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hb3
Advanced Member Username: hb3
Post Number: 246 Registered: 2-2005
| Posted on Friday, September 07, 2007 - 10:35 am: | |
This turns into a funk extravaganza in the second half, w/ the fretless Pedulla. An act of pure lunacy, no matter how you slice it. I can't believe what went into this thing. www.myspace.com/fromthelaboratory It should load right up. It's from a longer project. It's a long story.... |
eligilam
Member Username: eligilam
Post Number: 61 Registered: 2-2006
| Posted on Friday, September 07, 2007 - 11:06 am: | |
That is schweeeet...great production value, even through the myspace player. Do you record through Protools? Are those horns sampled? A fan, Will |
hb3
Advanced Member Username: hb3
Post Number: 247 Registered: 2-2005
| Posted on Friday, September 07, 2007 - 11:28 am: | |
Say, thanks. I use Sonar -- I never learned to use Apple music software, it just came about that the first stuff I got was for PC. The horns...the horns...the horns...if you only knew... They're sampled, except for the horn solo thing in the middle. I put that together. I tried playing the other horns parts, but it would've been a lot of work getting it to sound like the original. |
hb3
Advanced Member Username: hb3
Post Number: 248 Registered: 2-2005
| Posted on Friday, September 07, 2007 - 11:31 am: | |
It's about big gaming hunting, with less than competent hunters...think Dick Cheney on his last hunting trip. A human being is a talking horse Responds to the lash and the bit So take a drink from mother nature's corpse Drown in the milk from her tit Your life is running down a savage course Dance through the fiery pit It's a song we call...The Veldt! A man of leisure in a linen suit Crowned by a safari cap Is looking to defray his naked prey And indulge his infinite lust And finally within the secret bay Drink from the forbidden cup It's a song we call...The Veldt! So dropping off your keys with the valet (He's quite the insufferable punk) Within the bush we start to flail away And struggle to aim when we're drunk Our ladies all will try and wave away The stink of the elephant funk It's a song we call...The Veldt! We chase the pig within the savage brush And load for the deadly attack But then the beast will spring and so we'll rush In every direction at once We're so damn lucky that we haven't killed The servants who fix us our lunch It's a song we call...The Veldt! |
hb3
Advanced Member Username: hb3
Post Number: 252 Registered: 2-2005
| Posted on Tuesday, September 11, 2007 - 9:09 am: | |
Spent the weekend working on this and put up the new version...a nightmare of micro-correction....the groove is pretty solid, though. |