* Ñèìïàòèøíî. Íî çâóêîì íàïîìèíàåò ñàóíä ê ôèëüìàì 80 - 90 ãîäîâ .
È ïîçâîëüòå ìíå îòïðàâèòü ãåðîÿ íå ëèöåçðåòü ñêó÷íûé ãîðîäñêîé ïåéçàæ, à ïóñòü îí îêàæåòñÿ íà áåðåãó îêåàíà, íî÷íîãî. Îí áàíàëüíî âûãîðåë íà ðàáîòå è ïðîñòî íàñëàæäàåòñÿ ýòèì çâóêîì, çàïàõîì îêåàíà è çâ¸çäàìè.
Èñòî÷íèê:
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Poets of the Fall Community
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Just before I should go to bed in the evening, I often sit down at my piano keyboard and computer, open my music software, and just start doing.... something, whatever comes to mind, whatever I feel like doing. I might open an existing song idea, give it a listen, and see if I feel like developing it further, or burying it deep underground and making sure it will never see the light of day. I have a folder on my computer where I store these ideas. It currently contains about a thousand projects, and they date all the way back to 2005 (I do have projects way older than that, but they are stored on my archive server). The projects include song drafts (several Poets songs have started their life from here), testing new effects & sounds & instruments (which often lead to song ideas), testing & developing coding-related concepts, programming new sounds for future use, stupid remixes for my own sick fun (often involves butchering a children’s song into a dubstep or rap version), and so on. A huge thing on my to-do list is to go through all these projects, write something down about each one, and classify them in some meaningful way (”crap”, ”why did I do this”, ”has potential”, ”continue this asap”, etc). Here is one of those ideas. Still very much an undeveloped draft (and sorry for my crappy guitar playing), but I imagine something like this playing in a movie where the main character looks over a city skyline in the night, pondering some deep stuff. I think this goes in the ”has potential, see what you can do with it” category.
Âå÷åðîì, ïåðåä òåì êàê ëå÷ü ñïàòü, ÿ ÷àñòî ñàæóñü çà êëàâèàòóðó ôîðòåïèàíî è êîìïüþòåð, îòêðûâàþ ìóçûêàëüíóþ ïðîãðàììó è ïðîñòî íà÷èíàþ ÷òî-òî ñî÷èíÿòü...âñå, ÷òî ïðèõîäèò â ãîëîâó, âñå, ÷òî ìíå õî÷åòñÿ ñäåëàòü. ß ìîãó îòêðûòü èìåþùóþñÿ èäåþ ïåñíè, ïîñëóøàòü åå è ïîñìîòðåòü, çàõî÷åòñÿ ëè ìíå ðàçâèâàòü åå äàëüøå èëè ïîõîðîíèòü ãëóáîêî ïîä çåìëåé è óáåäèòüñÿ, ÷òî îíà íèêîãäà íå óâèäèò äíåâíîãî ñâåòà.
Ó ìåíÿ íà êîìïüþòåðå åñòü ïàïêà, ãäå ÿ õðàíþ ýòè èäåè. Ñåé÷àñ â íåé îêîëî òûñÿ÷è ïðîåêòîâ, è âñå îíè äàòèðóþòñÿ 2005 ãîäîì (ó ìåíÿ åñòü ïðîåêòû íàìíîãî ñòàðøå, íî îíè õðàíÿòñÿ íà ìîåì àðõèâíîì ñåðâåðå). Ïðîåêòû âêëþ÷àþò â ñåáÿ íàáðîñêè ïåñåí (íåñêîëüêî ïåñåí Poets íà÷àëè ñâîþ æèçíü îòñþäà), òåñòèðîâàíèå íîâûõ ýôôåêòîâ, çâóêîâ è èíñòðóìåíòîâ (êîòîðûå ÷àñòî ïðèâîäÿò ê èäåÿì ïåñåí), òåñòèðîâàíèå è ðàçâèòèå êîíöåïöèé, ñâÿçàííûõ ñ êîäèðîâàíèåì, ïðîãðàììèðîâàíèå íîâûõ çâóêîâ äëÿ áóäóùåãî èñïîëüçîâàíèÿ, ãëóïûå ðåìèêñû äëÿ ñîáñòâåííîãî óäîâîëüñòâèÿ (÷àñòî ýòî èñêîâåðêàííûå äåòñêèå ïåñíè â äàáñòåï èëè ðýï âåðñèè), è òàê äàëåå. Ñóùåñòâåííûé ïóíêò â ìîåì ñïèñêå äåë - ïðîñìîòðåòü âñå ýòè ïðîåêòû, íàïèñàòü ÷òî-òî î êàæäîì èç íèõ è êëàññèôèöèðîâàòü èõ êàêèì-òî èìåþùèì ñìûñë îáðàçîì (”ôèãíÿ”, ”çà÷åì ÿ ýòî ñäåëàë”, ”åñòü ïîòåíöèàë”, ”ïðîäîëæèòü ýòî êàê ìîæíî ñêîðåå” è ò.ä.).
Âîò îäíà èç òàêèõ èäåé. Ýòî âñå åùå ñîâñåì íåðàçðàáîòàííûé íàáðîñîê (è èçâèíèòå çà ìîþ äðÿííóþ èãðó íà ãèòàðå), íî ÿ ïðåäñòàâëÿþ, êàê íå÷òî ïîäîáíîå èãðàåò â ôèëüìå, ãäå ãëàâíûé ãåðîé ñìîòðèò íà íî÷íîé ãîðîäñêîé ïåéçàæ, ðàçìûøëÿÿ î êàêèõ-òî ãëóáîêèõ âåùàõ. ß äóìàþ, ýòî îòíîñèòñÿ ê êàòåãîðèè "åñòü ïîòåíöèàë, ïîñìîòðè, ÷òî òû ìîæåøü ñ ýòèì ñäåëàòü".
Êñòàòè, ýòè ðàçìûòûå îãíè - èç îñòàòêîâ ìàòåðèàëà, êîòîðûé ÿ ñíèìàë äëÿ âèäåî The Sweet Escape. Ìíå ïîêàçàëîñü, ÷òî è çäåñü îíè ïîäõîäÿò ïîä íàñòðîåíèå!
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