Well, it had to happen. I mean, it's like getting the tree and lights out, innit? Bit of a dust, coupla new bulbs and the odd screw-in... an' Bob's yer uncle Santa! Tally Bo and Merry Christmas!
Yes, well, them monitors did get me reviewing stuff, and though it is true that I'm happy to just let most of these tracks here hang as they are - kinda scruffy and curled up at the edges, like wot I is - there are about ten that I'm having a little fun making the "best" of via said lizards. All the same, you can't make a silk purse out of pigs wotsits, but I reckon, when treated to a bit of that EQ stuff and such, they'll be okay for bunging up at Bandcamp. Then, when my new monophonic gets here (September... they say), I can concentrate WHOLLY on brand new stuff. A reset, if you will. I pulled out of Official.fm as part of the strive toward me reset. It seems some artists have been having some pretty bad issues with the site. Sounds like the site-owners may be getting a bit snotty? Gotta say, it didn't give me any problems, but I want to concentrate on Bandcamp from now onwards, because I feel that will help give me a nudge toward thinking in terms of the whole package. Physical stuff. Put a little art back into the whole thing. I like where some artists provide the option of purchasing very limited cassette copies in hand-crafted wallets, or with individual hand-drawn inlays, as well as the digital downloads. Not saying I'll be doing that... but that kind of stuff fascinates me, The music's home-made, so why not the packaging? Hell, if I could, I'd go all out steampunk and offer the stuff split across 78 rpms : Pots' Pots... y'know? Toy Maker would be ideal for that. Anyway, enough of all that. Got stuff to do, Tally Bo! - Exile xxx
After a decade of struggling with desktop PC speakers and cross-checking with iPods and shit, I finally got myself a set of near field studio monitors. Strike me pink! What a difference they make. Set 'em up by checking a variety of genres, plus recordings old and new, then nervously gave a wee listen to some old Exile stuffipoos... and was pleasantly surprised at that, coz most of it sounds very much how I'd wanted it to (even them monster marmite tracks). That ain't no bragging tho', coz all that stuff's involved a lot of hair pulling, tap room cursing, farting about AND buckets of luck! Okay, none of it is close to what'd please yer average sound engineer fella, but who really gives a shite?... and it'll do for me. Any-road-up, yer Pots chappie is feeling very happy and relieved at the mo'. And I tell ya wot... The High Llamas' 'Buzzle Bee' has never sounded so glorious to these ears. Always loved it - sound, feel and everything - but, sat there listening through proper near fields was nothing short of utter joy. Magic.
Signs of a summer out there... and that nearly always gets me in a mood for uncluttering stuff. Know what I mean? Make room for the sweat to gush freely... Gonna streamline my "song" list - make a bit of room for brand new stuff, and, in so doing, render said list less daunting to trawl through. This could of course confound friends' playlist entries (again), and I do apologise for the inconvenience there. But any tracks so affected are always there for you anyway (if not, just ask and I'll give them to ya for nowt, okay?). Brand new stuff could well be popping up in the next couple of months, once me new plinker-plonk arrives... we'll see. Got some ideas. In the meantime, just have fun out there, folks!
Bless ya, EP
Finally got to grips with old 'Lethe' and that roll of sticky stuff (kind of). Sure, the result ain't what you'd call purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrfect, but, to be honest, I'd feel decidedly dark of heart if it was. Anyway, the bugger's back. Time to get on wiv some other stuff, methinks.
... but only for the time being.
Q: What's gawn?
A: Coz that mellotron bit in the middle needs tightening up.
Q: Why is that?
A: Coz I have two left hands.
Q: Well, if so, then why did you upload it in the fuzz place?
A: I'll have to have a good think about that.
Nah... not for me, coz there lies that fruit at the bottom of a mighty bowl. Them that do and can? Respect.
