
The
year that was, and a present
23.Dec.2011 - It's that time
again to take stock. At year's
end I'm pleased to report
zero system defects here at Blue
Flux Central. But 2011 sure had its
fair share of stampeding madness,
headless panic and last minute
resolutions. Most of these were
connected to our Shooting
Star launch. Par for the
course though, and - with hindsight
- gladly suffered for the joy of
feeling the steady heartbeat of a
new album.
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Other fruits from
moderately hard labour were our new
videos ('my
twisted life at the screen of
green'), this new website layout,
and Blue Flux's overdue touchdown on
Twitter
(surprisingly fun) and SoundCloud
(ace interface). The final big push
this year was to upgrade our studio
(Sonar X1, in case you care) and
then regain the confidence to create
new & better music. As I type
this the first half-finished new
song awaits my eager return to the
studio, so it seems all's well that
ends well.
It being the season of giving, I've
added a new Shooting
Star track to
the free download section: Picsty
(p.a.). Enjoy, and have a whopping
good New Year.
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No rest for the wicked
18.Nov.2011
- with Shooting Star now in boundless orbit, we've
started preps for our next album. In part this
involves a long overdue studio upgrade. Not long
ago large heavy boxes miraculously appeared at our
door, soon unpacked and plugged into place. Now
the head-scratching period is in full swing as we
familiarise ourselves with all the new tools. Who
knows where they'll take us. But there sure is a
shitload of music in there, someplace.
That
sinking
feeling, and a song to go with it
26.Sept.2011 - Just
when I thought a good French breakfast can
make my day, everyday ... I took to the
skies on a paraglider. Things you do when
in France. Had a great time though, and
the views where breathtaking in every
sense of the word.
Also recorded a chilled little track the
day after, out of relief perhaps? Find it
here.
Bare bones stuff, recorded in the kitchen.
If you listen closely you can almost hear
the cowbells from the field across.
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