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Inspiration, perspiration, frustration
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| phyrrus |
Lately I've been bothered about some things, so I decided tonight I would open Reason and Logic, setup my nice keyboard, get out my bass/guitar/banjo, and then..... nothing. Nothing happened. I mean, I recorded some stuff, and it was OK, but I just felt like "what's the point?" It seems like for every song I've made I was able to get in this zone where I could just see the pieces of the formula clearly laid out in front of me, and all I had to do was put them in whatever order I wanted. But lately I've felt like I've been staring at a 10,000-piece jigsaw puzzle, and there's no where to start. I feel like computers have opened up this huge world of creativity for me that is severely handicapping simply because of how many options it affords.
The worst part is that the most inspiring thing for me, other people's music, has begun to be the most discouraging thing. I feel like every MP3 I listen to contains some secret recording process that I just cant figure out. Every song has some formula for words and sounds that I can't see. I wind up in this endless cycle where I feel like I'm sick of making beats and dance tunes, so I grab some instruments and try to write a song, but I cant get the recording to sound right, so I go back to the DAWs to try to fix it, and then I end up getting frustrated again. I love computer music because of how unbelievably precise you can be about everything, but I'm sick of it because there's no thrill of using your hands to jam with and in front of other people. Where am I going? I wish I knew..... |
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| Sushipunk |
| Based on your post in the overseas separation thread, I would have to guess that a lot of your mental processes are focused on 'that' situation, rather than being in a mindset to make music. |
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| phyrrus |
excellent detective work sir. that probably has a lot to do with it. it also makes it all the more frustrating because it's almost like I'm trying to come up with something that I feel is good enough to give to her in the little time we have left. consciously or not, everything I make I end up judging with unrealistically high standards, even though she would be overjoyed if I wrote the worst song in the universe for her.
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