Edweird,
I thought of you today. Little story which leads into my next little project - remember my anagram poem Industrial Radio earlier in this thread - I dropped a copy on poetry.com - it's a vanity publishers, no, I'm not buying the $50 book with my poem in it from them - and [i]then[/i] I looked to see what other stuff on the site was like...
Lovely, lovely poems written by people who have been on holiday to an exotically named tourist trap with magnificent mountains, pretty flowers, sad old people and a forlorn, tousled boy-child, and there they have fallen in passionate yet unconsummated love with a gentle, manly stranger in the shimmering moonlight. The sort of poetry appreciated by people who have a ballerina dolly with a full needlepoint skirt covering the spare toilet roll. And there sits my poem, with its arid urinals and snarling audio dirt, like a cow-pat in paradise.
Perhaps I should have looked first.
Anyway, this morning I was wondering what I might do next, and decided to do another one minute track - different in style to MHR - when poetry.com sent me a stock email to tell me that I had made it to the semifinals of their monthly competition (I suspect pretty much every contributor does) so would I like to buy the book now (No!) and by the way we need your permission before we print your poem. Well apparently "your poem was selected for publication, and as a contest semi-finalist, based on your unique talent and artistic vision. We believe it will add to the importance and appeal of this edition" Certainly you may then. I am sure maiden aunts the world over will be thrilled to read it. :-)
So, I wondered, how can I mark this momentous event (you American chappies do get that I'm using British sarcasm here, don't you) - oh, I know, I'll set the poem to music. Well, it's just got to be real old-school Industrial, Throbbing Gristle style snarling audio dirt, hasn't it.
All of which meant I spent this morning recording the vocal track and applying filter after filter, trying to get a real dirty head-in-a-concrete-mixer, overdriven megaphoney, nasty, menacing feel to it whilst leaving the words fairly comprehensible and not turning it into a puddy muddle. And thinking he-hee, people are going to [i]hate[/i] this. Well, maybe not Edweird.
And here you are, with two bits of good advice.
"Use your ears." There's something similar in photography. "Use your eyes." Actually what is meant by that is, "Use your eyes. No, really, [b]use[/b] you eyes. Really use them. Stop just looking at the scenery and start seeing the photograph. I mean really see it. See where your eye is drawn, critically evaluate the weaknesses, see the possibilities, see what it could be after processing and printing. And above all, use your eyes. Keep that up for five years or so and one day you might turn into a half-way decent photographer."
Percussion. Well, I find it a challenge to clap to a simple beat but tomorrow I'll be hitting household objects with other household objects and seeing if I can't drum up a found-sound beat. Good. I was at a bit of a loss as to what to do next. Thanks.
Gordon