May 15, 2004
5-5-5-7
I was on the edge earlier today, mainly due to the warm weather and the open windows and the smells of my yard and the strange nostalgia it all conjures for me.
But then I spent much of the afternoon walking around the house hitting things. I'm trying to find that perfect sound for a particularly important moment in this song I'm working on. It's very percussive and very loud and I want it to be powerful in a tight unified force sort of way.
It turns out there are lots of things to hit around one's house. And then when you realize that the thing you hit with is as important as the thing you are hitting, the possibilities become even more vast. So you can see why the whole afternoon got sucked up in this endeavor. And I still don't know for sure if any of what I did will actually be useful.
At the very least, I was reintroduced to a number of household objects that I had completely forgotten about. Hello, Wanda's Bread Box; I can't say I missed you.
I should clarify that despite an unfortunate yet popular opinion, none of the 'household objects' I was hitting let forth a loud meow.
Come on!
a little birdie commented directly to me:
"I had an idea about your hitting things, you could have added to the external actions the thought that one's inner anger (what you hit with) has an enormous effect on what you hit (what you're angry at)."
this is an insightful birdie...
Posted by: halsey at May 21, 2004 09:08 AM