Artist’s Depression Journal.. thing, err. confession?

I don’t know how to fucking write.

I mean I don’t know how to write something that I’ll actually post.

I’m staring in to my head.. its 7 26 AM.. I haven’t gone to bed yet.. and I’m in a kinda dark place.

I haven’t really been able to put my finger on it.. on what’s wrong.. and still.. Jesus, wtf is wrong anyway? Maybe it’s just some kinda brain chemistry strangeness… I’m not sure that it has anything to do with outward material reality.. to be perfectly honest.. I think it’s just those inward demons.

Often when people talk about Demons it’s vice related.. this isn’t that kinda demon.. Maybe that kinda demon is one you don’t wrestle with well enough.. and so it manifests in your material reality.. confronting you that way.. but this… this is more of an inward thing that.. I wrestle with too hard for it… to materialize totally.

As I say that.. I realize.. who the hell am I kidding.. what is my life if not a materialization of the demonic! I mean lets gets serious.. my life sucks.

Hmmm…

And why does it suck? I mean.. not the surface explanations.. I mean the really deep truth, what is that? Maybe I should just sit down and pray.. maybe that would reveal it to me.

Hell.. I don’t even care what the reason is.. I’d just like to get to a better place!

Anyway… so this is what I’m feeling right now.. the thoughts that are going through my head right now.. it’s.. my sense of things right now…  Accept that to explain it by writing is to be forced into some sorta of linear path to creating an image.. and I’m having a hard time expressing it really.

So.. I’m in bed.. sitting up… my cat by my site.. me sitting here with laptop in hand.. and down stairs.. that’s where the studio is.. that’s where the real shit takes place… or where the real shit should take place.. where it would take place if I could just muster the courage.

Or find the inspiration.

I’m working on a music project.. but mostly I procrastinate working on the music project.

I can’t even tell if I’m moving forward on it at all right now.. to tell you the truth.

I’m not sure about my judgement on it… I’ll tell you. Sometimes I’ll take a listen.. and I’ll think “holy crap, listen to that!!!” It’s like some amazing sonic experience.. something very special that I’ve crafted.. and some times I feel like some master artist.. making magick happen.

Other times? Yeah.. total fucking crap.. or not crap.. just.. just how do I find my way through this problem.

That’s the real gist of it.. all art seems that way to me.. .and epic battle.. you go and try and make something.. and what you make is crap.. and you go “oh shit, that’s crap” and you wonder.. what can you do to transmute it into something less crappy.. or.. why is it crap?

It’s like this puzzle you puzzle over.. and slowly you push through it.. you just keep at it.. and over time.. by a process of confronting the problems.. you eventually remove the problems.

See.. it’s all about your perception as the artist.. your aesthetic reaction.. if you hear it and think it’s great… you keep it, if you think it sucks, you change it.. for every element you work with… unless you get lazy or something..  so what happens is that you’re basically imprinting you’re aesthetic reaction onto the sonic canvas.

Now the surrealism of it is.. the way what sounds you’re attracted to, what you’re repulsed by.. has to do with your mood, your psychology.. and so in this way the music becomes like a confession of your experience… and confession that is not necessarily just the confession of the conscious mind.

And so the problems you struggle with in the work.. those are your demons.

But also interesting.. it might be slightly peculiar to music.. especially when the mix engineering bit is a part of the art it’s self.. that there are multiple paths your ear can take through the sonic experience.. and this is really one of the huge challenges in the production.

What happens is you can loose the big picture focus and dwell on these details.. that may or may not matter at all. Hell.. you might be ruining it as a result…

It’s like there’s this giant multiplicity of potential sonic experiences.. at every moment in the music.. and what happens as you’re working is.. you just get stuck on this one… spot. One pathway through the sonic art.

Err, I’ll get more specific in talking about what I’m doing now.

Basically I started out trying to do a drum and bass track.. but got lost somewhere around the way.. in any event I roughed out part of an arrangement… and now I’m going through and.. creating like.. the next level of polish… But it’s really a whole lot more then polish.

