Storytime: I was in my school's studio waiting for my partners to arrive for a project we were working on. This particular studio houses an ssl console worth $80000 plus a plethora of gear and mics worth over $25000. I had brought my simple cheap setup that I had used to record everything since I started making music - USB interface and a cheap condenser mic. There was a drumset in the recording room and I had a good hour and a half before the recording project was scheduled. So I took mic garbage gear knowing it's limits and not wanting to waste time with the console and exporting files (and also loving really legit trashy sounds that can only be achieved with cheap gear). I was playing a beat and recording for this song because it didn't yet have what it need - I was getting samples not a recorded drum track. As I was playing I was approached by some upper class men looking for some mics. I was asked why I wasn't using the studio's equipment as if I weren't aware that were right there.
My reply doesn't matter, what matters is that I haven't been able to stop thinking about that situation. Sure it would've been inconvenient setting up the console, getting other mics setup, and eventually having to export file, but the fact is anyone who loved sound like I do should have been happy to do all that simple setup work. But at the same time, why was that guy questioning a creative process? What was it to him that I wanted to reject my ability to use all that nice gear?
The only word I could think of was genuine.
I feel that he was being genuine in his questioning of my process, but not genuinely curious.
I feel I was trying to be genuine in using things that were all my own. That studio wasn't/isn't mine, how could I expect it to a be a tool of my creative process?
This track has more meaning than I can say. It's just from reading into a simple situation too far. But this song is about 2 disagreeing ideas coming together in a dialogue and reaching a resolution.