a cowboy kabuki motel apocalypse number. watching the end of the world through the dusty blinds. trying to find peace & acceptance as the meteors crash closer and closer, enjoying what’s left through bright flashes & shockwaves.
i am in LA rn and the sense of impending doom (earthquakes, fires, atmospheric rivers, etc.) out here is reeaal. it’s all here, in a weird overwhelming way. also like, access to everything, every bad choice. an entire city that has had too much birthday cake. and yet is still serving cake.
being out here (& considering moving here) has made me reflect a lot on my consumption habits, which the pandemmy worsened. have i had enough birthday cake yet? where does it end? what does enough look like? should i do it because i finally have the ability to, even though i know it will hurt me in the long run? so anyways this is a reflection on that.
Looking for feedback on
been trying to work on my mixing, specifically vocal mixing — ppl tell my i mix my vocals too low. also open to other ideas on mixing & things i can do to make this feel more like a real song. all my songs feel like demos, which is partially a studio limitation (traveling w little gear rn) but there must be ways i can polish things up or record things better idk, open to ideas