Josh Mossotti

Indeed the sunlight will win. As usual the title wasn’t the premise of this track from the onset . Though, as the course of this piece progressed, it began to take on a bright almost holy tone. Rather than dig up an obscure piece of relative theology I went with something a bit more earthly and prevalent to our current time. And since there are no lyrics the name does little if only giving me a reference for a piece of work. I get flustered sometimes when it comes time to save an item on your computer, there’s really a lot of pressure… I don’t know what it is or what to call it !! Back off already machine … Let me think. Once again, I have gotten terribly off topic. I apologize and won’t waste anymore of your precious time. This is ‘The Sunlight Will Win’ .

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If I were to tell you the tale of lost hope it would surely describe the nature of this godforsaken track. I spent several weeks building this piece only to find I was left with all edge puzzle pieces. Additionally I was sorting through pieces that comprised of multiple products. It was frustrating to pick a horse and in essence kill the others. I stepped back for a few weeks and took into a couple of other projects while I sorted the mess mentally to discover what I was trying to say. I finally returned, determined to deliver the soul of the track in its best light. I ended up with fruitdropsmashrot.

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I have been at this craft for a little bit now and in addition to the amount of work posted on this site lies a plethora of early tracks that I produced with mixed success. Success being an operative word of self administered acceptance that I was able to create what I wanted under the current applicable skill set. Man, that last sentence was a long blast of meaningless hot-air. I could have bluntly put my early work was more a series of constructed odd noises than a cohesive song. Inside that mess of abstract sounds there were some gems. I have always kept in my mind that I might revisit some of these as I further my audio competency and try to appease the original expression. That day has come for this track ‘The One Bird Left Singing’. My oldest and one of in not my closest friend Matt Bertke asked when I would be finally coming around to posting ‘The One Bird Left Singing’. I had not listened to it for some time. I did so per his request a couple of weeks ago and decided to give is a once over shine job and post it up here for you all to hear.

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We meet again old friend. A new day, a new track and its rolling emotional cadence. I seem to have hit a stride stringing piano quips, lead guitars and undulating airy pads with deep brooding basslines. Surely this is a self proclaimed ’stride’ and what your ears hear and my mind perceives can be vastly different, but alas this is my ship to captain and you are welcome to board or stand waiving from the pier as I/we voyage through this tempest of a track. I described in a previous post that as much the music stands on its own merit, it is more to me a vehicle of timely expression. If this were the psychiatrist’s couch I would embody this piece to “the blackbirds opened a hole to the attic and all night and day an endless flapping and crashing.” If you do not frequent this site you may look at the previous post of ‘ Dead Letters ‘ by the grotesquely modest poet Travis Mossotti. As nepotistic as it might seem I believe he says what I am unable to verbally as I visualize and set to music that of which our shared muse delivers. Whichever way it comes, it comes… and I think I am enjoying myself; I’m a wreck but whatelse is new.

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I suppose it was only a matter of time before I’d have to give these vocals a test drive. I have a new respect for both songwriters and vocal recording artists. It was certainly a great challenge for me and a great feat having completed this with the message intact. I will not go so far as to say I have the vocals chops of a professional, but for my need vs resources I stand behind my work. They came through for exactly what was needed in this track. I will say that one of the greatest lessons I have learned is simply that of getting comfortable staring down the barrel of the mic and delivering the goods. I have owned my mic and setup for quite a while and the fixture sat unused towering above with all the use of a decorative plant. Slowly sticking one tow in the water at a time to gauge the temperature until I finally decided the easiest way to warm up to the whole of it, is to just dive right in. So here we are.

For the lyrics and meaning behind this track, especially Christians, please to not be offended. It is not meant to be blasphemous or against their beliefs. And quite honestly if you are offended, your views might be too narrow for my site and my work anyways. The exit is that glaring red ‘X’ at the top right of the screen. For the rest of you please enjoy ‘The Big Top’.

