Much as I loathe saying it, discipline appears required for the game and the vampire stuff has to be limited. I love the dark as that's for me when imagination flies the most. For some it's scary but for me it's the best. I want to see what's in it and that's what goes to "The Space Between Things."
The consequence is that sleep is so screwed that I don't concern myself much more about time than whether the curtains are light or dark.
I'm talking myself into a chemical solution as a means to force myself off a Euro time schedule. US will work just fine for Euro but not vampire time. That's highly-destructive and that's what has to stop. Cat isn't causing it as we usually don't talk until six or seven in the morning anyway.
Part of it is there's no playing at night anymore so that propagates to endless psychotic blog entries as I'm relentless.
But right now relentless just spins in the sand. Fookin' musical Panjandrum as those things never worked either.
Then I listen to "The Space Between Things" and think, screw it ... stay with psychotic. I'm wondering if I can get from "Cat's Symphony No. x" to that. Changing the key on "The Space Between Things" is not hard as the main deal with it is rhythm anyway.
The other musical epiphany is plugging the guitar synth into the Korg synth via MIDI THRU. Anything coming in from the Galaxy Guitar should be passed over un-modified via MIDI THRU. Therefore, if the translation coming through via the Korg synth is accurate, that validates the MIDI pick-up in the guitar as being in good shape. If I don't get any sound from the Korg synth then the guitar synth is complete crap and goes to the rubbish bin.
However, if MIDI THRU does work then the Galaxy Guitar will be fully-live again with a synth voice behind the guitar voice whenever I want it and with a vastly more-capable synth. Getting that back would be ravishingly cool. It's a hack way to do it but all it costs me is a MIDI cable. Got lots of those.
Another possibility is that it comes over and it's distorted as that's the problem I have been having with the guitar synth. That still has two answers as it could be the guitar synth distorting the MIDI before sending it THRU or it came in distorted from the guitar. The next cheapest diagnostic is to buy the cable. It's sixty to eighty bucks but it's at least 50/50 it could work because it has worked to solve similar problems previously.
I've pushed it as far as I can but there's one more to jot down. What if the 'modulating' phrase doesn't have anything in it and is just an eight-count of drums then into "The Space Between Things" starting on F minor.
So what's the point of doing that. "The Space Between Things" is all swirly whirly while "Cat's Symphony" is more mechanical and elaborate but more sweeping. "The Space Between Things" is simple insofar as we miss most of what is really there and that's definitely my observation on how a great many people view things. So "Cat's Symphony" has to state the dream and then "The Space Between Things" lives it ... trippin' it's brains out. Slow fade and maybe it was all a dream anyway.
That flows ok for me but there is a romantic flaw in what happened to the love when you started trippin'. You can hear it but it doesn't say it except for, wow, sure is cool to be trippin'. Most women will not find that so romantic, I suspect. It needs to be explicit as to what kind of suck trip it would be if you were not there. The song is obviously not political, sociological, etc as that kind of stuff doesn't get notes like that ... so say it.
Note: maybe it's possible to re-use some of the video clips from the original.
Those seem like some fairly decent crash thoughts. I wonder if my head will do anything useful while I attempt sleep.
Hmmm ... there is a disturbance in the Force as usually the kids are asleep just now. Once the sound of Oh God, moaning, and breaking furniture stops it's usually quiet until morning.
(That's not true, by the way. They can't even hear me play up there unless I'm belting it. I sure as hell can't hear them.)
Something cute happened earlier as the Texas Tallboy rescued one of the cats from outside. He really didn't want to put her out there in the first place but Mom shipped them out. It got cold over the week-end so, what do you know, he got all sentimental. I expect the next thing we can get is a whole house full of fleas so I guess I need one of those flea bombs. I think if you're clever enough you can burn a house down with those. Uh oh ... what do I do with the fookin' cat while the house gets bombed. The last fleafestation I knew was when Lotho had some miniature collies and that was decades ago. I will bomb all hell out of this place to prevent that but it would be bad to croak the cat.
That wouldn't be such a good call to Yevette: "There's some good news and there's some bad news. First, The Texas Tallboy and his gf are doing fine. Second, the cat is dead and the house burned down."
