October has Inktober, where artists are challenged to draw one ink drawing every day throughout the month.
November, therefore, has Novembeat, making one short song every day.
This is the second such album I have done, and I feel that it is some of the best music I’ve ever made. It also follows the emotional arc of the month, due to some rather unexpected setbacks.
Think of it as a musical diary spanning one month in a not so great year.
I really liked Stranger Things, or at least its soundtrack.
It was cold out and my leg was hurting and I had a cat sleeping on my lap, so I decided to have some fun with a sonic soundscape that captured the feelings of winter cuddles.
The dark days were getting to me.
The depression was getting to me.
On Black Friday weekend I upgraded to KOMPLETE 11 and decided to play around with some of its presets.
This came out.
I started composing a tango song but it just wasn’t coming out very well. So I scrapped it and worked on a second take for the day.
The pain from the previous four days turned out to be due to a clot in my leg that was growing rapidly, and part of it broke off and went to my lungs, giving me a pulmonary embolism. Because of the clot I had to cease taking my HRT and start taking blood thinners. I was told I may not be able to get back on HRT ever again.
I was happy to still be alive but not looking forward to the impending hormonal crisis.
But I am still around, and defiantly making music.
My leg was hurting even more and my other cat wanted to get in on the action, so she wrote a song with me.
At this point I was just completely falling apart, due to basically going through menopause and feeling worthless, useless, and futureless.
I had been without hormones for a week and a half and my emotions were all over the place. Everything would set me off and I would cry and I was not in a good spot. So I wrote this thing to capture my feelings.
Without HRT I was losing track of time and my mental state, and every day was running into each other. I wanted to be kind to myself after my near-death experience but I also wanted to be productive. And everything felt the same as everything else.
I attempted to self-medicate my ongoing depression with some THC.
I may have used a little too much.
Hello, the Internet Hello, the Internet Hello, the Internet Hello, the Internet Hello, the Internet Hello, the Internet (Internet) Hello, the Internet (Internet) Hello, the INternet (INternet) Hello, the Internet (Internet) Hello, the Internet (Internet?) Hello, the Internet (Internet!) Hello, the Internet (Internet…) Hello
I had trouble sleeping due to the increasing pain, and this music wafted into my consciousness.
I was spending way, way too much time reading Twitter instead of doing anything productive. The senseless repetitive noise of everything around me was more than I could take.
This is a song about a pawn shop bunny
going around as if it’s made of money
trying to buy some milk and honey
but it doesn’t quite care.
Just a little introduction to the album.
I woke up barely able to breathe, and went to the hospital.
It was an embolism, from a DVT in my leg that threw off a clot.
I composed this track from a hospital bed, using GarageBand on my phone.
A little scrap I had lying around, which was begging for a fuller orchestration.
It seems like every album of mine these days needs at least one semi-algorithmically-generated weird-time-signature experimentation.
And Werner just wouldn’t shut the heck up while I made it so I decided to record him meowing.
Oh and there’s scissors for percussion.
The first song I wrote on this day was not very good, but then I was noodling around and came up with this better song. It made me think of a wood elf in a forest grove or something.
The lack of hormones was really starting to get to me. Constantly tired, constantly struggling to wake up in the morning, but this music project kept me going.
Shout out to the Cupcake Royale in Capitol Hill, Seattle, WA, and the restroom cooling fan that was making this really cool grinding noise.
(It has since been fixed.)
This day didn’t go so well, so I was looking forward to a better one.
feeling like drowning, no escape
Met up with some friends at a coffee shop, took up way too much table space while I composed this attempt at making something Lemon Jelly-esque.
I was feeling aimless from my recent health issues, and felt like nothing was going anywhere and nothing was worth doing anymore.
I decided to make some disorganized fun.
My leg was still hurting. Really, really bad. And I was starting to have a pain in my shoulder as well. The pain was getting to be unbearable. So I wrote this track that captured the agony I was in.
Just a little tune that popped into my head that morning.
Ga ga dabba gagabagada baga Da ba baga dadabagada bada Ba ba bada bagagabada baga Ya ba bada yabadabada baga Ba ba baga dababadaba bada Bum ba bada bagagabada bada
Bum bum bum, ba Bum bum bum, ba Bum bum bum, ba Bum bum bum, ba Dum ba bum, ba Dum ba bum, ba Dum bum bum, ba Dum bum bum
I took a little trip down to my platonic cuddle-buddy’s home and I composed this while lying on his lap. It was nice.
Back in the early days of Song Fight! there was an occasional contributor who entered under the name Mouth Reliant. I felt like doing a tribute to his style for some reason.
I didn’t have the energy to clean my home but I made a piano-and-cello tune to help me clean myself, at least.
Pachelbel’s Canon is the bane of every cellist’s existence.
Inspired by the name of the previous track, I decided to go on a spelling spree.
The notes of the musical scale can spell words.
