Chapter 12: Da Hark-Side of the Mμne

Our music product, as opposed (though not necessarily juxtaposed) to Jazz Fusion—discussed in the last chapter, might be described as Idiomatic Fission.  Instead of merely fusing idiomatic slants, we endeavored to generate imaginative power by categorically splitting music and cinematic idioms.


As I have stated, as well as having been a Funk maven and admirer of Clintonian P-Funk growing up in the seventies, I had the pleasure of working with and learning from George Clinton in the studio.  During my pure civilian spectator days…uh, do not attempt to adjust your ready-o, there is nothing wrong.  We have taken control as to bring you this special show… MAKE MY FUNK THE P-FUNK.

Chapter 11: Enter Mission: D.E.A. Dass in

"…Didn't Know He was Carrion"

And yet again, we arrive at another SIDzCarbonatedMilk™ test song.  This one came about as a result of my auditioning a few Native Instruments® plug-ins that are very rarely implemented by me.           …namely:  Intakt™ and Reaktor™.  This stylized "60's action soundtrack" tribute-groove started with a thin squeaky guitar construction set and drum loops played from the former.

"Enter Mission—D.E.A. Dass in ‘…Carrion’” has long been one of my favorite orphan song puppies—yelping desperately at prospects as they stroll by…its figurative wet nose pressed against the cold glass of the pet store front display window…

wanting only a permanent loving play-list-home. [sigh…they’re just so cute at that age.]

Chapter 10: How Long Is Wrong?

The record of the recording of this record plays like a broken record.  Again, there I was, just minding my own business (shepherding plug-ins).  We wuz just fooling around, y’know?  One thing led to another; and here I find myself fettered with the responsibility of raising yet another brainchild. …another mouth-ed idea to feed yaz.

Earlier this year, I had added another UAD-2 card to Lake Gennesaret [<Luke5><] Studio PS—our SCM/Entejé home-lab.  For my purchase, I received a coupon for $500 to add any UAD plug-in.  There among the only offerings available not already in my possession were the Moog™ filter and their SSL™ emulations.  I run a dual platform DAW system in my studio; and while I had the Moog™ and SSL™ in forms of the Arturia™ Minimoog V® and Waves™’ SSL® Collection on my Intel Extreme PC respectively, it was nice to add these functions to the Mac UAD-ively.

Chapter 9: Can I Fly Away with You?

This song starts with a smooth soft-touch Jazz guitar line that [you guessed it…probably] was one of those plug-in test patterns—to which faithful readers of the "…Mμne-Pi" blog must be well-accustomed by now.  What distinguishes this particular plug-in is that it was a freebie [I say was because, though the guitar pattern began with freeware, I bolstered it with a Vir2® "Guitar Legends"® acoustic guitar and I believe it was an NI Kontackt® 3 guitar sound along with it]…IK's Sampletank®-I demo.  I now own the “real” non-demo plug-in.

Chapter 8b: (When Love Has) Gotcha

Among memories of living times with my father, etched indelibly on my mind is one of my father commenting favorably on my college band [Ebony Specktrum]'s style. He told me that he could envision our sound someday being known as the Delta Sound. It's doubtless that he meant that highly complimentary; but to my shame, back then there was nothing about the Mississippi Delta with which I wished to be associated.


I grew up on a culturally cosmopolitan island known to its inhabitants as Valley State—literally in the middle of a cotton patch. Outside our collegiate borders—wherein seemingly every Mr. or Mrs. I addressed owned a graduate degree (many of those doctorates, who would be addressed as "Dr.")—most of the basic aboriginal element with whom I had my dealings were imaginatively restricted within the generational bounds of their limited expectations. Other than athletics—where successes blooms sufficient enough in occurrence to be a legitimate hope, anyone spouting any other so-lofty expectations was certifiably SIDney.


Fast-forward eight years…