tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805716.post113271951653688380..comments2024-02-10T08:21:19.099+00:00Comments on Kapitano: Disposable MusicKapitanohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14647896216499813443noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805716.post-1132800632120401472005-11-24T02:50:00.000+00:002005-11-24T02:50:00.000+00:00Oh I don't think I can agree with that. The songwr...Oh I don't think I can agree with that. The songwriter's art involves selecting rhymes from the various ones available. Finding out what rhymes there are to select from isn't the imaginative part of the process.<BR/><BR/>Well, I've tried a little songwriting experiment which might help. As a starting point, I came up with a title ("Not Quite a Stranger"), a subject (internet love and lust), and a single opening line ("You have new mail"). This is a test about rhyming, so I decide on a challenging rhyme structure (ABAB), and when I come up with a line, I first find some words or phrases from my own head which are candidates to rhyme with it, and select those which I think might work. Then I use the Dillfrog rhyme-finder<BR/>(http://www.dillfrog.com/tools/rhymer/sound.asp) to see what words *it* can suggest, and select possibilities that it provides but I didn't think of.<BR/><BR/>The lines of the song are numbered:<BR/><BR/>(1) You have new mail<BR/>(2) My pulse rate starts to rush<BR/><BR/>My 'candidate' rhymes for 'mail': fail, grail, sail, entail, prevail, rail.<BR/>Candidate rhymes which I didn't think of but Dillfrog suggested: hail, nail, scale, trail, detail, veil<BR/><BR/>My rhymes for 'rush': crush, hush, lush, clutch, too much, so much, such, blush<BR/>Dillfrog rhymes that I didn't think of: flush, gush<BR/><BR/>The lines I decide on are:<BR/><BR/>(3) Dare to hope, dare to fail<BR/>(4) Think about you oh too much<BR/><BR/>So here, my own mind produced rhyming words that I preferred to the computer suggested ones. The next two lines come entirely from me, and they're tricky to rhyme.<BR/><BR/>(5) I know I shouldn't want it<BR/>(6) Not sure what I want at all<BR/><BR/>My rhymes for 'want it': just a bit, here I sit, beyond my wit, give a shit, lick, I get a kick<BR/>Dillfrog: hit, lit, pit, quit, admit, commit, submit, click, fix, pick, friendship, relationship, quick, trick, twitch<BR/><BR/>My rhymes for 'at all': fall, wall, firewall, door, crawl, saw<BR/>Dillfrog: call, hall, small, stall. recall, false<BR/><BR/>There's two possibilities each for lines 7 and 8:<BR/><BR/>(7a) If I call it a relationship<BR/>(7b) Touch you with a mouse click<BR/><BR/>(8a) Safe behind a glass wall<BR/>(8b) Can't be real, must be false<BR/><BR/>I decide on 7b and 8a. Okay, it's a rather mechanical way of writing, and a somewhat artificial test, but three of the six rhymes was suggested by a computer program. Given more time, I may have come up with the same rhymes myself.<BR/>-----<BR/>Okay, I'm now going to try to continue writing the song, and see where it leads.<BR/>-----<BR/>Two hours later, I have a song. Maybe not the final version, but close to it. The capitalised words are rhymes found electronically.<BR/><BR/>VERSE 1:<BR/>You have new mail<BR/>Pulse rate starts to rush<BR/>Dare to hope and scared to fail<BR/>Think about you oh too much<BR/><BR/>Shouldn't want it<BR/>Not sure what I want at all<BR/>Touch you with a mouse click<BR/>Hidden by a glass wall<BR/><BR/>CHORUS:<BR/>In my room but a world away<BR/>A picture and some words on a video DISPLAY<BR/>Truth of the heart or a trick of the mind<BR/>My life starts when you go online<BR/><BR/>VERSE 2:<BR/>It's better than love<BR/>Don't need first hand reality<BR/>flowing in my cyber BLOOD<BR/>Pixelated SEXUALITY<BR/><BR/>New man machine<BR/>Animal Technology NATURE<BR/>Only know what I feel<BR/>You're not quite a stranger<BR/><BR/>The 'computer assisted' rhymes are those I wouldn't immidiately have thought of, but I think they work quite well.Kapitanohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14647896216499813443noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805716.post-1132788214892902832005-11-23T23:23:00.000+00:002005-11-23T23:23:00.000+00:00If songwriters can't find their own rhymes they sh...If songwriters can't find their own rhymes they should stick to washing up. Damn that makes me angry... It's the 'Oh I can't be bothered to think, I'll let the computer do it for me' syndrome.Nickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03566157204480177842noreply@blogger.com