Not very many, though.
dead cabbage dead cabbage dead-ead, dea bae d dead (dead) cabbage dead-ead, ea bae d dead cabbage dead cabbage dead
#CD #Novembeat #Soundtrack #Instrumental #Lyrical ]]>A short album originally released in 2014. Contains songs about stuff, and also things.
where does the time all go I’m sitting waiting ‘round for you it’s the only life I know I feel like there’s nothing to do these are the themes
and then I get a friend you tell me that she’s there for me that really does depend on everything she does to me these are the themes of my life
you feed and treat me well at least whenever you’re around though I can never tell how late you’re gonna come around these are the themes of my life
and now I’m old and grey Decisions being made for me I hope that I can stay I hope that I can stay These are the themes of my life These are the themes of my life
The last time I was abducted by aliens, they were very excited to meet me.
I came from a place where there were things that were not made from corn, but they loved corn quite a lot. They took me in their corn-shaped space ship and brought me to their planet which was covered in fields upon fields of corn, and when the people greeted me they were wearing corn hats and corn shirts made from corn silk, and when the little children smiled at me they had smiles of corn with little kernels for teeth. And the airplanes left behind corntrails of popcorn, which rained down from the sky all the time, and they ate this popcorn with a corn butter made from corn oil and sweetened with corn syrup. All the children ran in fields of corn while carrying their cornphones that connected them to cornputers, and all they ate was corn, corn, and corn. For protein they had corn nuts, and for dairy they had corn milk, and late at night they’d watch corny movies and standup cornedians making corny jokes, and when they wanted to screw they’d watch hard-corn cornography. This world had a whole lot of corn. But their corn ship had broken down and they couldn’t send me home, so this is where I still live to this day. It is the planet on which you and I and everyone else are. Everything is made from corn. Except the corn. That is made from trimethylsalicylide.
i’m feeling numb head banging drum where i come from, i’ll die another day
what happened to me setting myself free an absentee I’m turning away
I know I could be stronger Hold on a little longer Try not to fall in the water But I’ve heard enough
I just keep going faster Heading towards disaster Too late to stop me after I’ve heard enough
Too late for me So let me be We’ll just have to see how this all works out
What things may come I’m feeling dumb Gonna succumb To another doubt
I know I could be stronger Hold on a little longer Try not to fall in the water But I’ve heard enough
I just keep going faster Heading towards disaster Too late to stop me after I’ve heard enough
How hard I try I’m asking why staying dry for now i’m fine
too late, it’s done it’s time to run under the gun your life is on the line
I know I could be stronger Hold on a little longer Try not to fall in the water But I’ve heard enough
I just keep going faster Heading towards disaster Too late to stop me after I’ve heard enough
I know I could be stronger Hold on a little longer Try not to fall in the water But I’ve heard enough
I just keep going faster Heading towards disaster Too late to stop me after I’ve heard enough
I heard what the robot said I’m going back to bed ‘Cause I know if I don’t get enough sleep I’ll just be seein’ red
I think I’ll stay inside No reason not to hide Maybe if they don’t hear a peep They’ll think I already died
How we gonna get ourselves out of this one Why can’t they just go and shoot the moon Someone should do something about this terror from outer space I hope that this bad nightmare is ending soon
I heard what the robot said I’m going back to bed Seeing that big pneumatic drill Fills me up with dread
I just can’t stay inside Even if they think I died Smoking crater where it was my favorite hill Maybe it’s time to hide
How we gonna get ourselves out of this one Why’d they have to go and shoot the moon Someone should do something about this threat to the human race I hope that this bad nightmare is ending soon
I heard what the robot said I’m going back to bed ‘Cause I know if I don’t get enough sleep I’ll just be seein’ red
You started out thinking you were headin' for a revolution You got some friends together but it really got out of hand
Now you’re spending your nights singing songs in an institution And that’s what it’s like when you’re livin' in a traveling band
Another day ending It’s getting cold Tired of mending It’s getting old What have they done to me
Feel it drawing nearer I’m sick of this place I look in the mirror So sick of this face What have they done to me
she said she would go she said she would she said she would go
Smelling the flowers I’m floating in space I’ve been here for hours With a smile on my face What have they done to me
she said she would go she said she would she said she would go she said she would she said she would go she said she would
I’m sorry if I bothered you I don’t know what I’m gonna do I have to find myself a place to think
I know what I did was wrong I hoped that you would play along, At least that’s what I’m told by my new shrink
I should make it up to you, So let me know what I can do, It would help make me feel so tickled pink
Please don’t simply turn me down Rejection’s gonna make me frown I think that you should know I’m on the brink
I’m feeling dizzy, it happened again What do you think I should do This person out there, I don’t think it’s me All that I know, I need you
I’m sorry ‘bout your other friend, Reliable until the end; This has been something of a trend I see
And what about the other one, Who thought that it would be so fun To gas himself, it was so Bourgeoisie
It’s simply very puzzling, Why no one can go on living, When they meet you, it’s dizzying to see
I’m sorry 'bout the cyanide And the assisted suicide Oh look, another one has died
Not me!
I’m feeling dizzy, it happened again What do you think I should do That person out there is really not me I know that I know, I need you
I’m sorry but I have to run, It’s been nice, a lot of fun If someone asks, I wasn’t Here
I’m going out of town, I hope nobody drowns, I won’t be 'round but I’ll Be near
I’m feeling dizzy, it happened again What do you think I should do That person out there I hope is not me All that I know, I need you All that I know, I need you All that I wanted is you
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