I think… I have these first kinda section nailed down pretty well.. and there needs to be a few more sections kinda worked up a little better.. and I think I need to do something with delays in a few points.. like really huge delay where it sounds like… just some giant space or explosion.

Or at least that’s the solution that comes to me.

But I’m also not sure of what’s going on in the bass frequencies.. or if the snare is hitting through hard enough.. and every time I add a detail.. I get really afraid that I’m muck something up.

So what I’ve started to do is the old “lets make each element tiny so that we can have this lush huge experience,” this is an engineering thing.. if in a given moment in the mix.. there’s just one single acoustic guitar playing.. that acoustic guitar can take up all of the frequency space of the mix.. but as soon as you start adding elements.. you have to take away frequencies from that guitar.. and give it to other stuff.. so the guitar becomes smaller and smaller…

And then.. via automation… what you’ll do is.. make that guitar sound bigger, maybe.. when there’s less stuff playing, and smaller when there’s more stuff playing.. and it’s really just a way of crafting the focus.. you don’t really experience it as getting bigger or smaller if you’re the typical music listener.

The album example I always think of for this is Slayer’s Seasons of the Abyss.. the way the drums.. when they are alone get huge.. or the guitars when they are alone get huge.. and the whole thing is like some giant brilliant symphony.. the way the elements play with one another and the way the music flows…

The Next Night:

I woke up at 7 PM “this morning.” It’s 11 40 AM, and I plan to go unconscious soon.. with any luck anyway.

Today I really didn’t get shit done… DP.. my production environment crashed a few times.. work was lost.. and I worked  to bring in a whole bunch of Absynth patches.. into the project.. but kept running up against this memory limitation.. and it was around this time that I learned that my version of DP… the current version…. doesn’t support 64-bit.. it’s 32-bit.. meaning much of my ram it can’t access.. thus the memory problem.

That pissed me off.. cause it’s like hitting you’re head against a wall.. you realize.. you can’t go any further really.. or you cant go far or.. you’re going to have to fucking figure some shit out.. or wait till the next version comes out and you’ve somehow managed to get the money together for it…

Anyway.. I eventually gave up on the project and went to start a new project… and then sorta drifted back to the old project.. to take another look…

I don’t know.. I don’t if the project’s any good or not.. I don’t if it’s just ok, if it’s great.. if it’s a steaming turd.. I just don’t know.. and I guess I have to live with that.

Whats up in my land.. story of passion and art.

It’s been a long time since I posted.. have a bunch of crap on deck to post.. but it hasn’t been posted yet, so it might just never get posted… and anyway.. I got about 15 minutes till I gotta leave for my therapist appointment.. so I figured… Why not try and spit out something.

I guess the biggest theme that strikes my fancy.. or just seems important for me to hear and hold onto is “believe.” Believe in the stuff of.. well I don’t know what to call it and don’t have enough time to get into it.. but dreams.. and.. passions.. and who you are in the deepest sense and that feeling of purpose you have about life…  about your ability to get where you need to go.. in order to actualize..

So.. that’s maybe one of the biggest themes.

Another big thing is this whole box of philosophical whatever… I think of it as a kind of toy box.. for the intellectual kids.. right? It’s this kind of complex way of understanding stuff that gets beneath surface phenomenology. It’s some badd ass shit.. and its sorta structured into this kind of critique of society.. including stuff like how we run business and whatever.. like critiques of management theory…. good stuff.

And then there’s the art… which is almost like applied philosophy… Like that’s the best way of putting it… Or its as if the philosophy was the theory and the art the practice.

I’m jumping of a giant cliff into the unknown with my art.. It’s pretty scary stuff in a lot of ways.. but.. I’m starting to see certain things emerge… that are like signs of things to come.. where all this jumping into the unknown is heading…  basically it’s heading to… knowing a whole bunch of new shit.. I mean that’s probably what it comes down to…

But it turns my music into something wholly new…. It totally changes the game.. and there’s a larger integration with the media stuff… I see a really kick ass potential here.

Ok.. so lets move onto points of anxiety….. about the art.

The main thing is i gotta keep at it.. and keep at it strong.. and work and work and work.. and find a way of making this stuff.. a lot of it really is coming down to craft..

