This morning, I decided to sit down and record a stately, Classical piece on the piano. Yeah, that didn’t happen. Instead, I sat down down at the Rhodes piano and started playing with a phaser.
I then laid down a basic Rhodes part, decided I hated the phaser, threw it at an old guy for kicks, then put down a Rhodes Bass part and panned it hard left (to impress the wife.) After that I put together a drum part, decided I kinda suck at drums, so I cobbled together a drum part in software (ensuring enough changes so that I could use the word “cobbled.”) Finally, I added some tambourine because tambourine always makes the existential pain go away for a few hours.
Finally, while displaying a stunning lack of creativity, I named it “Powerplant,” which is a slang term for an internal combustion engine. I know, I’m actually pretty lousy at naming things; in a previous life, I was an incompetent taxonomist…which, now that I think about it, is a MUCH better name for a song.
Anyway, it’s a simple piece; hardly worth writing so many damn words to describe it. The important thing is, I’m meeting new people.
No, I’m not.