Friday, December 17, 2004

My brain hurts...

well, mainly my ears hurt. Middle ear inflammation. Unpleasant. So I'm grounded the next days. Time to make some music... if not for the ear trouble. Ya can't make music if you can't hear properly.

So I've been practising my own guitar solos. What a concept. I recorded an improvised take with crappy sound, but cool playing, and now I'm practising that so I'll be able to re-record it. Hmmmmmm.

Well, I won't finish this song before christmas.

Time to take some more pills against the pain.



Tuesday, December 14, 2004


again. There's nothing on TV (as usual). Before I go off into the music room (some people might call it living room, but the sheer amount of guitars and other gadgets related to making music really announce the true priorities), I shall write an entry.

There's this thing called inspiration. It's hard to get hold of. Oh, the technical side of things like mixing a song, or recording preconceived guitar tracks, that's not so hard. It's mainly labor. Craft. Somewhat mechanical. It still takes skill and dedication, but it's something I can do without that magical spark of inspiration.

The problem that I have with inspiration is that I can't force it. I feel that my days on this earth are numbered, and the number might not be too large, yet this feeling of urgency is, paradoxically, clamping down on my inspirational gland. Sometimes I have too much on my mind to have anything new on my mind.

So relax, relax, let the mind flow freely. Ha! Easier said than done, the phone is bound to ring, and there'll be fresh bad news. According to Murphy's Law for news, it seems that bad news are bosons, whereas good news are fermions. In other words, you can have as many bad news in the same frame of time as you want to, whereas according to Pauli's rule, no two items of good news can occupy the same time frame. Sorry for the physicist jokes. :-)

Anyway, it has always been artistically productive to turn one's bad moods and misery into great works of art, marvelled at by future generations. There's probably some statistic or study or whatnot that shows that happy people tend to be busy living their happy lives and do not bother themselves with all the sweat and headscratching and sleepless nights to be creative.

So, maybe my mood is not dark enough yet. Or it's too dark already. Or I'm not very creative.

Or, and I guess this is it - I am too selfcritical. I dismiss new ideas too easily.

"Take it easy, you've got nothing to lose" is a good advice. But it's not easy for me to follow it. Not only regarding my music, but life in general. Some people have a general sunny disposition towards life. I have not. I try to have, but I have to struggle for it.

Now I will turn that thinking engine in my head towards the more technical side of music, improving the design of the virtual guitar amp simulation I'm working on.

By the way, I saw "The Incredibles" in the cinema. Great movie, go see it. If you've already seen it - do you remember the old PC game, "Sim City"? There was, if your city was sufficiently successful, the chance of some big monsters attacking it. One of them was a huge giant robot thing. I have a feeling that the robot attacking the city in the movie's finale looks a dang lot like the Sim City robot... but it's been many years since I played the game, and I might be wrong.

I got huge laughs of the movie anyway. I HAVE to get it on DVD to find all the Bond references... and there are LOTS of them.


Friday, December 10, 2004

The decision has been made...

... decided that I'll continue writing in english. I don't know if anybody has any interest for this blog, but there you are. IF there should be someone, I've increased the potential set of readers by a lot.

At the moment, I'm listening to the current Nick Cave album. Quite a surprise for me, I think this is one of the best, if not THE best 2004 album I've bought. Great stuff, great production, great songs, very nice package.

It makes me want to write more songs with vocals. Most of the music I write is instrumental. I can't really put the feelings inside me into words. Any lyricists out there who know how to put MY feelings into words? I think not.

That means - back to the drawing board, or rather, the ugly stack of sheets of paper on which I jotted down my unfinished, unsatisfying ideas for song lyrics.


Wednesday, December 08, 2004

Der erste Blog-Post

Dies ist auch ein neues Medium für mich. Mal sehen, wie das wird....