**Latest and hopefully final mix! I replaced the nanostudio KickDrum 'BD_Big' which had a rather irritating high pitched overtone - especially when walking along listening to it on my ipod. I replaced it with the classic Roland 909 and mixed it a bit of BD_small - a much bassier kick drum. Also upped the volume of the final brass band bit - cause I rather like it!**
I composed, performed and arranged this track originally as an instrumental using a sample of my Dad's euphonium notes which I played on my itouch keyboard. I then thought it needed some sort of vocal and decided to have a go at combining it with the moving poem, 'If' by Rudyard Kipling which performed as a RAP, Song and Poem.
My Dad, Bernard Hammond is 80 but can still make a big moving sound on his Euphonium. So , he kindly played a few notes for me which i sampled and then imported into nano studio on the ipod touch. The middle 8 of this piece features layers of my Dad's Euphonium - although it is part of the rhythm all the way through. In the final section where I read out the last verse of the poem, I did this over a virtual brass band which I created by playing the cornet (3 layers), an old tenor horn (2 layers), My Dad's Euphonium sampled into Halion 4 which I played via my keyboard as three separate harmonies along with a bass line using a tuba sample on Halion Symphonic SE.
Most of the drum sounds and instruments were recorded using nanostudio on my itouch. My vocals were recorded on Cubase 6 and the final track was mastered using AAMS. One final technical note, the tenor horn is ancient! - covered in dents and probably victorian. Consequently it was impossible to tune properly. Instead I recorded out of tune and corrected the pitches using Vari-Audio on Cubase - such a useful tool!
'If' By Rudyard Kipling:
IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!