Multidisciplinary designer specializing in world-building for artists, institutions, and select commercial clients.
Currently in the pursuit of:
📡 Vector-Based Lifeforms
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Multidisciplinary designer specializing in world-building for artists, institutions, and select commercial clients.
Currently in the pursuit of:
📡 Vector-Based Lifeforms
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Mixing
& Emotions
LAYER: STACK-000006
LOGDATE: 25.04.16
USER: NATALIE
Here are some snippets and practice mixes. These are very rough mixes as of right now and are mostly spur of the moment ideas. Getting a feel for mixing on these new headphones (thanks Robin!). Can already hear how oversaturated the low end is on a lot of these tracks. I was mixing on small speakers before and was over compensating with saturation and clipping.
Made in 2 - 1 hour bursts. Hour 1 I started with a classic Memphis vocal sample. Granulator 3 and Decimort made for a more cerebral, retroflexed, feel to the mix and performance.
Hour 2 was spent mostly jamming everything through filters and saturation in ways that should give you a headache, if I’m being 100% honest with you. Tuned the vox to E Minor to match the backing ambient and reeses, using Scaler EQ.
Short decays on the drum/vox Reverb, with OTT to follow, made for a very up front quick n’ dirty mix. I’ll probably hate this when I wake up...
Older jam session using a smattering of MRhythimizer and a fun Log Drum sample. Want to pull out parts of this for a more structured track here soon.
Snippets I pulled off of a phone that had Koala Sampler on it, I had while camping:
I would hike to the top of a hill near my campsite in the morning to screen-record/download samples off of whatever little internet connection I could get, and then I would arrange, edit, and mix in Koala Sampler while chilling in the cooler valley during the day. Felt like I was scraping dregs off of an institution that had once hurt me, did a lot of thinking about how I had relied on something so effervescent for support.
What a privilege it has been to have had the years of freedom to prepare myself for the worst. I’ve always felt like I was in a warzone, everyone around me forcing a smile, telling me I’m an alarmist. Like the writing wasn’t sprawled on the wall behind me.
You haven’t spent a minute on the dirt roads I have have. You loose it all, watch a person loose all sanity in front of you, and then tell me how kind a man with firepower and insecurities looks barrelling in your direction. A cloud of dust the size of a sand dune, if you squint hard enough the reddened cloud spells out “Ford”.
Something about me telling people their neighborhood isn’t safe has been the hardest pill for people to swallow. Having to self reflect on why you think a solution to getting shot randomly is to arm yourself is beyond me. Why should I need to arm myself to go for a god damn walk. What the hell would that do.
More Samples from my time spent camping in the valley:
Sample: Imogen Heap - Headlock : reworked on Koala Sampler.
- Natalie