Friday, October 24, 2008

My First Studio Session with Nick Chan!

I sat in the train with great anticipation, as held on tightly to my little china bag bought back in my signal trainee days in stagmont camp. As i pinched the soft fabric of my bag, i could feel what i remember placing inside. A 320 GB hard disk loaded with all my personal data; but more importantly, my entire collection of Cubase SX projects. These were the heart and soul of my music, where my little mixes were realised and came to life in the form of an mp3 after mixdown. I pondered over how amazing the thoughts of a human brain can be stored in the form of zeros and ones, even percieved sound and ideas, guitars, pianos, singing.....

I delved into an endless world of thought and wonder, until the words from the MRT PA resounded in my head. "Little India," said the all too familiar voice. "Little India." My mind jolted back to the reality, which was quite frankly, more fantastical at this point in time. I was about to meet Nick Chan at Tekka Mall Foodmore for lunch and would head to the Wall Work studios after that.

I've only seen him once in person before, and that was back at the Noise Singapore Interview. Back then, I remember our little conversation about compression on male vocals and his remark on my Noise Writeup about how Thomas Edison wasn't the discoverer of the filament; his assistant was. His distinct voice was later heard 2 times on my ancient monochrome phone; once after i heard from the Noise Organisers that I was chosen to be an apprentice, and twice the saturday before this Little India train ride. That saturday, we agreed on meeting after the first phone call but he was down with a fever, which came to my knowledge through the form of an sms. Unfortunately that day, I was mobilised by my Unit and had to rush back to camp and don my Full Battle Order, scan the card, wait for instructions....

Speaking of army life makes me rather nauseous. Back on the topic, he called me later that day and told me he could meet me later after my mobilisation. Remembering the fever, I insisted that we meet another days because I was worried about how bad was the fever, and I had that paranoia of the falling sick sensation so i always told my friends who are down with fever to get plenty of rest. We agreed to meet 30mins after I stepped out of the train into the Little India Train Station, at 1pm in the afternoon.

I was early. I walked through the bustling atmosphere of little india tekka centre, and crossed to road over to Tekka Mall. The 20 mins countdown had begun.

He appeared later at the bus stop after i phoned him. Wearing a white T-Shirt and black pants, he recognised me after a few blinks. "Probably the haircut." I thought to myself. I has a major hair cut the previous night in anticipation of a much hated regimental parade season back at camp. I waved and smiled.

He told me he had already had in mind what he wanted to get, so i headed to get a plate of chicken rice.....

"So, what kind of genre are you into?" That was the question probably about 20 mins into the lunchtime conversation. This was a question that struck me. In comparison to the work I have submitted to noise, what was constantly blaring in my ears was the "indie" kid's delight: Bloc Party, Radiohead, The Strokes, The Cribs, Joy Division, Interpol, etc. And when i switch on my own song "Square Well", it had such a John Mayer vibe to it. I recalled the Bible verse: One man cannot slave for 2 masters.

So indeed i was trapped in some kind of tug war of sorts. To play in a band or not to play in a band. To play guitar or bass. To go use synth instruments or stick to acoustic instruments. And the big question: To continue writing songs with a blues/rock/jazz/pop vibe or a Post-punk 'cool as a cat' sound.

"As you develop your ear, you must not have genre bias," Nick told me a couple of minutes later. Nick told me I was the luckiest apprentice not only because I am his one and only apprentice, but also I get to visit wall work studio almost every time and I get to learn the sound stuff in greater detail. I appreciated this fact; at the interview, I emphasized how heavily that I wanted to learn about what went on behind the studio, rather then just jam all day in a band.

