2026/09/22

Music will be safe for now

 This is not going to be a traditional book report. In that sense I will go over the book a little bit, and maybe why you should read it, but instead, and surprisingly, this book reaffirmed my belief that in the long run, human made music will still be around for thousands of years, and we will always have musicians who excel at their craft, along with amazing songwriters, performers, producers, and engineers.

This is assuming of course:

  • That AI does not kill us in the next decade or so.

  • The we further reduce music as only a commodity, and push it away from being art, and just something to be consumed.

That last one is a bit much, and I will dig in more, but first to the overwhelming sense of relief I have after reading this book: Guerrilla Film Scoring: Practical Advice from Hollywood Composers.

For the straight ahead book report, this was a much better introductory book into film scoring than any other I have read so far. It really touches on each area of the process at least a little bit, and puts it in the perspective of a small independent composer and producer. There are not technical discussions of each job, and I would hesitate to really call this a reference book. This is the book that will explain a lot of the language you see in many other places. This is the book that will start to help you put the puzzle together.

Another aspect of this book that was perfect, was the sense of perspective. Guerrilla Film Scoring really is about low budget composing and low budget films. It really makes sure you realize, you the reader, that you probably are not going to start on huge budget films right out of the gate, and that you should have a basic grasp of a lot of things. You need this basic grasp, because you will most likely be doing this and many other jobs at one point in the future, if you embark on this career.

Again, this is a book that has a lot of comments and suggestions from living working composers and game sound designers sprinkled through out this book. This one tends to dole them out in little snippets depending on the subject they are discussing in that particular chapter. I perfectly recommend this book as the one parents buy their kid who might be interested. This is a great start for anyone.

Now, how this book restored my belief in music. In particular it was during the ‘studio recording’ chapter of this book, and it was meant to show and illustrate the differences that you would/ will encounter in the studio. The differences in instruments, the differences in humans, in spaces, etc. It is this exact set of statements that did it for me. It is the thing that a machine can never truly reproduce.

Early synthesizers built sound from raw oscillators, producing tones that sounded flat, sterile, and undeniably synthetic. The very early one’s were monophonic (meaning 1 note at a time), harsh, and sounding very far from the resonance of a real instrument. Decades of refinement in analog circuitry, FM synthesis, wavetable, and physical-modeling slowly and gradually softened the edges on these sounds, but it was the arrival of sample-based synthesis that truly bridged the gap.

Sample synthesis is the capturing (recording) of live instruments and then replaying them as instruments themselves from a keyboard, computer, or other MIDI device. Hans Zimmer has been a huge proponent of this his whole career. Composers, and sound designers could finally reproduce the micro dynamics, variations, and other idiosyncrasies that no waveform from math could replicate.

Even the most realistic patch still demands far more from the producer than simply pressing or programming a note. A producer must put the sound through filters, envelopes, modulation, and other controllers, so much so that, making a synth sound as much like a live instrument takes as much dedication and practice as the act of mastering a live instrument itself. I am not making this as a slight against computer only producers. Truly good one’s are as much a master of an instrument as a cellist, flautist, drummer, etc.

Now, back to our point. Back to this ‘saving of music’ part of this piece. It was this book that once again got me thinking of how many things are involved in the making of music, that are not the note. How a cellist vibrates a note, how and what finger they use. There are so many things each individual player does that are different from every other player of the same instrument, that it is ultimately unique. It is these tiny differences all added together, that gives an orchestra its sound and power.

When I was in music school, I took guitar lessons on the bass from a gentleman named Frank Dawson. Frank Dawson worked with many musicians and bands over the years, including: Marshall Vente’s Project 9+, Sonny Stitt, Peggy Lee, Tony Bennett, and many others. To me though, he was always Mr. Dawson. Frank Dawson is the person who taught me how all of these idiosyncrasies turn into a signature sound that people know. Not directly at all though. And it took another 20+ years.

When I was in school, one of the groups I played in that Mr. Dawson taught was the Jazz Guitar Ensemble. The idea being 5 guitar players, plus a rhythm section. The guitar players would play like saxophone section in a big band using super-sax voicing. At least that is what Frank called it. I was playing bass guitar, but still reading the bottom rung of the sax section in treble clef. I was the baritone sax if you will.

Every once and awhile we would get Frank on a tangent, but those tangents were still always about music. We would get to talking about tunes, and players, and Frank had this uncanny ability to play anyone. I mean he could sound like anyone. (At least as far as we could tell at the time.) We would be playing through a set of changes, and he would just call out; “Now Sunny Rollins would play it like this”. Boom. Sonny Rollins. “Bird would have said it this way”. Boom. Charlie Parker. This could go on for hours. It wasn’t just jazz players though, he would throw in Steve Vai, Eric Johnson, I mean, you name it. “How Yngwie Malmsteen say it” was always one of my favorites. Not because I was a fan of Yngwie, but it was cool as hell to see this 70 year old guitar master just shred in ANY style.