Craft is like.. well some art is all about craft.. It’s like genera conventions and its about how well you do that genera.. not what concepts you bring to the table… you can roughly divide up artists, and other types for that matter, into the conceptualist’s and the crafts folk…. and in a lot of ways my work really rocks it on the craft level.. that’s always been a big part of my shtick.. but the concepts.. yeah.. that stuff is strong to I think…

But anyway.. .the craft is the thing I’m worrying about now.

I’ve been looking at a whole lot of dance music production.. the techniques.. how you do it..all the little pieces.. and sorta integrating that stuff into my work.. and trying to move my work in a more dance friendly direction.. but it’s not totally been working out.

And then I guess it’s like bringing the mix engineering stuff to the next level.

And really.. more then a lot of all this.. I’ve been focusing on sound synthesis.. Absynth, Kontakt, Massive, Omnisphere.. those have been my main virtual instruments that I’ve been busy programming..  and really the heart of the craft issue for me is.. gaining some real mastery over these instruments.

What else?

Oh.. there’s the subjects of words.. and they can do.. little captured bits of audio.. of life of people talking of whatever.. cut into the music to tell a story.. and all that goes into that kind of story telling and how it integrates into the music and everything.. that’s big stuff… anyway, lets edit and post.

 

One boring blog post you should probably not bother reading

It’s important to me that I achieve the basic goal of posting regularly.. which means not letting more then a week go buy without a post.. and really ideally… there probably should be about a post a day coming from me and… I’m not sure of the head space I need.

I guess this is what I always think about with respect to blogging.. or I mean successful blogging… Is that it requires a different kind of head trip then the one I’m on.. and I’m not really sure how to get on that other head trip.. and.. and do I even really want that.. enough to do that?

You know that’s the funny thing about success… we all want it.. but how many of us want it bad enough to make it happen… and I suppose it depends on what level of success we are talking about, and just how we want to define success… and all of that kinda thing.

I mean we’d probably all like to be making millions but..

For me… right now.. success is just putting one foot forward, in front of the other.. and keeping up with the trying.. in making my way through life… and success is doing this without letting go of my dreams. And success is.. growing.. and success is… well…. growing is probably the biggest thing I’m always interested in… more so the economic stuff really.

Trouble is, of course, I need to get the economic stuff stuff in order.. carry on… and without it.. i often grow dark.

Well n e who… not much of a blog post.. but it’s tonights post

Time for Bed

It’s somewhat late at night… no, I take that back, it’s very late at night.. I should be in bed.. Jesus, I have to get up early tomorrow to… and it doesn’t help that I’m feeling sick.

What’s there for me to write about today?

It’s been over a week since I posted.. which is too long.

Have I posted anything on the subject of all the music work I’ve been doing? This month is National Solo Album Month.. a challenge to try and make a solo album in the month of November.. well.. I’m trying… but I don’t know that I’ll really have anything finished come the end of the month..

It doesn’t help that one project I was working on.. not only did it crash.. but I can no longer open the document.. and that was maybe half a weeks worth of work.

I don’t know about this.. as a project for me at this point.. if it’s quite appropriate for me.. I think I’m supposed to work on these real labor of love projects.. not these scramble to get an album finished in a month deals…

I spend a lot of time, each day, working on it.. and a lot of time procrastinating it.. but.. more or less.. I work from the time I get up till the time I go to bed.. mind you there are hours and hours of not doing anything in them middle there…

And now it’s late.. and now I should be asleep…

And my anxiety is all crazy

And.. I’m not quite functional

and.. I’m not quite sure how to get functional and

Well what the hell.. at least it’s a post.. I should post it!

Cause sometimes you just can’t get enough rambling

Here I am again, posting…

I’m searching for a voice in these blog posts.. it’s difficult to find…

I think my voice is.. kinda… Beat-esk in the sense that I feel beat-en.. in the sense of… what you got form the Beat generation. And I’m deeply influenced by those guys anyway.

But I think it’s like..

