Graham Reid | | <1 min read
Sometime in the very late Eighties I spent a day in an Auckland studio with a very well known dance-pop band.
It was one of the dullest days imaginable.
They had recorded their instrumental parts previously and this day was set aside to watch sine waves on a screen, shift them around, repeat them, and so construct their songs from the invisible (and sometimes even inaudible) parts.
It was like watching a student solve an algebra problem. But less fun.
While listening to some mathematically constructed electronica minimalism recently I was reminded of that day, when notes became numbers and something human was lost along the way. It was all gabba gabba (without the "hey!")
This was the result of that thinking, although I can't remember what the minimalist album was.
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