At the time, I always thought that it was the phrasing, notes, etc. that would make it sound like that person. At the time I never thought it through that it was Sonny Rollins, but it was Sonny Rollins on guitar. Not Sonny Rollins on his native instrument. The one he played on Williamsburg Bridge bridge for a few years, before his comeback with Jim Hall.

It is the notes, and the sax sure, but also his embouchure. How he holds the sax. How he breaths through it. with it. How the notes move one type of quickness from one section to the next. And then the notes themselves. How loud did he play it? Did he blur it into the next one? Was the note hard attack at first, and filter off, or was it swelling into something? Did he play 1, 2 or 3 notes? Were they the same length? Did he take a break in between the notes? We could go on I’m sure, but hopefully the point has been made.

There are so many tiny little idiosyncratic things that a human can do and understand about an instrument, be they real or virtual, that a machine will never truly replicate. I mean, it can mathematically replicate the notes and volumes, but the touch, feel, and sensitivity will never be recreated. There is only one Yo Yo Ma. Literally in the physical sense and in the aural space as well. There will only ever be one as well. No one will ever sound like him again in this world.

This is why music will survive the AI slop-acolypse we are experiencing this decade currently. True appreciation of music will always be a human event with real human responses, to real human emotion expressed by a real human at a particular point in time. This is what makes music a human event, a human activity forever.

Stay Safe Everyone!

2026/09/18

Portfolio :: Cyberpunk Demo

Channeling Vangelis for a Blade Runner-Inspired Soundtrack

Building my film score demo reel; one genre at a time.

This one's cyberpunk.

When I first opened this project, it was labeled "Cyberhuman." One word, and I was instantly in Blade Runner territory. That means only one thing: Vangelis. Lush analog synths, that slow cinematic wash of sound — it's a sound I've always wanted an excuse to chase.

So that's what this is: me channeling my inner Vangelis and finally putting some of the vintage synth gear I've collected over the years to real use.

Credit where it's due:

This piece is based on a template from Marika Schanz's film scoring series, a great resource if you're building your own composer portfolio.
🔗 https://www.marikaschanz.com/

🔗 https://1bluebass.com/studio

2026/09/11

Portfolio :: Western Wasteland

A foray into a wasteland of sound and space, somewhere between Ludwig Göransson and Ennio Morricone.  Göransson has scored many of Ryan Coogler's films, Tenet and Odyssey for Christopher Nolan, and all the Mandalorian we've seen on TV and the big screen. Morricone needs less introduction — most Americans know him from the spaghetti westerns, especially The Good, the Bad and the Ugly.

I've loved the music in The Mandalorian, that western-ish openness.  You can almost hear the air of the desert in it, and that's exactly what I tried to capture here.  The strummed dulcimer's jangly sound pulls straight from Morricone and the westerns he scored in the '50s and '60s.

This piece is gentler and less jarring than those old scores, there's no drama or conflict yet to jar you with. Just the air.

Instrumentation: Clarinet, Recorder, PVC Digeridoo, Strummed Dulcimer, Piano & Melodica

(Working title was "Dulcimer Jam" — I'm terrible at naming things on the spot when I'm not yet invested in a piece. But you have to name it to save it.)

The visuals are AI-generated (Gemini) — barren wastelands on a foreign planet, echoing the Göransson side of this; the jangly dulcimer is all Morricone.

This track is part of my portfolio reel.

🎬 Studio: https://1bluebass.com/studio

The Wasteland



2026/09/03

I Paid My Neighbor in a Zucchini

This post is about a zucchini, a broken microphone, and why I think the outrage cycle is the most effective inertia machine ever built.

Today in Chicago it was Kanye and the ADL. Next week it’ll be someone else. I’m not interested in relitigating who’s right, I’m interested in what all this click-bait, rage-bait do to us. They’re built to make you pick a side, get outraged, share it, and feel like you did something. You didn’t. You just spent twenty minutes of your one life on a distraction engineered to be forgotten by Friday.

These cultural distractions are all just “Us and Them“ as Pink Floyd put it. That’s the whole business model. Not truth. Not resolution. Just enough friction to keep you scrolling, because scrolling is where the money is. None of that moved a single real thing in my life. What did move something was a zucchini.

This year I have had the uncanny ability for growing zucchini. A foot-long zucchini is a small zucchini for me this year. Also this summer, while I was building out my studio, one of the shock mounts for my favorite microphone broke. The piece that broke was maybe fifty cents of hardware, but you would not find it on a shelf, because it is custom to the mount. Without it, my favorite microphone was just a cool looking paperweight. Queue taps on the bugle, please. My wife, who has never met a stranger, found out our neighbor Joe was a welder. I walked over on a Tuesday. He wiped down his bench, made the part by hand, and handed my shock mount back to me like it was nothing.

I paid him in a zucchini.

Not because I couldn’t afford real payment, instead because it was what the moment called for, and he took it like it was exactly the right currency. No Questions. No invoice. No system. No middleman taking a cut. Just two guys who wave at each other now. That’s the whole counter-argument to the outrage machine, right there. It didn’t ask me to pick a side. It just needed a neighbor and a Tuesday afternoon.

These distractions allow us to create the inertia that keeps us on the couch.

