Robot Cousin Soundworks

Highly entertaining and very informative, I give you “MARSH: Slipperman’s Recording Distorted Guitars Thread from Hell”

An exerpt:

You gotta start in the room with ‘the sound’. First, Put in some fucking earplugs, so when you go to get sounds on the desk later you’ll actually have an opinion on ANYTHING. Then, get ‘Einstein’ to fiddle with his miserable square wave rectifier/noise generator until he confirms it is indeed producing “his sound”. The incredibly new and amazing sound you haven’t heard from anybody else…. in the last 15 minutes. This is MAJOR, once attained, we now have a starting point. We can now feel free to embark on our hellish voyage into the most fruitless and subjective undertaking ever conceived in the history of man’s sad efforts on this sad and forgotten pebble in space. “A great guitar sound”. Something NOBODY has agreed upon for more than 15 minutes since Ike left the White House.

The words “not finished yet” show up a lot in my regular, day-to-day language. As in, coming from me.

Midnight (demo) is a perfect example. The main part of this track is totally done. But what the hell do I do about these very “temp-y” drums? They don’t sound right in the least, but I’ve experimented with a bunch of other things, and these are the closest I’ve come to something sounding somewhat decent.

Whatever, I’ll think of something. In the meantime, the siren and the sense of urgency, I’m happy to report, arrived completely intact. Yes, for once, the exact sound I heard in my mental space made it to the sonic page in front of me, and for that, I am grateful.

I was up late one night, and I just had this… feeling. I had this “something is wrong, and there has to be some sort of sound for that” feeling of dread. In actuality, everything was cool, but for that night, during the time I spent awake, at my keyboard, in my underwear, stuff was going down.

And that’s all I have to say about that.