(click image to go to song)
So a few months back I ran a contest that was based around a monologue I wrote and acted out myself.
I was writing my own submission for my own contest but it got delay and delayed and by the time I finished just a rough draft I realized it needed drums but I didn't have any proper drums for it, so...I asked the help of KVR user, Gamma-UT.
After long trials and tribulations and hours, days, weeks, and months of mastering, the long awaited track is done, and is now part of my project called "Compass North" - which is centered around music that is more jazzy and more non-electronic instruments - though some synths and pads are still used. It is not techno or any type of Electronic, which is very different for me.
http://soundcloud.com/ntommusic/sets/co ... -movement/
As an added bonus to everyone, I have a link here where I compiled - very very quickly - all 4 submissions to the contest into a 4 minute mix.
http://soundcloud.com/flytecast/cigaret ... ubmissions
lastly, you can listen to the original monologue that inspired it all here:
http://www.fature.net/tracks/ntom_Cigarette.mp3
and for "lyrics"
I saw her
She left, that is what she did.
She took it with her too. All that I could ask for was taken.
She walked up the stairs and entered the plane with it's propellers spinning.
And down the runway it went.
It was black and white as the rain fell. All I could do was smoke my cigarette and watch
as she left me behind. She left it all behind. She let it fade.
Years later she called
"Tom" she said weeping through the phone, "They took it from me"
I gave her a moment to cry. But without saying good bye, I hung up. I drifted back into the
shadows and took a puff of my cigarette. The only light that lit up this cold dark room.
I felt anger now. There was a hole inside me that could not be fullfilled. I lit a cigarette, and poured a glass of scotch. The wife looked at me scared, but she felt she was at fault for what I do to her.
I was happy when the cops came and took me away. My wife was not the one to blame for my anguish. That woman from years ago tore out what held me together, and I was no longer fit for society.
I popped a cigarette out of the package. Whos to blame for my anger but myself, I said. Then I lit the cigarette and sucked the burning ash in.
Seriously...after the the 1 vote that says I should work on production before anything else made me worry that the song really isn't that good at all. (The other vote was mine)