I don’t know.. some percentage of what I post I think is really fucking good.. an a much larger percentage I think is embarrassingly flawed.. .and I think it must have something to do with the voice.

What’s strong.. in me is often this kind of… beaten down person.. worn down.. weary… from slings and arrows of suffering.. inward suffering.. who the fuck taught you to suffer like this?’

Well.. whatever the fuck it is it is.. and it is.. a matter of fact.. it is reality… it is reality in all it’s darkness.. glorying in it like pig in shit… and that…. that is a beautiful thing!

I mean.. fuck.. so much of the shit people write.. they are so concerned with there careers and business and all this shit.. that reality.. is totally white washed away.. nobody knows what the fuck reality is off in those lands.. this land.. that I’m standing on here.. is no that land, let me tell you…

And that.. that simple fact.. that’s enough to make it worth reading.. hearing.. see what this voice has to say… it could be something worth while… and you feel that possibility ever more acutely as the old sources of whatever.. grow more and more boring.. as there deception takes effect.

Well anyway.. I get concerned with my bullshit to.. and get sucked in.. and become this creature.. like Golomn or something… who’s not even fully human.. but’s still shooting out these posts.. and what the fuck does he think he’s doing?

I don’t know.

But I see this in me and I go… Jesus.. we got some wiring issues going on…

This deal about the public self.. this here is my public self…

It’s one version of me.. there are others.. some more positive then others…

I spend a lot of time these days thinking about getting old and all the life I failed to live up until this point.. and figuring that should tell me about all the life I will fail to live going forward.. which brings me to this issue of.. well just what the fuck should I be doing..

But as I say.. I’m fucking tired

to tired edit this shit..

so deal with my poor craft…

The Sleep Problem

It’s 4 19 AM

I’m not sleeping.

Last night? I got like.. 4 hours I think?

So I’m in surreal reality-vill.. and… feel like I’m falling apart.

My mind is plagued by… all kinds of stuff really…

In my.. well.. forever wrestling with self stuff stuff… the last idea I’m kinda… clinging to is the idea that I ought to “Zen out.”

My therapist would probably approve.

By Zen-ing out.. I mean… a kind of psychological disengagement with entangling things.. to withdraw my psychic energy from such things… radically so.. to kinda.. try and.. and…

Well I don’t know.. I wont tell the whole story here..

I’ll just go so far as to say… I’m tired and in a surreal place and… I think I’m to go to bed and see how that works out for me.

Late night whatever’s.. .about a day in the life

It’s 10 30 PM and I’m signing out…

Today was.. not a terribly productive day.. I have a lot of days like this. I feel pretty down on myself for the day… but…. well.. I don’t know…

Hmmm…..

I did work on this music project I’ve been working on for a while now.. I think its coming along pretty well.. just slow..

Ok.. well I think…

So this business of me not being productive… I have this need to find ways of rationalizing this.. I guess its to fight the part of me that gets down on myself over stuff like this.. but…

Well the way I look at it is.. I don’t know if I’d say I don’t believe in free will, just that I think the issue of the will is complex.. and we’ve known for a long time that the conscious will is not really running the show of how our lives unfold.

So what the hell is going on in my unconscious?

Well I think it’s the relative isolation of my life.. not getting out enough.. I think I can afford to go out this thursday… to this.. I don’t know.. social media and journalism workshop…

But I NEED to get out more, to have more social contact.. one way or another.. and I think what it is is it’s really just this.. kinda pushing at me.. and distracting me from my work.. and I think.. its sorta a question of quality of social experience to…

The other part of it is just.. the kind of environmental stressors.. how bad this month has been for me.. how bad everything has been for me for so long…

But the deal is that somehow I gotta pull myself out of it… Like it’s up to me to make my life a better place.. that’s the thing…

And there’s real questions in my mind.. if the way to do it is to work on projects like this music project.. or to work on getting work… somehow… so that I can have more money… and like.. not have to go through the difficulty I seem to go through every month.

And having a job would help my social situation.. and a whole bunch of other elements…. of stuff.

Anyway.. i’m signing out…

The Unvarnished

To my name right now is… a little more then $10, to get me through the month. Oh what a month. There’s possibilities of getting more money here or there.. but basically.. that $10 is the end of the line.

