I'm overwhelmed with artistic possibilities and jobs to do. As SFXEngine sells I will continue to upgrade and update it, so I will do this at some point soon.
Music, recorded music as an artform, is so overcrowded at the moment but I can't escape its draw and I'm more capable than ever; though knowing that this is the case for countless thousands of music artists. I have a few ideas for paintings but feel I mut strike at this music album in progress while it's pertinent and feels good for me.
It follows a structure like many of my albums since Synaesthesia, a story of images and places. My albums follow this pattern for me, Burn Of God, and The Myth Of Sisyphus for example. So far I have an opening 'Violet Night', then 'Breakfast of Delight', which I recorded the vocals for today; production is complete.
Next is a song penned in July 2020 called 'Parents'. It was inspired by memories and false impressions of the meaning of David Bowie's song 'Sunday'. Today I got working on the production after writing the core melody late last night. That core is piano based and it always pains me to abandon (if indeed I do) the expressive played performance for a sequence, yet the latter is needed to add structure. Drums and a regular rhythm often feel like ropes thrown around a melody of love and expressive freedom. The new 'Light Bulb' song uses live parts only, big recordings that vary in pace. This can work, but here the music is more regimented, and I don't want a song that will be too massive in size with one huge piano part for the whole song; the piano is backing here.
So, the core of the track will be sequenced, with some guides for live playing later. The music is slow and sad, in C-minor and then Bb-minor, but lowers to F#/G# for the warmer chorus parts. Much has been done. Here are the words so far, updated to fit the melody:
Parents
You will find us
Behind the wallpaper
At the end of the country lanes
Of your soul of myrrh
We were always there
Waiting for you
We were always there
In your days and darkness
We wept unseen
As you stared at the screen
As your neck bent
Into its hook of solitude
Yet we were always there
Waiting for you
And still we wait
In the dull flesh
Of the automaton
Tied to the chairs of a distant day
Like a trampled sigh
Waiting for you
To say
Goodbye
