So after several days of travel and sickness, I slipped into a delicious bout of delirium.  Since I don’t do psychotropics, being delirious is the closest I’ll ever be to being “high”.  So, instead of analyzing the situation internally like I always do, I decided to go all musical about it.  Needless to say, I channeled my inner Busta Rhymes.

For example, I say “Fuck your IQ if its higher than two.”  My ability to give one fuck has hit an all time low.

I posted a request in a forum I frequent to tell me what composition to make.  They gave me the key, the tempo, the lead instrument, and the mood they wanted.  Three hours later, this tense sounding piece was the result.

The melancholy of Viktomajarmo’s composition drove my pessimistic vitriol outward.  As you can tell, I have little faith in my generation to do anything worthy of merit.

Sometime in 2008, the very personable Djay Cas came to me and said “You’re good with words, do a voice over introducing our new rapper, Verbatim.”  So I gets to writing the most outrageous Black Nationalist agitprop (pre-Obama) I could muster.  After the first recording, he said the voice it wasn’t black enough.  So, unlike a few of my previous clients, I went back into the booth and pressed the Extra Black button (not it’s Craigslist equivalent) and out came this fun little gem.  Enjoy!

It was 2007 and I had just been paid an egregious amount of money for doing voice work for Scion.  I was collecting my check from a 24-hour straight session of mixing and mastering an entire country album days before it was submitted to the record label.  For the first time in a long time, my audio career was taking off financially.

So I quit my studio job and took a six month vacation from the world.  Vertical movement be damned!

I added the finishing touches of a long overdue equipment upgrade to the studio and proceeded to go full retard.  Six months of isolation (henceforth known as the Great Shut-In of 2007) interspersed with the occasional visit from the lovely and talented David B. Mitchell.  His tremendous knowledge of Progressive Rock eventually rubbed off on me and, as a result, this semi-epic piece was spawned.  Balls-out horn blasts from Sonik Synth 2 pleasantly startle the nebulousness of the Minimoog.  One day, perhaps a real guitarist will do the lead line.

After I had purchased my Avalon 737sp for a hell of a deal, (Thank you, Ryan of Guitar Center!) I decided to test it out.  One of my favorite songs of all time is “Survival of the Fittest” by Mobb Deep.  So I did a cover of it and added my patented “Hatred-In-A-Box (Just add excuse)”™ to it and, voilà!

I had absolutely no idea that I could sound like Zach de la Rocha.  I might use that to my advantage.