So I’m sure you must be tired of waiting for the eventual world music symphony generated from the stuff in my basement. I am too. So whilst I restring my sarod, sitar, balalaika, mandolin and banjo, and as I dust off my violadulcimeraccordianpedalsteelguitar, I thought it best to throw up some more auditory excrement from my 4-track days.
Occasionally, I used to record things and name them according to my address at the time. After my initial move to the New York City area in 1996, I changed addresses quite frequently, so naming “songs” after locations without running out of names proved to be easier than you might think.
4 Roosevelt Street was the address of my friend Sam’s Grandmother in Long Island and my home for the first 3 months of my life in New York. And that is where I made this. Just me playing a heavily effected guitar to a drum sequence I made on my Alesis SR-16 drum machine. This is also about the time when I learned that if I switched the line/mic input switch to the “wrong” setting, I could make the drum machine sound distorted. You can also tell that at this time I was listening to entirely too much Underworld.
June 2nd, 2008 at 11:02 pm
Where’s Midge Ure when you need him?
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July 16th, 2008 at 9:48 pm
[...] is until it gets close to the end where it kicks into a sort of trip-hop crazybeat. Yes, like the 4 Roosevelt Street post from a little while back, this was from 1997(ish) when I was listening to a lot of Underworld and [...]