Rejection and Salami

I spent this evening largely trying to bounce back from a feeling of rejection. Can one ever perfect that skill? In attempts to inanimately analogize it away from my still-reeling human existence, I started thinking about this edit I’m working on, of the early rave tune New Generation by Tom Salta.

Preparing to produce the track, me and my buddy listened through its’ original section by section, highlighting the parts we liked and lopping off the rest. New Generation is part Detroit techno, part smooth jazz, part hip house (I’m personally digging the former two, as to be expected) so there were a lot of great flourishes and melodic saturations to work with-and also a lot of tinny drum machines and sound effects that I would consider fluff.

Editing other people’s work is an interesting act- you’re taking something they put a lot of time into and slicing it off like a huge chunk of rotten salami. Anyone who has ever put a piece of writing, or art, or music out into the world knows this: you slave over each little element. So in all likelihood the chunks I hate are ones that took Salta a whole lot of heart and soul to make, and that some other remixer would adore.

Thus several well-worn adages come to mind. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder…rejection is just someone else’s opinion, and just as arbitrary as your own…keep keepin’ on…etc.

-Fucci