Geez, this is going to need D-Day planning. First the cat needs a flea bath as she (probably) has the fleas. Bombing the house now would serve not much purpose. Washing the cat means some jump off so those are the ones the bomb needs to take out.
The consequence is that sleep is so screwed that I don't concern myself much more about time than whether the curtains are light or dark.
I'm talking myself into a chemical solution as a means to force myself off a Euro time schedule. US will work just fine for Euro but not vampire time. That's highly-destructive and that's what has to stop. Cat isn't causing it as we usually don't talk until six or seven in the morning anyway.
Part of it is there's no playing at night anymore so that propagates to endless psychotic blog entries as I'm relentless.
But right now relentless just spins in the sand. Fookin' musical Panjandrum as those things never worked either.
Then I listen to "The Space Between Things" and think, screw it ... stay with psychotic. I'm wondering if I can get from "Cat's Symphony No. x" to that. Changing the key on "The Space Between Things" is not hard as the main deal with it is rhythm anyway.
The other musical epiphany is plugging the guitar synth into the Korg synth via MIDI THRU. Anything coming in from the Galaxy Guitar should be passed over un-modified via MIDI THRU. Therefore, if the translation coming through via the Korg synth is accurate, that validates the MIDI pick-up in the guitar as being in good shape. If I don't get any sound from the Korg synth then the guitar synth is complete crap and goes to the rubbish bin.
However, if MIDI THRU does work then the Galaxy Guitar will be fully-live again with a synth voice behind the guitar voice whenever I want it and with a vastly more-capable synth. Getting that back would be ravishingly cool. It's a hack way to do it but all it costs me is a MIDI cable. Got lots of those.
Another possibility is that it comes over and it's distorted as that's the problem I have been having with the guitar synth. That still has two answers as it could be the guitar synth distorting the MIDI before sending it THRU or it came in distorted from the guitar. The next cheapest diagnostic is to buy the cable. It's sixty to eighty bucks but it's at least 50/50 it could work because it has worked to solve similar problems previously.
I've pushed it as far as I can but there's one more to jot down. What if the 'modulating' phrase doesn't have anything in it and is just an eight-count of drums then into "The Space Between Things" starting on F minor.
So what's the point of doing that. "The Space Between Things" is all swirly whirly while "Cat's Symphony" is more mechanical and elaborate but more sweeping. "The Space Between Things" is simple insofar as we miss most of what is really there and that's definitely my observation on how a great many people view things. So "Cat's Symphony" has to state the dream and then "The Space Between Things" lives it ... trippin' it's brains out. Slow fade and maybe it was all a dream anyway.
That flows ok for me but there is a romantic flaw in what happened to the love when you started trippin'. You can hear it but it doesn't say it except for, wow, sure is cool to be trippin'. Most women will not find that so romantic, I suspect. It needs to be explicit as to what kind of suck trip it would be if you were not there. The song is obviously not political, sociological, etc as that kind of stuff doesn't get notes like that ... so say it.
Note: maybe it's possible to re-use some of the video clips from the original.
Those seem like some fairly decent crash thoughts. I wonder if my head will do anything useful while I attempt sleep.
Hmmm ... there is a disturbance in the Force as usually the kids are asleep just now. Once the sound of Oh God, moaning, and breaking furniture stops it's usually quiet until morning.
(That's not true, by the way. They can't even hear me play up there unless I'm belting it. I sure as hell can't hear them.)
Something cute happened earlier as the Texas Tallboy rescued one of the cats from outside. He really didn't want to put her out there in the first place but Mom shipped them out. It got cold over the week-end so, what do you know, he got all sentimental. I expect the next thing we can get is a whole house full of fleas so I guess I need one of those flea bombs. I think if you're clever enough you can burn a house down with those. Uh oh ... what do I do with the fookin' cat while the house gets bombed. The last fleafestation I knew was when Lotho had some miniature collies and that was decades ago. I will bomb all hell out of this place to prevent that but it would be bad to croak the cat.
That wouldn't be such a good call to Yevette: "There's some good news and there's some bad news. First, The Texas Tallboy and his gf are doing fine. Second, the cat is dead and the house burned down."
Geez, this is going to need D-Day planning. First the cat needs a flea bath as she (probably) has the fleas. Bombing the house now would serve not much purpose. Washing the cat means some jump off so those are the ones the bomb needs to take out.
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