I put the main parts together very quickly, and in the early phases things felt good – the basic sound was ok, and there was a decent feeling in the groove. The track started with a simple idea, loosely informed by something I’d heard recently. Week 31 was quite a journey, and a good deal of it was painful, so I wanted to write about it a little. You can here more of Michael’s work over on Bandcamp. But I do hope something of my own flavour – which if you’ve been following along all these weeks you my know something about! – does shine through.Īnd in any case, it’s often a good thing to work with different styles of music, if for no other reason than that it tells you about what you really do adore. I would say that much of the essence of this track remains with Michael, so in this respect it’s a faithful remix that doesn’t deviate too much from the original. So: when I was given the opportunity to remix this piece, I took out some of the guitar parts and replaced them with the sounds of purer synths. Synthwave itself is probably a tad too poppy for my production tastes. I do, actually, like some of the early aspects of the synth sounds in synthwave, and I especially love working with early synths. Synthwave – not my favourite genre of electronic music but I enjoy it now and then.
The track cuts short before it reaches its natural end. The track is 71 seconds – one second for each year of Mum’s life.
The sound of the claxon resonates every time I catch the ferry over to the magic Island. The 5 solitary bass notes take the form of foghorn blasts, like ships in the sea – one for each member of the family.Īs you’ll have seen from the site, Mum, Dad, me and the rest of my family spend a lot of time (although not enough) around the sea and in particular on the Scottish Island of Tiree. Latterly, when I wasn’t making music I was often spending time with Mum, like this. The photo above, and the one below, are only a few years apart.įor all the time I’ve been working on the music you find on this website, Mum had been reaching her terminal days.