Anonymous

For the last nine days, I have been working constantly in a row. I have three more to work after this, and I have had little time for music. However, during these nine days, I began writing about new subject matter.

Since the virus attacked my computer again, I have been in limbo with my music. I have been starting numerous projects and not seeing them through. I'm indecisive. Start one thing and don't finish it. Quite annoying actually. I still want to complete 'Slowly Slowly Catchy Monkey', 'Tape Cassettes from 1999-2002', 'New Versions of Tape Cassettes' and 'Compositions', but at the moment I don't feel inspired enough to continue them.

I am in a crap situation at the moment where, I don't have many of my songs on the computer anymore due to the virus. They are on the internet; however I cannot access the internet properly. I have a phone with the net; but does not allow me to download the songs. I can use library computers; but won't allow me to access soundcloud. I have 'In Cloud Cuckooland' songs on myspace, but can't download them because I didn't allow anyone to. I feel I am at a huge lose, and it is annoying. I feel like a need a brand new wave of inspiration. And I think I have it.

On the bus, going to and from work, I have been reading the London Evening Standard app I have on my phone. Virtual newspaper; good times. My ipod keeps switching itself off completely about 5 minutes after leaving the house so I have nothing to listen to, and it is quite depressing. However the app has allowed me to gain a large interest in the Julian Assange/wikileaks news stories. The way the story is working out, and the battle of information makes very interesting anf quite exciting reading. It has made me look at the net in a completely different way. The influence it has on us, the effects it can have, the secrecy and manipulation; the misuse of information and the controlled freedom of how it is used, and how it is an open ground with little law. It is an intriguing world. I started to read about the group 'Anonymous', and how they are fighting to keep the internet free from corruption of corporate and political influence. I rarely read the news because there can be such a monotony with the stories, but this is interesting. It has opened my mind to a whole world I have had never considered.

So on the bus I have been writing. Writing exactly what I have been reading about, and how I feel about the internet. When my ipod had been working properly (today it is not as I write this on the bus) I have been listening to Rage Against the Machine's 'The Battle for Los Angeles'. I also heard a song my brother has written and recorded with his friends, and it sounds amazing. Both have inspired me to write a very dance electronic album, with rock style bass riffs, electronic sounding guitar riffs, and angry rap style lyrics and singing. This is the angle I am hoping to go for. I want to get the recording quality sounding the best that I can possibly do.

So on the bus I began writing about the group Anonymous, Julian Assange, videos and on the net and there influence, a set of unfinished lyrics about a wikileaks story regarding Sudan, and an introduction song about people who have lost everything due to the net, and want to fight back. Here is exactly what I have written on the notes of my phone:

A futuristic sounding album (or cloud cuckooesque) about the internet and data, etc.

Album ideas:

Welcome to the Anonymous
Anonymous

Song titles:
Do Not Feed the Trolls
Honey-trap
Video Nasty
Hacktivists (Welcome to the Anonymous)
Citadel


Song ideas/lyrics:

Video nasty - about the culture of being able to view videos of anything on the net

The tube killed the T.V star,
Pixelated, inebreated, mr nobodys maw,
Type in the search bar, dirt, filth, adult themes,
Accessable to all, and your children
Enter the world of the video nasty (carry on nasty into next line but with delays and jerks in vocals),
Tasteless, vile and pointless,

The monotony of the random,
A million viewings boo bam, of what?
An endless selection of nothing,
Reality can be so disgusting,

Enter the world of the video nasty,
Tasteless, vile and pointless,

Vast amount of disturbing and offensive material,
That the next generations eyes wonder over, as their parents read their papers with little knowledge of the reality,
They learn to make bombs, extremism,
Dine on the images that are so readily available, readily available


Honey-trap: about wikileaks and founder julian assange, and how the police have been trying to catch him,

Man, framed, political, spin (repeated with effect would sound cool, maybe as the back beat to go to, as intro to song)

Bridging the gap, the gap that we want to know,
Completing the jigsaw, the pieces we thought'd we'd lost,
They are out to get him for what he knows,
For what he knows, will shine the light, on those who want, to drown him out,

Set up a honey-trap, lead him in,
Divulge the man and all his sin,
No wait, you're kidding, it's all political spin,
Encourage the man, and all his kin,

So you caught him; no wait, I heard he handed himself in?
No matter, the battle has begun, the war ensues,
The leaking tap drips, and each drip creates a sea, and they will drown,
Too many heads too count,

