the grid

i’ve been trying to make a sample/loop of this incredible Ethiopian pop song from the 1970s for the past 6 hours. and not getting anywhere. the thing is, i can’t tell if i am behind the beat or ahead of the beat. i can’t seem to get in between the beat, and maybe that’s what I need.

the beat is eluding me, yet i am completely mesmerized, transfixed even. but this time thing is so beyond me.  i get so close to it, but then am suddenly way way off.

that’s the problem when you do everything by feel, with no sense of mathematics.

i do have a sense that the original undigitized musicians were not really thinking mathematically. nor were they stuck on a grid. as i often am when i am trying to find patterns. rhythmic patterns. melodic patterns. color patterns. geometrical patterns. behavioral patterns. psychological patterns. my grid doesn’t know how to adapt to any possibility. it is still learning.

About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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