I’m chasing this dream. I’ve got a few chords.
And I’m just riding on the F, back + forth,
Thinking one thought, since I got on.
I think that I’m the only one on this train who realizes what went wrong.
Jolie, I just missed falling in…
Jolie, I just missed falling in…
You sped off in that taxi
Before I said the seventh word
Now I’m afraid you only heard
“Jolie, I just missed falling in…”
She wasn’t looking for a cushion. She’s only got one life.
But she was searching for a softer landing and a peaceful flight.
So she went for a graceful exit before I gave her one that she don’t like.
Now I’m the only one still thinking about it on this endless ride.
When loose bricks fall on quiet sidewalks,
you can hear ’em crash from blocks away.
Without scaffolding they just keep raining down.
She’s still speeding away and I know she still feels lucky to this day.
‘cause you’re always missing the seventh word
My latest guitar is named Fabien, after the pilot in Antoine de Saint-Exupéry’s “Night Flight.” It has quickly become my fav instrument. I read him the passage below from the book last night and woke up to this track in my DAW. Seems Fabien dreamed me reading to him in French.
A Dick Dale-esque fast-picked drone over a sample of “the world’s largest wind tunnel” simulates propellers and everything’s capped off with some more samples of 1980s weather satellite telemetry. All samples are from a Bainbridge sound effects disc circa 1989. The beats are garage band.
“Night Flight” tells the story of a mail pilot lost over Patagonia and the ways tragedy and the relentless drone of modern life intersect and collide on the ground. In this track, one of my favorite novels meets my favorite guitar.
Fabien is a Peekamoose Custom M2 (http://peekamoose.com). He’s pictured being held by his luthier, Paul Schwartz, in the shop where he was forged.
“Fabien, quel est votre position?”
Fabien, what’s your location?
Sans avoir à lutter, il serrait les mains sur les commandes. Quelque chose se préparait qu’il ne comprenait pas. Il bandait ses muscles, telle une bête qui va sauter, mais il ne voyait rien qui ne fût calme. Oui, calme, mais chargé d’un étrange pouvoir. Puis tout s’est aiguisé. Ces arêtes, ces pics, tout devenait aigu : on les sentait pénétrer, comme des étraves, le vent dur. Et puis il lui sembla qu’elles viraient et dérivaient autour de lui, à la façon de navires géants qui s’installent pour le combat.…
A loose adventure in nested loops. There are a few drones (each 1 note) underneath respective two, three, four, five and six note loops. the main section consists of the two note and six note loop played together with some variation, looped six times. Everything else fades in and out.
I own a matryoshka as a result of a trip to Russia I took in 1985. In the course of that journey, I acted as a teenage cold war secret agent, carrying cultural and religious documents and artifacts behind the then-iron curtain. This track has nothing and everything to do with looking back on that adventure. As a bonus read, here’s how my trip as a “Spring Break Spy” began:
So xclnt to be contributing to the junto again.
Fabien (a Peekamoose Custom M2 by http://peekamoose.com), EHX SuperEgo, Diamond Tremolo, EQD Grand Orbiter, EQD Afterneath, Strymon blueSky, Pigtronix Infinity Looper, Fender Blackface emulator (Line6 POD-XT), Sony Acid Pro 7, Windows 8
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