The good news is.. as of tomorrow my Food Stamps will kick in.. and in fact I have $10 or so on my food stamps currently.. and between that and the Holliston food pantry…. I don’t have to worry about not having food to eat.

I am.. poor… I am.. below the poverty line.. I am.. in a very difficult kind of economic situation.

Last night I watched Hoop Dreams on Hulu. It’s about these kids.. coming out of the Ghettos.. in the 90s.. actually they’re like a year old then me.. and.. how they dream of being pro basketball players.. and how there talent.. and all the hard work they put in… helps win the scholarships.. but also just the rough-ness of there lives… and all they have to deal with.

I found myself identifying with it.. with the kids to some extent.. the parents.. this business of being so poor and how the whole world looks so different from the vantage point of this kind of poor… and I say this as someone who was once from the middle class.

Now if I can deal with my anxiety.. and kind.. of the part of me that can barley function in this world… I believe I’m capable of amazing things… but for now.. I’m in this kind of hellish cage of poverty.

It probably feels rougher to me then many.. for I’m someone who fell down here as a pose to started out here.. but really what pisses me off is the way the system works against me.. the way the laws work… because really.. I shouldn’t be here.. I should have a couple hundred grand in my pocket.

Well I don’t think about that too much… that’s not really where I’m at after all.

My hope is that this is an experience that leads me to where I need to be. Sometimes struggle can be good for you after all…

So this blog is really about.. this journey I’m making…..

It’s about.. pain… its about suffering.. it’s about finding you’re self in a dark place.. its about not knowing how you’ll ever carry on in this life, or even if it is worth it.. It’s about trying.. to fight up against all that, and through all that.

And I feel raped by the system… by life.

Feeling like that.. is.. something that… I guess makes me a little different from a lot of other people.. it gives you a sensitivity to the darkness of our world.. you’re not taken in by the.. propaganda the same way.

[editors note, this looks like not a half band post, think I'll publish]

Some work reflections

One of the things I’m wrestling with is “what the hell is going on in my work.” Artists… we often take these giant jumps of intuition.. or perhaps flights of intuition…  we do things and we don’t know why… or.. you do a bunch of things.. you know why, but you have no idea of the bigger picture it’s leading towards or what is going on really.

Really what I think is happening is I’m “fighting my way through the basics:” On the one hand I’m super deluxe bad ass advanced… show me some of the best out there, I’ll show you how I can kick there ass.. one hand tied behind my back.

But.. but.. my incredible super human abilities… well.. I’ll let you in on a little secret… “they are very narrow.” What this means is.. inside of a narrow expressive range.. lets say… lets just use language this way even if it obscures certain things…. and because you’re really narrow.. it takes less time to master.. so you can be like mad master in a short span of time.. just cause you have this much more narrowly defined thing.

So that’s the deal, right? I’m a bad ass.. and I have this whole structure I created.. a structure of bad-ass-dom.

[editors note: what I'm trying to say is that my art represents various systems of narrowly defined ares.. that come together into a larger whole... this relative to skills, talent, whatever, and it's part of what allows to do such a broad spectrum of stuff]

And now.. what I’m doing…. is something different

Who do you want to be when you grow up?

That’s the fundamental question, I believe, we always need to be asking our selves… that is.. our own becoming.. .is the thing…. the important thing.. the thing about life that makes it worth living… the reason for getting up… so what are you becoming?

In a general sorta way I’ve gone through a number of phases… that all sorta seem recent… that are vaguely about “well we’re making electronic music, we should learn something about this.”

Like once upon a time I went out like an anarchist on my own personal journey… profoundly.. to worlds no one else had ever visited… I never even saw the well worn path of.. the way most folks go.. and now I’m sorta searching for the well worn path of… where folks are..

I’m taking this stuff.. these ideas… of.. well lets say the ideas of electronic music.. in a well worn sense..  and trying to bring them into my work.

