Hey Frank,
It’s Rafael.
Listen, I’m up 50 percent on the track ! 😛
This means the basses, drums, guitars and most of keyboards/fx are done, mixed and mastered.
I entering the voice samples soon : have been lately splicing Linda’s voice into separate words out of your 08 campain positions on the issues you debated for presidential elections ; I’ll be using a trigger finger to put some rythm into some passages 🙂
Never the less, and although it will be solely different from my old piece in the sens that phrases will be almost completely turned upside down, I thought of introducing some radio samples I got refering to the past century’s greatest scandals, political speeches, events, personalities and so on.
In some journalistic way, and this is what “L’idéaliste” is about finally, could you tell what where your’s ?
I mean, which greatest speeches have you heard since the mid 50’s or have you heard dating since 1890 ? What scandals have you heard of you fought for justice against ? What personalities gave you a string impression ? What major catastrophic event can you recall from conscience up to now ?
I’d be glad to hear about you on this Frank, remember, I don’t wan’t to build a statue of gold, but to compose a audio “painting” of your political side, starting when it started for you, as a river streaming through time 🙂
Glad to see your fully active again 🙂
Rafael
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My personal roots are in the idealism of the 60’s. That was when I broke out of personal physical isolation. I looked for a way to bring about the ideals for me and for society as a whole. The normal channels obviously would not work for me.
So all I had were my fantasies. I read novels like The Magus and Steppenwolf. I started wanting to create other alternative/altered realities just like the magicians in those novels. I read the Beat writers and the French Surrealists, Lenny Bruce and Mort Sahl and Abbie Hofmann, listened to Dylan, watched the hippie movement grow. I wished I could be a hip artist living in San Francisco instead of being stuck outside San Bernardino reading, listening, watching, waiting. All of this brewed inside of me.
In Freedom,
Frank Moore
