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Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Composer, But never Composed

I'm about to pull my fucking hair out with this artist that I'm working with. A Note to artists, if your Trusty Producer puts autotune on your voice, IT'S BECAUSE YOU FUCKING NEED IT!! Rawr.

Anyways, How are you fine fellows and gals?

I've been busy at work with several pop artists (some who have enough clout to make me sign a confidentiality statement), and business is pretty good. I have some new music for you fine folks, and I REALLY need Your input on the song. It's called "We're Done" by Chris Rivera featuring P.A., writeen, produced, and mixed by yours truly (AND YES, that's a Demi Lovato sample):



Now, I've never really been anti-auto tune, though I dont feel I over indulge on it if not needed. Kainos doesn't need this tool. This guy, however should swear by it right now. It has crossed my mind to put up the non autotuned version, but that's like making a dress that purposely makes a Girl look fat; it helps no one.

I'm working on a few new things, so this post will be brief. I just wanted to check in and say howdy.

Till the morrow.

Ge.

Friday, November 6, 2009

I can almost see the wizard through the curtain




Regarding the title of this post, sometimes I feel that working on this side of the music industry feel exactly like that, especially working with brand new artists who are wet behind the ear that don't really know the way things are run. There are so many misconceptions about the business that stun most people just entering it. One is that the growing realization that signing with a major label isn't the only way to get in the door anymore, nor is it even the best thing for an artist thats just starting off. Another is the reality of studio recording; Alot of people bug out when I show them the reality of their favorite Pop singer's ACTUAL vocal talent. Sometimes it's so jarring that it makes the artist second guess their endeavors, which kinda bums me out, since that was never my intention. I simply feel that it is necessary to show the truth to them before they embark on this difficult, yet well worth it journey of becoming a recording artist.

For those of you not in the know, I usually name my posts from lines in songs. Guess the song, post it as a comment to this post, and get a free download from one of my many upcoming projects. Try not to google it to guess it, but if you do, it's not like I'm gonna find out...

I've been hard at work making sure Terry, Brian and I (we are down one partner due to certain events that shall remain off the digital page) secure the studio space within the next two weeks, hopefully less. We also have two investors on the line, but we're only going to need one, if that. I hope I don't find some way to cock this up. I'm good at that.

Kainos and I have been working on original Material that sound amazing. Check it out. This is Called 'Far Away'.




It's not complete, as we still need to complete the bridge, but thats the basic gist of it.


I've been working with Precyse at an alarming degree, so much so that I wonder if I should even post what I have up here, as that is roughly a whole EP's worth of shit, completed in the past week alone. What I CAN put up, however are several songs we already put up elsewhere, showcase the fact that he really DIGS it when I sample indie acoustic and pop music, as opposed to obscure soul, like most rappers.

Big World, Small Man (Sample Source : Owl City - Fireflies)



Laughing at God (Sample Source : Regina Specktor - Laughing at God)



Burning Room ft. Young Fantastik ( Sample Source : John Mayer - Slow Dancing in a Burning Room)



UnPopular (Sample Source: Wicked, the Musical - Popular)



That Being Said, Be prepared to hear some more sampled fare featuring the likes of: Lights, Paramore, Ingrid Michealson, Allison Weiss, Matt Nathanson and more. I just finished a Meg and Dia one as I wrote this post.


I hate being as busy as I am, seeing as this is the SECOND longform post on this blog, and it's taken me around a month to write it. I sincerely apologize. I doubt anyone is checking out the blog at this point, so I doubt it matters. Still, Sorry.


You gotta love the internet. You just gotta. I mean, you're on it as of right now, reading this sacrilege , so you MUST love the internet, or at least have a love/hate relationship with it. In my old longform blog, as well as in my new tumblog, which is simply a sporadic-stream-of-shit version of this blog, I like to post things that I find mildly amusing to piss my pants hilarious, all of which I found on the beloved internet (which I am currently pronouncing as 'beluvd' , as opposed to 'belove-ed' . What reason, you ask? Fuck you, that's why.) Here are some of those things:


I used to frequent this site VERY often, but alas, work has been been taking a front seat to EVERYTHING lately. Nevertheless, this is the VERY entertaining site of Actress-turned-Producer Hillarie Burton, along with her partners-in-crime Kelley Tenney, Nicolas Gray and sometimes -y esque counterpart Austin Nichols. Follow them as they take ideas and realized them, one metaphor magic act at a time. Also, follow their Flagship Music Artist Bibis as she releases her debut projects.



SmodCast




Smodcast is a podcast with Kevin Smith and Scott Mosier, filmmakers extrordinare. And it is FUCKING hilarious. So, when somebody decides to animated the audio fiesta, hilarity can only ensue. Watch, and laugh your ass off...


Stream of Consciousness.
I love her musings, almost as much as I love her as a person. Anne is a person I've known for sometime, the circumstances under which I wish were different, though would not change (We wouldnt be as good friends as we are now, and time and space might fold into each other if I try). She is SO good at scribing the written word, and I love reading her stuff. If you like good writing, take a gander. Trust Me, you'll relate more than you think you will.


Well, thats all for now, folks. I wish I had more, but I'm so busy with things that I will elaborate in the next post, that I have yet to lay my head down. Sleep Calls...

Till the Morrow.

Ge.