When I kinda view what I’m doing through this lens.. I realize and understand all the struggling I’m going through… why the going is so slow.. cause I’m trying to climb such a steep hill… and I kinda don’t even want to acknowledge that there’s a hill there.

Once upon a time.. my biggest goal in a project was to “do something interesting.” Interesting… is… well usually it means you’re not trying to do what everybody else is dong.. you’re doing you’re own thing… or you’re finding novel solutions to problems or.. you’re just doing something unique.

As sooon as you start trying to do “what everybody else is doing” you have this really deep problem… and that is.. now it’s really obvious how to measure you.. you’re gong to be measured in how you stack up with everybody else.. .so suddenly.. it’s not about.. this inward voice pointing you in whatever duration… it’s how do you define you’re self as someone worth paying attention to.. in this over crowded room of people… in relationship to those other people.

So… here I am.. in my studio… working.. and.. the thing is.. some of the measuring sticks I’m using have to do with this crowded room situation… trying to work out how to move into that room… and do well in that room… but also.. fundamentally.. I don’t really believe that that room is really my room even… or what I’m about is not about how well I do in that room over there.

Here’s what I think… you gotta go into the crowded room… and you gotta do something there.. that attracts attention… and once you have attention… from whoever you get you’re attention from… that’s when you gotta prove you’re self as being… all that and a bag of chips.. or up to snuff or.. whatever it is you are.

Once you do that.. that’s when you have a real chance of developing a following.. or that’s what I’m thinking… and maybe you can get folks to follow you away from the well trodded ground.

And I guess it’s always about this tension.

What I’m dong now.. with this site.. this project.. all my ideas… is really doing something that’s super out there… so that once I go into the that room… that there will be this amazing trail… that people can follow…

[eitors note, this looks worth posting]

And the Art that Comes

So.. I’ve been writing some dark as fuck posts… and.. I’m in a dark as fuck mood lately.. I have moments where there is… calm from the storm, put it that way.. but it’s like its still there I’m just sorta.. not thinking about it..

And it’s fucked up.. and hard.. and you want to apologize for it.. like it’s this incredibly difficult howling I seem to be doing.. at the moon…. I guess you can only call it a desperate call for help…. and it feels horrible to have that kinda cry..

And it feels really selfish… you know?

But its like.. your psyche is getting rocked to the ground.. and we’re all a little selfish.. I mean there’s a healthy level of selfishness to be had.. the trouble is.. I can sometimes be unhealthy in my lack of selfishness… if that quite makes sense.. and some how the rocking of the psyche.. forces the issue on me.

My art has started to turn into this exploration of this darkness. It makes a lot of sense that I do that..

There’s this kinda… I don’t know…

You know how.. there’s certain patterns you’ll see with folks who kill them selves? Or I think of this comic scene in Scanner Darkly.. where there’s a suicide attempt… and the attempt-e does all this work to make it all symbolically.. whatever.. or hell that scene in Heathers.. or whatever.. or scenes plural…

I mean.. it’s like our culture gives us certain ideas.. almost like a script.. that you’re to follow, should you want to off your self.

Well it’s not clear to me that what I’m sorta referring to as suicidal feelings.. in anyway lead to suicide or not.. or if really.. they might not be a kind of calling for this deep transformation.. that’s like a death and resurrection.. so that its really like a kind of spiritual suicide and not a literal one….

In any event… so there’s that script.. and there’s like “ok, lets say you’re going to kill you’re self, what would you put in your suicide note” or.. you know.. how would you do it?

So the art I’m making.. is that suicide note. That’s what’s really fucking creepy cause its like.. to the extent to which.. you could look at this as a task to release you’re self.. in some psychological sense.. from this earth.. like…  maybe if you’re suicidal, that’s not the time to work on you’re bucket list…  so it’s like.. just another step in that direction…

In all of this I’m following what Carl Jung did with his red book.. and I’m just… well this is the danger of the abyss here… of wrestling with the dark side of you’re being so deeply…

Victory in these battles.. means a kind of.. well it’s like Nietzschean superman kind of task, you know?

A few latter:

I feel like I’m some how fundamentally to lazy for the task at hand.

I’m gong to post this and work on a new post.