shane richards wrote:
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Started this time last year with 8 songs.
Cut back to 4.
Wrote another 12.
Cut back to 9.
Sent demos of 9 songs to musos/engineers whose opinions matter to me.
Cut down to 3 songs. (Which have all been re-recorded/arranged)
Recorded another 10 songs.
Keeping critiques of aforementioned friends in mind - back to 9 songs.
Wrote another 5.
Played and played and played those tracks to many people, noting what
seemed to please and what didn´t.
Down to 7 songs, in the process of writing one last piece, then call it
a day and unleash my crap on the world.
So that will be 35 odd full-recordings, many rerecordings and
rearrangements to produce 8 tracks. That of course doesn´t include all
the stuff I wrote and forgot about, or pieces that just don´t fit.
Now that doesn't mean that the other pieces are necessarily "crap" -
wrote a lovely Ben Fold's Five-style ballad for my gf - but she's the
only one that will hear that.
Yes, Shane, and that is the "brutal" part of Hindemith's metaphor.
Your
work fought for survival and only the fittest remained after both you
and your support folks were done winnowing...
Frank