I can honestly say I have no clue how I am going to approach this. This isn’t something I look at with a will to conquer, it is seriously something I fear. Not the people or even the competition of it but the actual act of constructing a piece from 25 samples of someone else’s choosing.
To say that I have this control issue with composition would be missing the mark by a great deal. Remember Schumacher Levy 9? Imagine this island Earth as the mark and you’ll get the drift. I am an absolute control fiend while composing. I have spent hours on 2 bars before. No, this isn’t a ‘look at me; I am dramatic and mysterious with my self obsession’ thing – it is very truly a terrific sense of self criticism and ‘I am so going to fail’ attitude; And that is when I am writing on my own damn volition.
This; This is something else entirely. This is timed. This is my creativity channeled through 25 samples some guy in a diner gave me for $10. This is me stripping myself of the ‘if you don’t like it you just don’t get it’ deal and trying to make something that will appeal, yes, to hippies.
“A panel of musicians, producers, and music journalists will decide the top three overall compositions and winners in the categories of dancinest, shit-in pants, prod (production), still life (x-mas lights) and flywheel. Yes, you read that correctly. Flywheel.”
I’ve got no fucking clue what that means. I wish I where Les Claypool. I wish I had that gusto.