Hacktivists: about the people who support freedom of information on the internet

Hacktivists (Welcome to the Anonymous)

You fuck with them and you fuck with us,
My name is only mine, not yours nor his, nor Government checks,
Or Government reckless,
Key words in bold in red, you seek destroy, and invade my home,
I.P address, not yours not his, my activities are mine, my freedom bliss,
But it's all pissed on, uploaded, exploded all out of context, text messages unread, but read by your eyes,
I wanna say, what I want to say; don't agree with the heads of state or what the bible says; it's not your choice what my mind wants and my heart believes,
I active my hate by attacking debates, attacking the sites that binde our fate, tying us in to contracts and sin, recycle bin, further political spin,

The net's a prison of information, yours and I, of yours and I, social network sites delight in knowing too much about you, you know better than you do; what's your name and your number and your home address, we need to track you, watch you and hunt you down

Chorus
Act now, the hacktivists fuck them back, tear down the virtual flag that elevate them so, welcome to the anonymous, destroying data the corporate giants hold, hacktivists, active and wake us all, to the horrible control the web has become,

The server's down; oh no, it's a Government clown, stalking my words, message and images, plotting to use, the words I use, abuse, my freedom and innocence, in this paranoid monopoly,

5.8 Billion

? - about the wikileaks leak of information regarding the money stolen by Sudanese leader from his people, and stored in a secret london bank account with lloydstsb.

Where's the fucking money punk?
You've chopped up your own heart,
You invest in death,

100 pound notes scatter the landscape
Like the gravestones it represents,
Clandestine bank accounts, away from the bloodbath,
A sign of guilt, pathetic signs of guilt,

5.8 billion headstones shine in the darking sunset,
As the President packs his pockets, to become a fat fucking greedy shit,
To ensure he lives peacefully, he has ruined your childrens' future,

Do not feed the Trolls
- about those who have seen what the net can do to them, and about those who will continue to fight on for the freedom of information, and against the corporate nature the net has become.

I have ruined my life, because you persuaded me to,
Opened up to others, created environments for you to rummage,
I should have barricaded myself in, but I let you in,
The images, information and my thoughts for you, which you stole,
I have been watched and cheated on,
Accepted simple lies; white and shiny with a nice logo,
Not read contractual conditions, clicked box without reading,
Lost my account, my home, my livelihood,
I was attacked because I was blind to see,
And now I will break the system, with you and everyone in it...
The battle has begun...

All written between 16-19 of December 2010, going back and forth to work on the bus.

So I had these ideas in my phone. Nothing but ideas. A hollow shell, that needed filled. And so I had the urge to get recording. Itching to try and put a sound and some artwork to this idea. I want to make some graphic computer art for it, something that looks futurtistic.

So last night, when my wife was on the phone, I began working on a cover. It only took me about 30 minutes to finish it, and it looks great. Started looking through pictures and found one of a fire work I took. Tried editing it but didn't look good. So just worked with a black back ground, and messed about with three colours: black, light blue and dark blue. Left it largely simply designed, and it looks amazing. Very different from what I'd normally do.

So then I thought with some extra time I had, I'd start mixing some beats and noises, like I had with 'In the Mix'. So I began with a noise that sounds like an alarm, and then repeated the end of it. I got a big of a drum beat from a file that is in the recording of my song 'Magpie', and simply put the beat next to the alarm noise. Duplicated the beat, and put one with reverb. Sounds amazing. Put one drum slight off centre to right; and other to left. The took a sample of a guitar riff I have made for magpie, and edited it and chopped it up and got a very cool sounding guitar loop. I tried other noises too, but none were quite working with it. I also added a bass sample from again, 'Magpie', but edited it so much that it turn into a weird sounding symbol beat. Laid it beside drums, and the cut the song up and edited bits. The tune actually sounds amazing, and is very different from my normal stuff. Also, the quality is spot on. This is as far as I have got with the tune. But it is coming together. Very simply, and easily. I am dying to finish the song. I'd like to add a distorted bass riff; something funky and rocky; would like to add a cool guitar solo that is very electronic sounding and cut up, and want to sing some angry clear vocals. Can't wait to get back to work on it.

If I don't get another virus, I can see this being the musical start to 2011 for me. And the sound I have on this new recording is very very strong. I'm excited about it.

Watch this space,
Wullae

www.soundcloud.com/wullaewright