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Writing a song: Part 3: New lyrics, EQ, compression

See also: Part 1: The Beginning, Part 2: Fattening up.

Good gravy, I'm a lousy singer. I got three takes into recording vocals for this song and had to stop because I was losing my ability to sing even as poorly as I was on the first few takes.

Today I put together some lyrics for the Outside song. Yes, they're dark, but the whole album is intended to come from the perspective of people struggling with mental illness.



I edited some of the guitar parts to put them more in time with the beat. I applied EQ to most tracks to help them sit in the mix with other instruments, and tweaked compression and reverb settings.

I replaced the 4Front bass VST plugin with another plugin that sounds more like an electric bass -- in this case, a fingered Fender Jazz.

I added a string synth pad to add drama to two parts of the song using DSK Virtuoso VST plugin.

Overall, the mix is sounding big and loud. I've yet to give it a good listen on other systems, which is necessary to check whether the mix sounds really good or is just good in this room. I've had issues before with bass response being misleading -- either too much bass or too little. Does it sound okay on your end?

I've yet to redo the drums. For the most part, they're not too bad, but the kick drum is kicking twice in the wrong spot for me -- I want it in the middle of the bar, not the start. I figure if I'm going to tweak that, I might as well redo the whole thing to my liking.

I'll also need to redo the vocals and perhaps some BG vocals.

The big missing piece is a solo in the middle. Yeah, I don't have ideas for that.

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  1. This needs to become something. i'm not sure what but it's need to be an thing!

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