As we walked to the studio, I wondered how it would be like. I recalled photos that I've seen at the muon myspace page, and listened the music there repeatedly in anticipation of nick's style. I stepped in and saw, a whole load of gear racked around, expensive gibson guitars on the stands, a mixing DAW(2 boxes of digital plugins) with 2 lcd monitors, and a live room loaded with boutique amps. It was everything I anticipated a audiophile producer would be working in, and took a deep breath in amazement. He immediately proceeded to show me he huge libary of compression plugins, and beefed a bassline to get more character. "I like to run through my signal into these vintage eq plugins and simulations," he explained. "Usually i put things all the way to zero, but somehow when the signal comes out, it is coloured and has just that extra punch. All these compressors over here come up with different results."

He proved his point to and showed me how the coloration is added. He did a phase cancel of 2 clone channels of a bass guitar line, and they obviously became silent. Then for one of the track he switched on the vintage eq with everything set to zero, and walla; the phase cancelling failed! There was some left over sound after that, and he explained that it was the coloration added. In fact i could hear a huge meat of the audio. That's really alot of coloration.

He proceed to tell me how some producers take this to the max; where most of us just do the mixdown at our computer, he met this guy who sent every channel to a real analog mixer and mixed it down on the mixers stereo out, sending it back to the computer, just to get that desired coloration. I was amazed at how much producers like nick valued the coloration of vintage compressors and eq.

Next he went into drum mixing. Using the same method, the raw snare turned from a shy poke into a huge smash after aggressive chaining of compressors and eq. "This snare sound is really shiok." He remarked. He proceeded to show what I never did before in cubase - grouping.

"Grouping is when you want to make a group of tracks pass through the same effect," he explained. "this saves you cpu power if you are going to use the same effect for a few tracks".

Then I realised he was doubling up the same tracks and tweaking them differently. There were two snares playing exactly the same thing, but he shaped it extensively. I came to find out why later.

Nick rolled of eq areas where the sound can't be heard. "inaudible sounds at the unneeded frequencies collect into mud," he explained. "Therefore you must roll of the eq portions you don't need of a certain sound." This really opened my eyes to the world of mixing, where a clean a neat signal is needed for every instrument to stand out. Much like arranging cabinets in a room, if a few pieces of paper from the cabinets fly out and left unchecked, they will accumulate into a mess. Mixing is where different sound elements are arranged to make full use of the sonic space.

He then bass rolled of the xy mic channel, and reduced the highs of the overheads. All those tweaking, i could see, was to make the parts that needed to stand out stand out.

After much of the demonstration, he loaded up my harddisk and played my mix of balloons. He tweaked around the vocals abit, and realised that my guitar part was rather muddy. He told me i should actually record straight into the mixer, not through an amp.

He also showed me how my mix was clipping because i did not run it through a limited. It was soft and yet clipping because of the dynamics. Added the limiter, there was a volume boost but the clipping was reduced.

He taught me how to double track the guitars to fatten up the tone, and at this moment i'm typing this, itching to try it out in remixing one of my own songs...

I have learnt so much in a single day.

Monday, July 21, 2008

Balloons again.

Hi there i'm here again finally! By request from someone i did a full studio version of balloons. I personally have mixed feelings about this one, and was contemplating whether to go electronic or traditional rock bandish. This is one of the first few stuff i created that features acoustic guitar within a traditonal rock mix. Btw I'm actually going singfest! quite excited about it. will tell you more after the concert. Its definitely going to be a blast i reckon! Well anyway without further ado press play if you wish.

Balloons (studio mix) - jord

Saturday, July 05, 2008

Rationality

Hi dudes. I realised with each successive post i get more and more abstract. Sometimes i become extremely emotional, angry, depressed, if you can read into the songs. Please pardon the detach-ness of the written prose of the late. I'll go back to a standard style of blogging to keep simple reading back in the book.

Truth is, i really miss my friends. The ones that i've made over my 2 years in jc especially. Looking back at the past, it has been a long time man.

