The perfect song exists outside of time, floating in the ether. It is an ever receding target. It takes two steps away for my every one, and hides behind the trees of self-doubt, and perfectionism. The only way to catch a glimpse of that beast is to forget that it exists. I try to stumble joyously through the woods of creativity, until, for only a fleeting moment, the perfect song creeps up behind me and breathes its sweet breath on my neck. Once I notice and turn around it runs away, and I only captureÂ its shadow.
Creating this song was an exercize in play. I tried to have as much fun as I could while making the song, and reminded myself frequently not to worry about the final product, or achieving some arbitrary level of excellence in composition, or production.
The only technical detail of note is that I used one of Live's mastering racks called "Louder Compressor." It gave it a super-loud-but-non-clipping-top-40-radio sound.