Monday, June 9, 2008
Lazrus
There was a time when I could kill 15 hours in my basement in one shot, no sweat, buried in headphones, wires, synths, guitars... I made millions of recordings that way. And then I stopped for a while.
I believe I've officially dusted off the cobwebs, although I have a whole new set of software to learn and it's a little intimidating and frustrating sometimes. And I'm much more inclined to take a break now than I once was.
I think, for now, I'll call the record Lazrus. But I know for sure that I'll be documenting it in fragments of sound and words and images here:
http://lazrus.tumblr.com/
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1 comment:
that's my dad's name, no joke.
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