III.
DAY 2
Listening to first section of ‘Honey From the Hive’
Luke and Bimpe were the only early risers, and Luke set about writing the chords for a dream pop song, an idea we returned to later in the day. After a lovely cooked breakfast from Bimpe.
Luke recorded a bassline for a second section to the song that would become, ‘Honey From the
Hive’.
The Lads enjoying some Brekkie
Vlad and Luke then left to go on a walk around the local area, taking a Tascam recorder with
them. They captured a wide variety of sounds, including swooshing branches, clanging gates, and the thumping of a huge plastic pole, the latter of which would come in handy the next day as a kick.
Vlad came up with a masterpiece known as ‘Where’s the Duck’
Vlad came up with a masterpiece known as ‘Where’s the Duck’
...the opening lines of which were used for the dream pop song. Meanwhile, Fabian, James and
Bimpe took the bassline and turned it into a chorus. They wrote a few lines that are both religious in nature, and also pertaining to the ‘horror’ vibes of the song, with the last line
becoming the title of the song.
Running sound which leads up to the chorus
Vlad adding synths with the Maschine
"Will you survive?
Spiritual reaping tonight
Is it alive?
Taking honey from the hive"
Fabian programming drums
Once Vlad and Luke returned, we tried to work on a new song. It was a struggle, however, and it went nowhere. Frustrated and anxious, we all sat down in silence around the speakers. James turned off the lights, and played Sophie’s ambient piece ‘Pretending’, which was a cathartic experience for everyone. After dinner, we tried jamming again, but began arguing about musical direction instead. Nothing was working, and nothing sounded right. Finally, Luke brought up his chords from the morning, and with this, the musical floodgates opened again. With James, Bimpe and Vlad all contributing melodies, the dream pop song began to take shape, bolstered with drum programming, synths, bass, and extra guitars.
Defeated by the day, we were led outside by the sound of fireworks. The Airbnb owners had decided to invite the whole town for fireworks because it was… Sunday? We stared at the beautiful explosions, and took some recordings hoping to use them. The day was over, and unbeknownst to them, tomorrow was going to be a better one.