The Breaking Walk
I am not particularly nostalgic (although as I get older I find myself getting more so), but it’s always super interesting to check back on something that I did a while ago. Whether it’s writing, or music, or photography, or something I did at work, I tend to learn a little about myself. At the very least it’s a reminder of where my head and interests were at the time.
This is especially true when I look back at some music I have “written” over the years. The very first complete song that I wrote was about 13–14 years ago. It came at a time that my musical dream was to score some form of film noire. I had also just discovered Portishead, not yet really gotten into sound design or synthesis, but was mostly just a bad keyboard player who listened to a lot of prog rock. The result is a song I don’t think I could write anymore even though as a songwriter I consider myself a lot more sophisticated. I definitely know a ton more about synths, although I used to be a better keyboard player then. This song was recorded live (track by track) over a sliced up drum sample and then tweaked in software.
