Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25417634-20140914013010

It started with a single record.To be precise, Aphex Twin's "Richard D. James Album", a classic acid techno album. I was digging around in my version, which had the "Girl/Boy EP" on it for samples. The song 'Beetles' was to be my sample for a new instrumental. Whilst I had it playing I noticed some very sped up noise in the background. Below Aphex's semi-deep voice, there was something or somebody saying something. Interested, I slowed it down in my music software.The results were frightening.The voices appeared to be saying "c-c-come, my friend, it seems w-we have found some sort of secret. for the fool is nothing but an apparent obstacle in o-our conquest." None of this made sense. It seemed to be some sort of dialogue from a plotted out horror movie or anime, about world domination or something. I didn't know what to say. I threw the record, which I had payed a reasonable amount of money for, away.3 months later, late August 2014.This situation has been forgotten about. Aphex Twin is what I always thought of him to be. A classic acid techno producer. Going on the We Are the Music Makers forum, I saw Aphex was releasing a new album, Syro. One of the threads was saying how they would listen to all of his albums before Syro "blew their minds". I decided this would be a good idea. I went out to my local record store, bought all of his records and listened to them. I decided I would go from most recent to least recent. But let's skip to the Richard D. James album.Oh, what an amazing album it is! Throughout the album, the rhythms suck you into it. But enough about that, it's about Beetles, a magnificent song.But then, the voices.I don't remember what happened after that. All I remember is the court case and the family crying about their lost child. What had I done? It was the voices fault. I didn't deserve this. I didn't do this, the voices did.So, I guess this is somewhat of a suicide note. The voices have been telling me to do it for some time now, I guess now is as good a time as any. Whilst you read this scribbled out note on the internet, just know that music can be dangerous to you, and that this gun to my head is the only way out. Most of all though, remember,I am now off this planet, and my belongings go to the voices, the ones who put me into this situation yet got me out. 