I still remember the time when i first stepped into srjc, how shitty i felt about myself, how much of a loner i was back in orientation week. I was basically, an outcast. Stuck in the whole sji clique thing from my secondary school days. i was pissed that i was in srjc, i thought i should be at somewhere else.

not until i met some strangers in the lt5 befriended me. I remember i was busy sribbling away my 'hurhur' cartoon, a stupid looking freak with big eyes. i was obviously bored and trying to keep myself awake. suddenly someone tapped me from the back and asked me what was i drawing. i turned and there was someone called jazreel with her friend wanli. They knew i was in the same class as them and thought the picture was kind of humorous. The were one of the first few friends i made in 1s21, when i first left my orientation group. next thing, i headed to the canteen and i saw wanli with 2 other friends, siewling and xinyi who i would eventually get to know better. for some strange reason siewling was xinyi's lao gong and xinyi was 'lao po'. LOL. the 4 of us were actually the only ones who took the h2 physics, chem, econs and h1 maths combi in our class, plus 2 other st gabriel guys. so from then on i kind of stuck with them thru assembly and till the end of day for the next few weeks. i cant really remember the 2 st garbriel guys well, only that they werent very enthusiastic about class and withdrew quite soon.

Anyway, it was great fun at school with the 3 of them. They never fail to brighten my day, and i really missed the gossips at the canteen table about who was hot and who was not, the great study sessions trying to figure out new physics and chemistry topics, rushing thru tutorials at love cafe outside lt5. thinking of those times, they were really really nostiagic. siewling withdrew soon before the pae period ended, but the rest of the weeks was still really fun and enjoyable with wanli and xinyi.

the great thing that they made me realise was that it didnt matter which school we came from, whose results were better, but if friends with different backgrounds are in the same boat and modestly try to help each other along, time really flies quickly and life everyday would be much more enjoyable.

eventually i left srjc for sajc. it was a sad moment, and probably a decision that looking back, was a bit of a mistake. but that was a turning point for many other events that occur in sajc, but that would be told another day.

*bedtime story over*

now for my playlist...

Rationaility - jord

Rationality
jord
I should pretend i was taking a test
I should pretend i was taking a test
You see these lines they don't mean a thing
You see these lines they don't mean a thing
What are these signs that you read on my face
Is it that I had too much to say
I'm getting drunk on our lingering silence
We just forgot what we both planned to say

And from here
We'll take it further
To the world where we could say
All the things that you imagined
All the times that you would laugh
We would lock our hands around
teary eyes

Its indecisive to be rational
Its indecisive to be rational
I'll make a choice when i'm thinking adrift
I'll take a chance where we both failed before
i found a poem that i once wrote
it said that i had too much to say
what are these lines that i see on my page
I just forgot that i once cared before

well it takes
two hands to clap
in a world where nobody cares
All the things that make you human
when no ones taking control
we would lock our hands around
teary eyes

Sunday, June 22, 2008

Tired of going with the flow.

Awake
jord

Like you
I'm at the traffic light
Waiting
For my chance to strike
I can't
See if its red or green
I can't
Make it a point it to be

I can't make it a point to be(satisfied)
I can't make it a point to be(by the world's best treasures)
I can't make it a point to be(by the greatest theories)
I can't make it a point to be(they are mine not yours)

your views dont mean a thing to me
i've got my little inner beat
its not just screaming yes or no
its all thats keeping me awake

i'm waiting for my greatest offence
that is
breaking the wall you built
you wrote
i'm gonna make it big
if i waited for it fall

what a foolish thing to say
when you
can see its not okay
when its a lie
when im chasing witches in my mind

your views dont mean a thing to me
i've got my little inner beat
its not just screaming yes or no
its all thats keeping me awake

i have a point to make
i have a point to make
i have a point to make
i have a point to make

i have a point to make(you cant be serious that you're right)
i have a point to make(all that you do is follow them)
i have a point to make(if that isnt foolish then ill question)
i have a point to make(when was the last time that you thought)

with your own insight(satisfied)
when you don't have a torch to guide you(by the world's best treasures)
when you're drowned in the sound of panic(by the greatest theories)
when you're messed up all inside(they are mine not yours)

Awake - jord

This is a reflective song.

