found out that the old march holiday was the pagan snake worship one... then the church gave it to a dude who "rid the lands of snakes." humph...
was working a little on talkbox the last couple of hours...
so far, litigation, window bleed, reaper, and [fuzzy]....are pretty much coming together wordwise...
its difficult since talkbox is like a talkbox, a speaker horn enclosed in close quarters and dense parameters wherein a sound bouncing creates some whacky cool noises/sounds... the tube from the horn goes into a human mouth where the hollow area shapes how the revibrations will sound.... kind of like crime. so, the album is about the roots of crime..but this blog is the only place that will be revealed.... no big deal or anything, not like i'm trying to get a wax sculpture next to elvis or some shit....
anyways, its difficult because words are so touchy... the next two songs im working on i have the basic vocal melodies/rhythms for, but its going to be hard not to make them sound almost disgusting... so im probably gonna end up just using a bunch of metaphors and macrophor the son of a bitch... or the next two songs at least...
anyways, might record more of pneumatology or holographic today... might restring the acoustic for the patriot stuff and UV... might just recover from all those beers since the moon and some distant planet are lining up with the polar opposite area of my birth stuff...
gonna try something else: gonna read more FBI files and see if I can synthesize all the ghettos in the world into 8 minutes...
so the concepts so far are like :
litigation: u get this feeling of strangeness like something around u doesnt belong...
window bleed: u see a bunch of stuff that people are just walking past like a bleeding window
reaper: u realize that exploitating suppression is that strangeness
[fuzzy] and next three: where did it come from...
we'll see...
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