... I mean, the ridiculous predicament of being stuck at "2" in the rankings for months/years, never made any sense to me. I genuinely always felt such a high ranking wholly unjustified and, worse still, wrong-kind-of-attention-attracting. You gotta be real, people. I'm a sociophobic recluse, making sounds from that perspective. Yer man here does not spin platters nor make A.D.H.D-inspired floor-fillers*. Such being the case, the advent of Reverbnation's dash of "ranking" shake-ups brings this old git a great sense of relief.
ps ... I was once offered and - after being plied with and promised future lagoons of drink - accepted the post of DJ at a local bar and grill. 'Twas a merry interlude... though apparently not for all. Three factors "got in the way" during my attempt at inn-house entertainer: 1) the music I spun, 2) taciturnity, 3) my capacity for/level of inebriation. To the disgust of no-one in particular, I was duly "dropped" after just a week and half. My replacement - yer archetypal motor-mouth ex-bingo caller cheeky chap - went down a storm. A popularity only brought to a tragic halt following his spell in what would now be termed "rehab", from whence he found "christ" by dressing up as popular sci-fi characters and appointing himself "man of the people". The bar and grill is still there, though curiously no longer. Mr Pots is still Mr Pots. May common sense live long and prosper! - Exile :-D
*pps ... Mayhap it would be a good idea to point out that I am in fact something of a trainspotter-type follower/collector of what is termed "dance" music - especially late 80s to mid noughties stuff. Acid chiefly. Love it. But, I'm not a fan of all that stuff with the vocals resampled to sound like chipmunks set to a fit-inducing 1000 bpm. I mean, if you ain't on speed, such velocities sound daft. That may of course be the point of it, but it's just not my flaggon of spesh... y'know? There's a guy, over the backs of Pots Lodge, that gets himself jacked up and plays it during the summer months - and I gotta be honest, some of it gets me bouncy and giggling, but 5 hours of it, non-stop, can be a tad irksome. Still, each to their own. :) I did have a bash at making dance-type-electronic-stuff, during the noughties, but found myself lacking the necessary patience to continue and convincingly do what others do so well and so much better than I ever could. To them, I tip my hat. - EP
Upon arriving here, washed and liberally sprayed, spumed even, it occurred to me that a most favourable course of presentation would be to confine my song list to a reasonably "snappy" 12 items. In practice, for me, that proved a little too restrictive. However, once beyond said limit, things soon began to drift out of control, until I awoke one day to find my choons list had reached an unmanageable, headache-inducing 59 items! - and that was AFTER 7 or 8 tracks had come and gone, never to return! I do of course appreciate and respect the fact that, for some people, a song list of 59, 69, 109 presents no bad issue. But for me, it unfortunately does. I get confused and word-blind. So, over the next few days, I'm hoping to get my RN track list down to a more manageable 30 - 34 (yes, I know... even 30 sounds bloated, but I'm trying to be reasonable on both sides). Once that's sorted, my intention is to cycle-feature (upload/replace) available tracks on a fairly regular basis, while keeping the numbers down. So, nothing is in fact permanently gone or lost, just "resting". Stats? Not interested, just mildly amused.
Hope you understand.
Thank you for listening, EP
March 18, 2012
Yes, well, and no doubt of course... Terminology shifts, morphs and skips about those damp, murky meadows of definition, trailing an exponentially cursed spectre of uncertainty, eye-gouging despair and, ultimately, a now all-too-familiar impenetrable fog of fat, foetid meaninglessness, wherever we may strive to seek that holy grail of fact and sanity - der troof! We are, after all, only human. Forever at sea... And, such being the case, methinks it a good notion to pin down a definition concerning my use of those pesky "[remixed]" stamps slapped onto an ever-increasing number of my cheeky little tunes: Simply put, it just means that I've fiddled around with the original "mixes" and re-EQ'd them, attempted to clarify, tighten things up a little, without changing a track's intended characteristics (ie nothing has been added) but also without recourse to the original recordings. Therefore, more a case of sub-remastering than anything else… sort of. Nurse? NURSE!!!