If someone in your life has ever fixed something of yours and refused to take real payment for it, send them this and tell them you still owe them a zucchini.

2026/08/19

Why I’m Scoring a Lego Movie at 50

 I continue to experience all sorts of technological hurdles with Ableton and Time code/synch. At the same time, my understanding of Native Instruments Kontakt has been growing at exponential rates. This has been good so far, but it very much feels like I am doing IT work again. This sort is the help desk kind where you struggle to find the root of the problem, while somehow it works one day, but not the other. This is my setup right now. Held together with a lot of duct tape and coat hangers.

While many technological errors are totally unforeseen, and you certainly can’t plan for things, this very much made me insular for a time again, and it was hard to open Ableton each day, just to keep my own personal commitment. I kept at it though, much like I used to with the 9 to 5. but I certainly did not feel progress. This continued me to me being more insular, and the downward spiral begins.

This got me thinking, what was stopping me. Or better said, what was preventing me from attacking each morning with enthusiasm that I was doing something I loved. After a period of time, one word sprang to mind.

Inertia

To quote Google :

“Inertia is the natural tendency of objects in motion to stay in motion and objects at rest to stay at rest, unless a force causes its velocity to change. It is one of the fundamental principles in classical physics, and is described by Isaac Newton in his first law of motion.”

For me, I am talking about the 2nd one.

Bodies at rest tend to stay at rest, unless a force is acted upon them.

When I was a kid, like many of us, I was told I could be anything I wanted to be. For me since about the middle of high school had always been music. Music was it. It made sense. The fact that it makes sense to me is still mind boggling, but that is another post for another day.

I practiced dutifully everyday. Survived high school while learning theory & history, along with a few other instruments including bass guitar. I did not actually buy a bass until my second year at Indiana. I did not meet Penelope — the bass I still play today, over 20 years later — until my mid-twenties. It was also during high school that my first introduction to multi-track recording, MIDI, and synthesis as well. The original ‘duct tape’ studio was:

  1. An Apple IIe with their Basic 8 channel MIDI program

  2. A Yamaha DX 7

  3. An older Roland DDD-1 Drum Machine

  4. A Fostex 4 track tape machine

This culminated in a medley of “Phantom of the Opera” with a few Music Honors Students, the full student choir, multiple music directors, and 1 or 2 live instrumentalists, but memory is foggy on that part honestly. Dean Nagy was kind to say, it reminded him of seeing it originally on Broadway. In truth it was probably not close at all, but as usual with my work it was earnest.

Even when I managed to get into Indiana, which is a pretty decent music school, my family was always very much “safe degree”, so you can get a “safe job”. It was mentioned often, certainly not directly, but in passing ways, such as;; “How will you pay your bills playing music?”, “You know you will never be a rock star”,, “Music is hard, are you sure you want to do that?” [edit: Sorry, this is not meant to be a ‘my family sucks post’]. This lead to me changing majors to English, so much for safe, but they thought I would be a teacher, so they shut up.

It is not just our families though. We here it day in and day out in comments when we share with others. The snide jokes. the off hand comments. This works its way into you after some time. It creates a virtual weight as well. This weight keeps us in this state of rest. It prevents us from taking up martial arts, from learning to paint, trying new foods, to sometimes even just putting down the game controller.

We give it a voice in our head; “I can’t do ……” or “I can’t be ……”. We make excuses as well; “It’s hard”, “People will laugh”,, “There are already so many others doing this.”, worse, we say out loud “I can’t” This gets worse when you are a parent, because while you are telling your kids to be what they want, you are announcing to the world, that this s something you won’t/ can’t/ etc do. Kids listen to the things you expect the least sometimes.

This is the all a part of the Inertia I am trying to share. The self imposed quicksand of doubt that we throw ourselves into. This has been the inertia that I struggle to overcome with everyday. This was the Inertia, that I may have finally recognized, and finally gotten angry enough at it, that I have applied force.

I have been working on my film score demo reel, and learning as much as I can as fast as I can about the Industry. There is still a mountain of books, and 3 courses waiting for me to complete as well, but for me life experience has always been the toughest teacher, so….

the movie industry, films, theater, and all of it take a long time to produce and make and everything, so to channel my creative energy in a forward direction, I am creating my own film to score with my youngest daughter. It will involve a lot of legos, and the quality of the movie I am sure will be a solid C at best, but it should be an honest 20 or so minutes (I hope) of film, that needs a real score, and allows me to develop themes and honest melodies.

While it has only been 4 to 5 honest days of work on the film at this point, I am wildly at work, and Inertia seems to be held at bay.

For some reason I know that I will find my path as long as I keep going with “Penelope”. Things have always made more sense with her, than without. When I make sure to work with her first thing in the morning, the remainder of the day could be shit, but I still feel a sense of accomplishment. Even on those days I described at the beginning of the post with non stop technological hurdles.

I want all of us to find their “Penelope”.

P.S. The name wasn't a deliberate reference to The Odyssey, but there still seems to be a psychic connection between me, the bass, and the tale of Odysseus.