no idea what exactly touches me so freaking much, but the roland transistor bass 303 is still the thing for me on the field of synthesizers. simply a (a?… THE!) tweaking, unrivaled one of a kind majesty – its unique sound is still and will always be able to immediately generate warm goosebumps of joy when appearing unexpectedly.
i’m accustomed to this sound in three ways: as protagonist in acid house and techno tracks, as essential ingredient of goa trance (call me retro!) and pure from hours and hours of playing around with rebirth or different vst adaptions and shit or countless tutorial or demonstration videos on youtube. dont need more sometimes…
even though i adore experimenting aound with software, i’d love to own a hardware version of it one day. but actually, i am not that kind of hardware nerd, so i’d be happy and completely satisfied with the new (and affordable!) aira tb-3 touch bassline. a roland at least it must be.
a couple of years ago i had the opportunity to put my fingers on an original at frankfurt music fair; luckily i knew pattern programming sufficiently from rebirth. oh, and i’m proud owner of the official manual i once downloaded somewhere, lol.
as written in my diaries from earlier days i was afraid of having failed in life at the age of 30. i apparently didnt have much trust in myself. dealing with my ancient fears is part 2 of my mid30-inventory. this time: the fear of dying one day as a silly consumer, without having verified that there is some creative potential inside me, to leave the world without any proof of existence so to speak. fun fact: (the possibility of) having children wasnt mentioned in any diary at all…
anyways, my creative output so far:
writing appears to be the thing for me. i’m writing pretty much since i am able to hold a pen. on the one hand there is a huge amout of diaries and autobiographic texts. on the other hand there are myriads of sheets and files containing short stories, longer stories (fragments mostly) and rather experimental stuff. a decade ago i got the opportunity to read in front of a small and hand-picked audience and i won a small contest. i was part of several writing projects as well. in view of this huge amount of fragments, the idea of completing (not necessarily publishing) a book still lives on. got rather close twice already. recently my writing became more and more some sort of self-therapy though.
using all kinds of software tools as my idea of “making music” (which mostly isnt more than experimenting around) feels a whole lot more creative than writing that became way too normal over the years. earlier days i made tons of loops and some fragmented tracks as well. nowadays i’m focussing on what i call “enriched field recordings”, following the idea of combining “organic” (aleatoric) parts with all sterile, solid and predictable parts. growing plants on concrete. recently i was experimenting with ambient, binaural beats and field recordings. when i got the offer of being published by a netlabel a longer while ago, i immediately lost interest though. not sure why. maybe it was too easy in the end, a lack of challenge. almost killed the vibe. no real aims here.
a couple of years ago i won an art contest together with a friend, publicly performing an interactive sonification of one of his paintings. concept was winner, i’d say but crowd and jury appreciated it. the idea of sonifying visual art isn’t new. in earlier days i wrote a code for automatic sonification of the groundplan of le corbusier’s villa savoye together with a buddy. no real aims here as well. proving potentials from time to time seems to do the trick here as well. ah, almost forgot to mention: in school i managed to be exhibited with a painting at local town hall’s corridor for a week.
since i have a real job and certainly would never be able to live from my “art” (or even feeding a family) successfully reduces pressure on myself concerning my “creative output”. most of the time i enjoy being a consumer indeed…
bloggers know: nothing is too banal to be mentioned here. this is a rather personal thing anyway…
activities with no productivity purpose were considered a waste of time a bit too long – with known results in the end. (basic) lessons we learn, or: he that will not hear must feel. so let’s focus on exact those (all meditative) activites – vacation plans:
- vipassana meditation (one of the few leftovers of my buddhist period a couple of years ago),
- longer walks at night, listening to quality psydub releases (“quality” mostly means being freed from flute, piano, guitar or other new age elements, check player below for a representative example),
- sitting there in the middle of the forest with a field recorder, recording the sweet nothing, walden’s spirit,
- getting lost in virtuality like exploring netlabel cemetry, playing around with music production tools, taking a hundred training laps around virtual eldora speedway or simply going on a tour through second life universe with my buddy adalbert, exploring abandoned places, favourite and new spots and (again) listening to sounds and music…