I think I have a primal fascination happening with human voices. Strange singing voices, low voiced women, high voiced men, funny accents-- they OWN me. Cut-up vocals and manipulated stuttering get me so delighted that I don't know how to react, so rather than bursting into tears and entering a sensory fugue state, I tend to get the giggles and make involuntary spirit fingers. So if you see me ...
I think I have a primal fascination happening with human voices. Strange singing voices, low voiced women, high voiced men, funny accents-- they OWN me. Cut-up vocals and manipulated stuttering get me so delighted that I don't know how to react, so rather than bursting into tears and entering a sensory fugue state, I tend to get the giggles and make involuntary spirit fingers. So if you see me ...
This orchestra may have included a very happy ziploc bag, a broken hiphop robot, and sprinkles... lot's of them. This track is still one of my favorites, and it always sets the mood for me before I embark on an evening of pleasure. The entire album reminds me of just how vital clever sampling is to my ears. Everybody, everybody, everybody...