As usual I have heisted the title from Kerry James Evans, a friend and colleague of my brother and a fantastic poet. I am truly not that sorry. I was mulling through one his poems ‘Monopoly’ and just up and theived a line as if it were my own. His work is really something else and helped me to find the message I was looking for in this track.  Although I must say, I don’t think the track captured to intensity I was looking for in the adaptation of the line ‘I am the cannon of war’ and I really have disliked the end product of my track until recently. Ohh the torment !! I believe its only fair for me to put aside my own grudges and allow for you to decide for yourself how greatly I dropped the ball. For that I am sorry, I will do my best in the future not to dissappoint.

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I hate to write about and publish this track here without letting it run its full course on an interpersonal level. I just finished this track yesterday. The ones and zeros have not had a chance to set and cool.  Immediately after I produce a piece of work I am, well blindly appreciative. I have this conversation with my brother quite often. We refer to it as the ‘drunk’ phase of creativity. Your level of real objective criticism is uninhibited because you are so enamoured with the piece you are dulled to see its flaws. I suppose this is a long winded pre-excuse, and a reservation to make changes at any time I damn well please…

Subjectively speaking if this track does not move you, I’d be hard pressed to find your pulse. Seek medical attention immediately.

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Goodbye to the Poetry of Calcium

Dark cypresses-
The world is uneasily happy:
It will all be forgotten.
-Theodor Storm

Mother of roots, you have not seeded
The tall ashes of loneliness
For me. Therefore,
Now I go.
If I knew the name,
Your name, all trellises of vineyards and old fire
Would quicken to shake terribly my
Earth, mother of spiralling searches, terrible
Fable of calcium, girl. I crept this afternoon
In weeds once more,
Casual, daydreaming you might not strike
Me down. Mother of window sills and journeys,
Hallower of scratching hands,
The sight of my blind man makes me want to weep.
Tiller of waves or whatever, woman or man,
Mother of roots or father of diamonds,
Look: I am nothing.
I do not even have ashes to rub into my eyes.

-James Wright

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‘The Facts Concerning the Recent Carnival of Crime in Connecticut’ is certainly a mouthful, but also one of my personal favorite stories of Mark Twain, and any other author for that matter. The story describes his  characters’ contemptuous relationship with his own conscience. His conscience, played eloquently by a dwarf of a man and who size is directly related to the conviction of the character, immediately turns a normal quiet day filled with tobacco smoke and self gratifiying deeds into an all out introspective battle of the wills. Equipped with Twain’s natural humor and the hilarity of his absolute disdain for the job of the conscience, he’s set out to destroy that which most have taken as a virtue, but as depicted in this story I might deal the same fate for my own.

Though the track does not play out in the fashion and arc as the tale was written, I often ’steal’ from inspirations that push me further into my own works. Many aspects of this track would be fit for the ears of a man without a conscience.

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I’ve decided to lead off my music entries with a relatively new track. I generally have not incorporated vocal elements into my work, but this one just felt right.

There are a couple things I feel compelled to add considering this is my first musical addition here. First off I have way more to learn about all aspects of music than I currently know, so I bring this to your ears with a deal of humility. Second, I have not really dedicated my work to a set genre, I normally ‘jam’ as it were in a particular direction until I have courted my muse to assist me in the work of it.

As for the intention of the vocals in this track, I think it is a tall order for people to be ‘able’ to consider the full spectrum of their relationship to life, to God or their religion. There are so many aspects of time, space and being, where no matter what religion, faith or scientific understanding… It all comes up short. We can only study and insight what we can touch, taste, smell, hear or see. With the current hadicaps in place, it would seem fit that we are only ‘able’ to fathom so deep into understanding. The rest is faith that we are simply not supposed to understand it all.

Now, I know what you’re thinking. Dang it man … that’s deep. I’m really not that serious of a person and rather than dwell on such things all of the time I enjoy living in the moment and good humor. I am a lighthearted person and will compensate with further works of how cute puppy dogs are…

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