Yeah, not really happening

OK, so "album in a month" may have to be re-designated to "EP in a month" or, more likely, "one frickin' song in a month".

Fourteen tracks ain't gonna' happen at my current work rate which stands at one four-bar riff in four days.

Therefore my revised objective for the month of February is to simply write a new track, maybe two if I get on a roll. All things considered, I want to produce some quality rather than quantity.

I suspect that all these produce-something-in-a-month challenges simply aren't the kind of motivation I need, and that successfully completing National Novel Writing Month in 2005 was a fluke. Any substantial piece of work produced in such a short space of time is not going to be of the best quality and I don't feel inclined in expending so much energy on something that will basically need to be completely redone from scratch in order to make it any good.

No, I want to concentrate on producing one or two good pieces of music this month rather than fourteen tracks of shite.

Stalled

Okay, February 1st! Let's go! Let's write an album! Let's do this thing!

Let's wonder why music software is running so slow! Let's frown at constant audio drop-out! Let's curse as sequencer crashes after opening just one plug-in!

Let's think what the frickin' problem is! Let's remember that hard drive is full of video files and it would be a rather good idea to dump them all to external drive! Let's also notice that hard drive is in desperate need of defragmenting! Let's do general computer maintenance gubbins that we probably should have done before attempting to run CPU hungry music-making applications!

Let's go make a stew while computer gets cleaned up, drink a beer and try again later!

Yeah, haven't exactly hit the ground running. Hey ho.

A foolhardy challenge

For reasons I cannot begin to fathom, I am going to try and write a fourteen track album in February.

February Album Writing Month

I have a load of sound recordings I made with my MP3 player that I haven't used yet, a few half-developed tunes knocking around my head just waiting to be written/born/farted out of my brain, and I'm going to an exhibition of Impressionist art tomorrow that will hopefully stimulate my creative muscle in a roundabout sort of way.

Fourteen tunes in twenty-eight days? Piece of piss.