Electronic music is making me sad

Lately, the act of working on electronic compositions is wearing me out. I may as well be working in Excel, or making a PowerPoint. No joy. I used to crank out nebulous, cantankerous tracks that nobody ever really liked but me, and then I had a little garageband.com adventure where I consciously did a couple of groove-heavy tracks, with actual bass lines and everything, and got some good feedback.

It ruined everything. Every new track I started, I tried to duplicate that feel, those grooves. Was I really that much of an approval hog? What happened to the old 7/4 rhythms, the lack of discernible melodies, the barrage of heavily treated samples taken from my answering machine? I dug that stuff. I got to work out my inner John Cage, rip shamelessly from Aphex Twin, and have a grand ol' time. After all, I'm in a band that makes really accessible music, so I should feel free to make gawdawful racket in my free time, yes?

I've been working on two tunes for the last month or so - lots of painstaking drum edits, tasty bass lines, and spooky Moog parts. I hate them both. It's time to break it all back down to the basics. Noise and more noise. Maybe a beat, about 4 minutes in...