I hate letting people hear my original music. I always get asked by people “Why isn’t this out?” and I always give some lame reply, talking about how I don’t like shopping stuff around, or that I am preparing a calculated attempt to get something picked up or whatever. The truth is that I was made fun of when I was 16 for doing a bad knock off of the music that the Pet Shop Boys did 10 years before. This was joyfully delivered by an overweight ex-DJ who I realize, I have never forgiven. As my heart sunk into my colon I promised myself that I would never play my music for anybody, ever again. I meant it, though later on I decided that this rule did not apply to getting into a girls pants. Frankly, girls would listen to just about anything and proclaim its worth when they was a boy attached to the cassette player. For the record, boys will say just about anything to attract the girl attached to the other end.
Love Tip for Girls: Everything a boy says before he sleeps with you is a lie, especially when he means it. When you accept this as fact and look at all the personality traits that are not directly attached to his hunting instinct, try to decide if you want the honest part of him around after you sleep with him.
Back to the topic. I get uncomfortable playing new music for people because I am too aware of the differences between what I write and what I think people hear when they listen to it. Does that make sense?
Early last year I started reading about Dubstep (late comer since day one) and what I heard did not seem any different to the dub I was listening to when I was a kid. What the press and the blogs described sounded miles better that what I was hearing, and I was getting more inspired by the words I read, rather than the music I heard.
I played some stuff for a fantastic DJ named Michael Lakeman and he wrongfully assumed that I had been listening to Burial. Late last year a local mailing list I am on lit-up in both praise and annoyance of the new Burial album and Dubstep in general. Again, all verbage that spilled out interested me greatly, but I avoided listening to the albums that were talked about, as I did not want to get my ideas tainted by what the “proper” guys were doing.
After I had given Burial a proper listen I came to two conclusions:
- Burial is the goods, and anybody who thinks otherwise can suck it.
- Burial is about as related to Dubstep as Dubstep is related to House. You might have some dubby House, but please, Burial is a dubby Two-Step artist.
Oh, I get it, If you put the words together and you make Dubstep. Is anything with echo’s dubstep? Or is it defined by a…. Who cares.
With a deep breath, here are a couple samples of what I have been working on.
Track 1. Kicked in the ribs. I was having a ton of fun recording the drums into a tape player, playing with extremes in the noise floor, and using various noise reduction techniques to achieve the sound on the drums. I was looking for that compression sound that you get when using shitty mp3 encoders, but by tweaking with the dolby 3 ways to Sunday I was able to be really happy with it.
Track 2. Without works I sampled the piano, a turn of the century Steinway that is in good condition, with the exception of some moisture that caused a few of the tines to crack. Most of the percussion is samples from the sound of a hammer hitting a dead note, ect.
Track 3. We all must sleep. This has been developing for about a year, and is in what should be its final state. Lots of Jupiter 8 in there. There were these birds that woke me up everyday, and I recreated, almost perfectly their phrasing. Nature is crazy.
-Mat

Kicked in the Ribs [2:19m]:
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Without works [2:42m]:
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We all must sleep [3:37m]:
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