What did I tell ya–here be the track! I’m pretty pleased with how it’s turned out, but right now, it just grosses me out. It was spawned by a long train of thought while smoking a cigarette and thinking somewhat worryingly, as most people tend to do, about what I’d would be like when I’m my mom’s age. This of course lead to several thoughts along the lines of “What if I’m that bitter, nagging, drunken housewife like Elizabeth Taylor in Who’s Afraid Of Virginia Woolf??” or “What if I end up in working in one of those office buildings with *gasp!* cubicles?” and finally, gazing warily at the cigarette in my hand, “Oh my gosh…What if I’m that chain-smoking, hermitish cat-lady that lives all alone in some run-down tenement?!”
So that is how I came to spend my weekend sitting in the parking lot of my apartment with my computer, trying to produce the most disturbingly hacking coughs I could muster while recording such efforts. At first, as I listened to the playback of these clips, my initial reaction was “Psh…These coughs aren’t that bad…I’ve heard nastier! These won’t disgust anyone! Oh well…”
Ha…no…after sitting and listening to those clips, spliced up with the pleading mews of an army of cats, and “This Devil’s Workday” by Modest Mouse (and if anything screams “I’m creepy and live all alone in a festering, roach-encrusted apartment, possibly in Ohio, or maybe Detroit” it’s that song), it’s safe to say I’m pretty grossed out. So it’s namely for that reason that I have some trepidation about showing this next week. But I did have fun making it…Normally, I like all my work to have some kind of beauty to it. This piece is one of the first truly nasty things I’ve ever made.