Talk Too Much

swampmessiah on May 12, 2013 16:39

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    Draft 1—6/13/1999. Roland VS-880. Tweaked in ACID 3/15/2003 and 10/9/2005.
    Draft 1.4—9/27/2012. ACID.

    The cardboard tube from a roll of gift wrap; a Kleenex box; a variety of children’s board books; the shelf above our laundry chute; my mouth and throat; and a dying toy Casio—these are my sample sources.
    Some of the vocal processing was having this toy called a Yak Maniac taped to one end of a large mailing tube, using it like a megaphone.
    The words came with the sounds. It’s a rant against over intellectualizing things. Anyone who knows me knows how much I like to talk (and, no, I don’t like the sound of my own voice) but words and the intellect, as wonderful as they are, often get in the way of understanding.

    you can’t find peace or release
    ’cause you talk too much

    (THEOLOGYPHILOSOPHY)

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    We’re an animal that talks out of necessity and for our own amusement. Then we endow our words, and the thoughts behind them, with the power of reality.
    wordswordswordswords
    Belief! We are the believing animal. We create our own truth. We’re in love with our voices and wit.
    wordswordswordswords
    Is there any truth in what we say?

    we love to talk we live to talk we love to talk we live to talk we…

    Why? How? I don’t know. Yet the primary questions remain: who are we? what are we doing here? where do we come from? what happens when we die? I don’t know. The primary questions remain.

    We’re capable of believing almost anything. Isn’t that amazing! The most gullible species on Earth. Take it on authority or the most elaborate proof: we’re capable of believing almost anything.

    Our voices speak to us in the wilderness.

    Yet the primary questions remain: who are we? where do we come from? what will happen to us after death?

    Our own voices speak to us in the wilderness.
    Why do some of us accept what we were taught?
    Why do some of us rebel, to embrace unorthodox beliefs?
    Why do some of us accept nothing at all?
    The primary questions remain.

    We believe in eternity…and salvation…and god.
    We believe in finding order under chaos.
    We believe in science and rational argument.
    We believe in the soul.
    We believe in time.
    We believe what we say we believe what we say we believe what we say we believe…
    We’re in love with our own voices and wit!

    you can’t find peace or release
    ’cause you talk too much

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    • guitarwizardsofthefuture
      guitarwizardsofthefuture at 2.48 on June 24, 2013 18:07

      i enjoy this. your drawings are also very nice!

    • M Jeffrey Sampson
      M Jeffrey Sampson at 5.03 on May 26, 2013 20:53

      @swampmessiah: Interesting that I would read that today. I'm trying to decide if a "finished" piece should be let loose to the public wild. I'm not convinced it's good enough, but it's as good as I can make the recorded bits sound. I know the only way I can hope to improve it is to start over. For a reason I won't go into here, starting over isn't an option. So, because it isn't a solo track, I'm trying to accept it as "good enough".

    • swampmessiah
      swampmessiah at 5.03 on May 16, 2013 00:30

      @M Jeffrey Sampson: I've never been satisfied with this composition but I don't know how I'd change it, so I'm learning to accept it as is. That seems to be where I'm at these days: learning to accept things.

    • swampmessiah
      swampmessiah at 3.03 on May 16, 2013 00:28

      @Dave Migman: I used to be better at frantic. I suppose I was younger then. This was recorded in 1999.

    • swampmessiah
      swampmessiah at 2.06 on May 16, 2013 00:27

      @hanklebury: Not just you and I but humanity in general. Though I like to think some of do a little more of that talking.

    • swampmessiah
      swampmessiah at 4.47 on May 16, 2013 00:26

      This is my original VS-880 recording from 1999 tweaked in Ozone. I used to do more with the rhythm ruts, as I call them, than I do now (I seem to be drifting into a more formless sound). The beats were programed with a Roland MC-50 mkII sequencer to play household sounds sampled on a Roland MS-1 phrase sampler (all 28 seconds of samples).

    • hanklebury
    • Dave Migman
      Dave Migman at 3.03 on May 13, 2013 08:21

      This is absolutely brilliant. The pace is frantic, the words compelling, it's amazing.

    • M Jeffrey Sampson
      M Jeffrey Sampson at 5.03 on May 13, 2013 04:25

      A well-presented rant, Michael. The incessant beat is a good fit.

    • swampmessiah
      swampmessiah at 0.00 on May 12, 2013 16:40

      you can’t find peace or release
      ’cause you talk too much

      (THEOLOGYPHILOSOPHY)

      wordswordswordswords
      We’re an animal that talks out of necessity and for our own amusement. Then we endow our words, and the thoughts behind them, with the power of reality.
      wordswordswordswords
      Belief! We are the believing animal. We create our own truth. We’re in love with our voices and wit.
      wordswordswordswords
      Is there any truth in what we say?

      we love to talk we live to talk we love to talk we live to talk we…

      Why? How? I don’t know. Yet the primary questions remain: who are we? what are we doing here? where do we come from? what happens when we die? I don’t know. The primary questions remain.

      We’re capable of believing almost anything. Isn’t that amazing! The most gullible species on Earth. Take it on authority or the most elaborate proof: we’re capable of believing almost anything.

      Our voices speak to us in the wilderness.

      Yet the primary questions remain: who are we? where do we come from? what will happen to us after death?

      Our own voices speak to us in the wilderness.
      Why do some of us accept what we were taught?
      Why do some of us rebel, to embrace unorthodox beliefs?
      Why do some of us accept nothing at all?
      The primary questions remain.

      We believe in eternity…and salvation…and god.
      We believe in finding order under chaos.
      We believe in science and rational argument.
      We believe in the soul.
      We believe in time.
      We believe what we say we believe what we say we believe what we say we believe…
      We’re in love with our own voices and wit!

      you can’t find peace or release
      ’cause you talk too much

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