The first track I had lyrics and vocal for and the track that set the tone and the direction for the rest of the album for me. The lyrics were directly inspired by the situation in Syria and in general my disgust for authoritarians on the march these days (from all sides) Musically it came together…read more
Lyrically it’s about this dream to live another kind of life as in Tim Ferriss’ book. The last three years I had managed to live on working in a bar in the weekends, being a guinea pig for medical tests, travelling the world as an On Board Courier and working on my “career” as a painter. Now…read more
I set this up to be like a Madchester/early 90’s-track. When I took out the drums in the verse (as an experiment) it suddenly reminded me of the German 60’s hit Marmor, stein und Eisen bricht. Those lyrics go like “Marble, stone and iron break, but our love won’t” so that led me to “Marble, stone…read more
I had programmed a drumtrack based on Can’s Vitamin C at the end of january in preparation for RPM. Last week I read that the drummer Jaki Liebzeit died the 22th of january. The other idea was to stay on one chord for a long time and use reverb to create space like in Cocteau Twins’ Pandora…read more
Midlife crisis? I’m not going to reflect too much on these lyrics. It might be interesting to myself to hear again 5 or 10 years from now. I used a guitarnoise with a EH Graphic Fuzz and Hardwire RV-7 with a reverse reverb (I used this too in 3,4, and 5; in 5 with the Tremolator)
listened to 3 times.
track: To my kids
Size: 9.25 MB
The lyrics are pretty bad and I had to record the second guitar through an ampsim late in the evening of the 28th. So I rerecorded that part in march and changed the drums slightly. This is where the record starts to fall apart a bit.
I had a vague idea to write a lyric about Julian Assange’s daily life in the Ecuadorian Embassy; no sun, being confined to a small office-space… I didn’t get round to it so I added some lame Mellotron (IK Sampletron) parts and called it finished.
The idea of this was to combine Otis Redding’s Sitting on the Dock of Bay with the perspective of a refugee (or of myself as a refugee) sitting in some port trying to flee to a better life. Though not all lines are perfect I’m quite happy with how this turned out and it ties the record nicely…read more