, where, notwithstanding my eldritch age, I had quite a lot of fun. In the company of both spiritual and biological... teenagers. Ouch. I guess I kinda looked a bit out of place with me being old enough to be a daddy to most of the chicks there. (Some girls though made me wish I was their sick, incestive sugar daddy...) Well, ahem, anyway, it was lucky that I actually paid my visit after I finished up my vocal recording sessions with Odin.

Hah, I think by now you can guess that this entry's really about these vocal sessions. Rrrroight.

So, after a horribly disfigured attempt at burning my vocal bits into CD format last christmas (nevertheless, people seem to dig it -- never mind pitch precision and all, music for the masses doesn't necessarily have to have a blue ribbon written all over its sleeve), I took my chance to set my voice in stone (or, to be precise, some sort of silver-nitrate-cyanide or whatever what makes up a CD), and I hereby present you, true believers, the results of the recording sessions. Two tracks are still in the phase of mixing (one is being mixed by yours truly, the other one -- also by truly -- is being reassembled and made into a heavily danceable bigbeat act), but here are two brand-new (just finished downmixing them) and one old (yes, the disfigured attempt itself) songs.

Grab them here (hot latin jazz action), here (Ol' Blue Eyes spinning steadfast in his grave) and here (going to your head, the disfigured attempt itself). Listen to them at classy, snobbish parties in top-of-a-skyscraper luxury apartment, preferrably at night and in open air, at medium volume. If you score with someone to this music, all the better. Just be reminded: there is such a thing as a copyright on these recordings, they're strictly promotional (either to inform the world on my greatness and make everyone bow down before me, or to let the cognoscenti know that I suck donkey ass as a singer), so have fun, but make sure I'm the first to know if any of these tracks are supposed to surface on any sold albums.

Friday night is karaoke night, again!