“Following a Trail of Breadcrumbs” started out as nothing more than a seed of inspiration from The Orb’s remix of “Music for a Sound Harmonium” by the Penguin Cafe Orchestra. The level of synth orchestration in the track would just beautiful. Honestly I’m pretty hazy in regard to when I actually started it, but once xipetotec arrived here, we started working on it again. From there it’s grown into what in my mind I had always invisioned for it: a simple yet growing orchestration journey. Once the bassline was added it finally took on the full spectrum of frequencies. The only frequency range really missing at this point is that of vocals, but in the coming weeks alyce will likely have recorded them.
Xipetotec asked me the other day in regards to the reason for the title, and I wasn’t really sure what spawned it. It just fit the mood of the piece and in many regards the track itself was a journey. Other than that I can’t really put my finger on why, it just happened. Songs name themselves, and that’s what it told me to call it.
Xipetotec and The Bug Wonder need to get their collective asses out of the Mountaintown of Doom and get to the East Prnt, especially on Saturday, Nov. 5th for the Spunk Squad show…to witness the Apocalyptic Wiping of God’s Ass.
And a phone call wouldn’t hurt either, lest I spend another week in a dark corner, sucking my thumb and crying MOLOCH! FILTH AND MISERY!
All Hail the Chokingsun site, I find it tickles my willy quite nicely.
I had initially though that the title was a take from a situation in your personal life at the time. The “investigation” in which you found yourself the private detective. I was wondering because I had been cogitating over some ideas for lyrics, and thought I might be on to something in that vein.
subconciously there is probably a high probability of that very thing. i guess it was more that it just wasn’t a concious decision in terms of the name.
Herr Stainer,
Please be advised that thou art directed to butcher a sheep in the prescribed sacrificial manner , force feed the entrails to a large herbaceous mammal, and present the flayed skins at the appointed hour to his Most Royal Lowness, Xipetotec. This is the only certain way to gain the attention of those most scurvy of denizens of the Mountain, Mosquito and Xipetotec. (Actually, I look forward to attending your show. I may have to work that night, but will still be there upon release from my employment bondage.)
i have to leave the house? are you freakin nuts? actually, can you drive out here and lay a trail of breadcrumbs for us to follow? thanks.