Started the day by revisiting the half complete songs for the album about 17th century painters and paintings. Three tracks are just about finished but need vocals.
To my sadness, Prometheus crashed! Such a rare thing, so must be due to my recent changes, but I can't work out why or how. It happened not while playing a song but during live pressing of keys and program editing. I wish I could remember the exact key combination or what I was doing... this is the key to solving any bug; reproducing it. This is must by rare. If it were more common, it would be much faster to track down. The last major bug was caused by not resetting the lpplugin pointer when an instrument was deleted or an engine moved, causing the buffers to 'over clear' their space. It was very rare and plagued the program for years, it took three years at least to track down, until by chance I noticed that the error occurred when playing just after deleting an instrument which had been played. Here again, I might have long wait to discover the exact key combination which caused the crash.
After this, I went to Crewe Library to drop off some Post-It notes for our 'Fifty Words For Snow' wall, and I had a lovely tea with Deb and her client.
Back at home, I added more finishing touches to the painter music, though always anxious about the bug, and frustrated by this old computer. I looked at some music stats. A few Fall in Green songs have had zero plays, in fact, most of our entire output has been heard live more than streamed on Spotify (though other platforms may be more popular). This is also testament to the large amount of live shows we've done, 31 to date. My music has been streamed far more than I'e played live (with Loneliness and Divine Love receiving over a million streams) but for so little money that I've probably made more from the Fall in Green events, even considering that most were for free. What a strange world.
In the afternoon I sequenced our new version of Dylan's Mr Tambourine Man, adding some acoustic guitar chords and a frenetic electric guitar solo at the end. It's exactly how I imagined; which is odd-sounding, zombie-corpse-chords, and an opposite to the happy words, which is the intent. The only pop analog is the cover of Money by The Flying Lizards.
