The usual routine:
- improvise a piece,
- spend a few days fixing it into something... less bad.
Listen as I play around, experimenting with my usual techniques, making mistakes, and all around not executing as many fancy chords as I’d like to make you believe I’m capable of.
I began by swearing off publishing any heavily post-edited music. I judged those who dared to indulge in the art, which is most musicians of the day. You can quickly escape this piece by entering the following one, if you prefer the topic:
I’m the Greatest Fraud of the Music World You’ll Ever Admire?! Cheers!
I can’t actually tell how you’ll feel about this
Now, since this is a free flowing text…
The Obligatory Declaration That I Don’t Care About Your Readership
Post edit — Dec’ 22nd, 2021
This bit might be turning readers away… which means it works. Which is also unfortunate. In a good way.
This isn’t to be taken harshly. I’ve been going through some changes, and part of that means I’ve stopped being concerned with your opinion. Don’t get me wrong, I still care for your wellbeing. But in cases where I just want to express myself, your inner world matters far less to me.
To be fair, it also depends on which part of me you’d ask.