New drum'n'bass mix! Done with (Ableton) Live 7, since I picked it up this past week. I'm still puzzled as to why I'd never mixed with it prior (as I've only produced a bit with it before), since it's basically the greatest thing ever. Really versatile, intuitive program.
So this one's a long time coming... I've been mixing a lot lately, though just haven't gotten around to recording anything. There've been tons of new releases since my last mix, including Pendulums (mediocre) new album 'In Silico', Evol Intent's 'Era Of Diversion' LP, as well as various Lifted artist EP's and singles. Tons of great stuff so far in 2008. As the tracklist so blatantly reflects, I'm reeeeaaaally into the new Apex EP that just promo'ed this week. It's being called some of the best dnb of the decade by critics - remarks I can't disagree with. These tunes will be smashers for years to come.
Tracklist:
- Apex - Nowhere To Run
- Telemetrik - Cosmos
- Pendulum - Granite
- Apex - Same Old Blues
- Evol Intent & Ewun - 8-Bit Bitch (Spor Remix)
- Absolute Zero & Subphonics - The Code (SKC Remix)
- Apex - Hench
- Evol Intent & Demo - Unexplained Sounds
- Calyx & Teebee - The Quest (Break Remix)
- Pendulum - 9000 Miles
- Apex - Weeping Willow
- Evol Intent - Middle Of The Night
DOWNLOAD - 48mb, 192kbps, 35mins
Driven to insanity and losing your sanity. Which is right?
Do you start out with a bar (think lifebar/healthbar) of sanity, and, when you lose it all, you are insane? You are either born with a full bar, or you somehow gain it when you are a child. Things that happen to you slowly chip the bar away and finally, once it's all gone, you've lost your sanity and declared insane.
Or do you have an empty bar that you slowly fill and once it's full, you are insane? Things that happen to you make you a little bit more insane. Once you've filled that bar, you're declared totally insane.
This may sound like a glass half-full/half-empty question, but I somehow thinks this matters. If it's case 1, then should we hold onto our sanity, taking care of it like a little child? Or do the cases not matter at all? Everything is just relative, I'm just thinking too much, the world is going to end, none of this matter.
Maybe.
Even after going out of my way to make sure I blog more about stuff I make or create, I still continue to suck at it. Or rather, I suck at blogging in general, really. Ohhhhhhhhhhh well. It feels like I've said it before, but if you really want to know what's going on with me, calling, texting, IMing, or emailing me does the trick. I swear I'll reply. Calling will most likely yield the best result. ;)
So, yeah. Another product of a lazy Sunday in March, this one just seemed natural. My favorite MJ song with one of the hottest hiphop/r&b beats in recent memory. I wish I could find a better quality acapella, but this is all the internet had to offer, legally or otherwise. :|
Listen 'til the end, yeah? I got bored and uhh...experimented a bit.
Maybe I'll clean the whole thing up a bit more and expand on the random noise at the end sometime. It's always a maybe.
I get to look like a retard everyday.
I noticed lately that I am like a people magnet. The kind that attracts, not repel. It's strange how, in a classroom of 30 or so people, some people feel the need to set their eyes on me instead of any of the remaining 28, walk all the way across the room and converse with me instead. What's weirder is the people I "attract" are people that I wouldn't consider hanging out with, at least, conciously. I find that all of them to be either anime nerds or slightly socially awkward, or both. I can't help but think that they are reflections of who I really am, and it's scary. I don't want to be associated with those things anymore, but those are the only people at school that will talk to me without me initiating a conversation.
Hopefully this will change once I get to college. Not that I am really looking forward to it. The Freshmen Orientation is in a couple of months.
Ohayoo!
So, not much to say really. Life's life. Yadda yadda. Lots changed and still changing since last post, etc etc. Busy busy.
