Part II of my distopian Soundscape/Spoken Word opus (?). Part I (https://fawm.org/songs/94677/) set the mood, this one relates the story. Or I guess, the start of the story. Again, this is somewhat inspired by @fuzzy's ongoing Distopian Sci-Fi tracks that he has been producing for a few years now. It was also an escape from the massive Prog Rock Song that I'm still working one.
I started this one with the same Bass line created by my Strat at the start of Part I. I just ripped it as a sample from the WAV file & then dropped it into the Matilde Tracker 2 Machine in Jeskola Buzz. Then I added some atmosphere with two of HG Fortune's wonderful VSTi's (STS-33 (mixed Hard Left) & The Tiger (mixed Hard Right)). Next, I wrote a few paragraphs & then recorded the vox. I processed it through the following Buzz Machines: Automation's Parametric EQ (on the Telephone preset); Sonic Verb (on the Cathedral preset) & BG's CompGate. Mixed this all through LD's Mixer & outputted to 16Bit Stereo PCM WAV thanks to Morex's Word Out Buzz Machine.
I'm quite please with how it turned out.
See You In The Shadows…
The Oligarchy Part II
For over a two hundred years they have ruled, unchallenged in their power. We, the common people, are just pawns in their games. More like insects then actual human beings. It sickens me. How have we put up with this oppression for so long?
Certainly, there were attempted revolutions in the past. Rebellion's fire stoked & then doused. The power of the Oligarchs seems absolute. All attempts in the past to bring freedom have failed. So why even bother?
I remember that gray day, with the rain falling as I dug in the pits. The Exalted, the elite guards of the Oligarchs, overseeing our every move. Lightning flashed across the sky & in that moment, I found it. At first, I didn't know what it was. All I could see was that it was some sort of shiny, metal object.
Cautiously, I looked around, trying not to let the Exalted notice that I was spying on them. I didn't want them to see the object, because they would surely confiscate it. I waited, holding my breath, as one of the Exalted peered past me, scanning the pit for any unusual activity from the citizens. As his gaze moved past me, I pitched my shovel into the dirt & gently excavated around the shiny, metal object. Slowly, I revealed more of it. The mud was thick & pools of brown water filled the spaces where my shovel worked. But at last my work paid off. The object was free from the mud. A small puddle of brown rain water encircled it like a moat, protecting it from the mud.
I looked again, seeking the positions of the Exalted. The two closest to me had taken shelter underneath a metal overhang & were busy chatting amongst themselves. Their attention elsewhere, I turned my head, making sure that none of the other workers in the pits were watching me either. Satisfied, I quickly knelt down & grasped the shiny, metal object in my right hand. Quickly, I stuffed it into the pocket of my coat where it sank to the bottom, lost with the other knick-knacks I keep there. I returned to my digging, a faint smile upon my chapped lips. The words inscribed on the shiny, metal object were burned into my mind: "Freedom is yours if you take it."