When you look from a corner, take a deep breath. You realise that you are always fighting against the currents, nothing is ever going your way. You are forced to row past the oceans and islands even when you know that you are born with a weak arm. You stop, turn around, everyone is doing the same. You see the massive crowd before you reaching their targets first. You've passed the checkpoint, but somehow the race still continues. No matter what you do, you'll always lag behind just because you weren't born with a good arm.

Story ended. So whats the point with this banter? I'm talking about the mainstream competition, the race to the top of merits, when you are told that you've done something great and you get rewarded with *something* the world generally views as important. With only a single channel of judgement, its either you make it or you break it at the A Levels, for example.

So whats my point mate? I'm saying i'm fed up with following everyone else in a battle i can never win. I lag behind with my a level results, in the uni i'll compete with the same people whom i lost to when i try very hard to get into a course that everyone goes to, then when i get a job people ask me why my results are inferior to the SAME people and i get pushed to a corner when im searching for a job. You see the pattern here?

So tell me what if you put me in the boat again, i do a complete U turn and just follow the currents? I just follow the lights and sounds, cos lets just say im born with good ears and eyes. i heck the checkpoints that im asked to go, i just push for my own goal, my own perception of success?

Thats what i'm about to do perhaps. I'm working on a talent that people tell me i have, and i might just find out how my own instinctive currents can bring me somewhere.

Saturday, May 24, 2008

All Pawns Need their Queens

Hello world! i just wrote a new song. its called All Pawns Need Their Queens. No this is not a song about the army. Oh wait it sounds like chess but there's more to it than that. Its more of a descriptive song of a person. Make your intepretations. =)



Theres something inside
Theres something inside
Theres something inside
Theres something inside

Afraid of the light
Afraid of the light
Like bats in the night
Like bats in the night

You tried to be the king
But you're now the only piece
In a sea of black and white
All the soldiers left the fight

Left the fight..

you could say shalom shalom
in the name of civil reason
you could lie and make it happen
make the boars roll in their pens

but we know just who you are
we see the bones when we touch your skin
the way it burns out our visions
the way it kisses us all condemmed

You tried to be the king
But you're now the only piece
In a sea of black and white
All the soldiers left the fight

Left the fight...

Sunday, May 18, 2008

Incinerate

hello chords and poems. i haven't stepped in here for a really long time. Lots of things had happened since my last visit. really lots.

First of all an update on my life. I was posted to signal school for 8 weeks and it has finally ended thankfully. It was like a regimental jc in a way, a wild ride with lan cables and stuff. The lectures seriously made no sense to me at times. Most of my time was spent bitching with my platoon mates or just waiting for time to pass by. Sigh. I made some really good friends in there though.

Also spoke alot recently to an old friend. Time passes really quickly, but things still seem to be stuck in a time warp. Alot of things are still left unsaid huh. But well i've cleared my mind 2 nights ago and i feel much better in a way.

I'm a little tired now man. Perhaps I'll talk more to you tommorow. Maybe i'll just add how amazing Fugazi and Sonic Youth are? I've been listening to them all night.

Saturday, April 05, 2008

Balloons

I picked up a balloon, and i released it into the air...

When would it fall back?



I have to find a plan
Out of this desire
She's better off without me
Oh yea

I have to tell a tale
Of lovers in a lie
Curtains wrapped around you
You're so beautiful

Waiting for that summer smile
Writing it down with a pen and paper
Maybe its just enough for me to feel it
Maybe its just enough for me to feel it

This song would play till the last notes gone away
It doesnt really matter anymore
It doesnt really matter anymore

You can walk away
Hold on to his hand
I'll catch you when he lets go

You can fly away
Hold on to his sweet embrace
I'll catch you if you fall
I'll catch you if you fall

I'm thinking its alright
When you are miles away
Best friends are forever
oh yea

You're such a pretty balloon
I can't bear to let you go
Yet I know somehow you'll fall
To me again