But I still find time in the day to get down with the sickness and rock the funky beats. Observe:
Quick 'n sloppy preview clip mix of some material I've been working on. Everything's au naturale, produced and engineered by me. Ain't no premade loops in there. And, of course, everything's a work in progress, and don't pay any
attention to the composition of anything because it's all just slapped
together carelessly. That phatness 1/3rd of the way through (tentatively named Trick Dog), I just started it a couple of nights ago; not even adequately realized, yet but it's thumpin' and delicious enough to preview. A couple are kind of dated, and I should prooooobably go back and overhaul them. Might even be able to get a couple done in time to drop at fanime.
Oh yeah! I'm spinning at the fanime dance. No idea when though. Come... check it... out? I feel a bit wrong asking anyone to actually go to fanime on their own free will... but I assume a good portion of you reading this are already going, so... yeah! Go to the dance, foolies.
Nap time. Payce.
Today was senior ditch day.
And nobody told me. D: I feel so unpopular.
To compensate, my economics teacher rickrolled us whenever he had the chance and asked if Together Forever is better than Never Gonna Give You Up. I say that goes against the core principals of Rickroll.
I am not that different.
I am a compilation, a collage, a mixture of all the high school clique stereotypes.
Emo, the desperate attempt to look different from everyone else by dressing in all black, wearing collars and cuffs, keys and locks. The depressed, or, at least faking it somewhat. The self-destructive, self-loathing.
Nerd, the geeks with the brains. Identifying with the academic records. Indulging in books and useless facts
Cool, the popular side. The bold, standing out from the crowd. The fashion-concious.
Wannabes. Trying to be the popular ones, trying to fit in, trying but failing.
Otakus. Big on anime and all things Japanese.
Outsiders. The socially-awkward with a bad sense of humor.
I am not that different.
But so what, and what am I?
I have to write this down somewhere, or I'll forget it, or worse, treat it as a figment of my imagination. Skip the first three paragraphs if you're the tl;dr type because that is all irrelevant background stuff. Actually, just skip the whole entry if you're the tl;dr type.
When I was in Hong Kong, I used to go to a community center afterschool because both of my parents worked and couldn't take care of me when I get out of school at 12. One time the volunteers there (usually 20-somethings) wanted to put up a play in the streets to promote something. I really have no clue what the play was about. I just remembered that one guy had a guitar and the other girl had a piano, so I guess there was singing.
Anyway, somehow, me and two other girls were recruited to play a part in it. At 5 or so in the afternoon, we would all cram into a tiny room to rehearse, but most of the time I just listened to the tapes of rehearsal because I had to leave early.
On the day of the play, we set up everything. The play took place opposite of a market (not supermarket, but an actual, out in the open market) and close to a train station exit. We ate lunch at a nearby restaurant before going up. I think we had a dry-run before we did it for real.
Hong Kong, it is very common for people to pick their own English name, much like how people here pick Spanish names for their Spanish class, even though this tends to result in girls picking the most insanely cute names for themselves. I remember the guy volunteer in the play was named Patrick, and the girl volunteer was Fanny. Perhaps for the same reason, they felt the need to give me and the two other girls English names for our characters and had us make posters with our names on them.
The first girl got Apple. Her poster had the word APPLE on it along with a picture of an apple.
The second girl got Banana. Her poster had the word BANANA on it along with a picture of a banana. She also got some laughs because when she opened the poster it was upside-down.
The third girl, me, got...*drumroll* COOKIE! Apparently they couldn't think of a fruit that starts with C and went for the cute factor. My poster, obviously, had the word COOKIE on it along with a picture of a cookie, which is just a brown circle with smaller, dark brown circles.
They could have just went with Jasmine, which is my actual "English" name in Hong Kong, since my aunt was a Jasmine too.
So what's the point with all this? I don't know. But it's just to show all these other possible names I could have been stuck with. Jasmine doesn't suit me much. It's all elegant and princessy. I think I'll stick with Miki for now. It's cute and sporty. But, from now on, for IIDX purposes, I'll be...DJ COOKIE.
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