Vacation

I live and work (and breathe and exist) in Massachusetts.  My step son lives with us half of the time and lives in New Hampshire with his father the rest of the time.  He goes to school in Dad’s town, not ours.  New Hampshire and Massachusetts hold their public school vacations in February and April on different weeks.  That’s why I completely forgot that this week was school vacation in Massachusetts.

I was driving to work this morning, thinking I left the house too late to get to the office on time, and I was kinda shocked at the utter lack of traffic jams.  There were a couple of notable slow spots, but nothing too infuriating.  The traffic was so light that I was actually weirded out.  Like, did something happen?  Should I turn on the radio to find out what’s going on?  Then it hit me… school vacation.  That glorious week where traffic problems magically disappear.  I literally let out a sigh of relief.  Oh hap-hap-happy day.

Normally the traffic is good during New Hampshire’s vacation week too, but not quite as good.  That won’t effect me this year though.  Why?  Because Jen and Harry and I are going down to Florida to spend Harry’s week off with our ol’ racist, possibly full on nazi, Uncle Walt.  We’re going to Disney World.

I may have written about this before but when I was a senior in High School my friend Damon was in a death metal band called Peanut Butter and Anarchy.  He wrote a song called “Mickey Mouse is the Anti-Christ.”  If I were to say that the lyrics to that song were brilliant, then I would be making an understatement the likes of which the English language has never before seen.  They weren’t brilliant.  They were brilliant times a thousand.  They were so far beyond brilliant that things that actually are brilliant looked like a fly buzzing around a lump of cow shit in a field somewhere in the mid-west.  The song was so popular with our little music department nerd sub-clique (or whatever it was) that when a local newspaper wrote a little blurb about possible cult activity at the high school we knew beyond any doubt that they were talking about us.  That’s why I still to this day think of a trip to Disney World as going to worship.

We’re getting close to the point where we need to start packing bags.  I just looked at an extended forecast for Orlando and the current prediction is for temperatures ranging from the high 60’s to the mid 80’s.  That’s shorts weather for sane people, but for me it’s jeans and a t-shirt weather.  The resort we’re staying in has a pretty epic pool so I’ll need a bathing suit, though my personal swimming mode of choice is more like boiling myself alive in a hot tub.  We’ll pick up sunscreen at the resort and I’ll want to wear a baseball hat and shades for the sun.  I’ll need my CPAP machine, unfortunately, and my laptop with some air travel entertainment downloaded.  I’ve spent so much time on music this month that I’ve fallen behind on every show I watch (except Star Trek: Picard.  I’m hanging on literally every word in that show, and hey it’s Seven of Nine!).  Other than that (and a tooth brush and some deodorant, oh yeah and my camera), I think I’m good.

I am pretty bummed that Disney World chose the month of February to close down the best ride in Magic Kingdom, Splash Mountain (of course).  They couldn’t have done that in March?  Jerks.  Let’s be real though, this trip is not about Magic Kingdom.  It’s not about Epcot.  It’s certainly not about Animal Kingdom.  It’s all about Hollywood Studios.  It’s all about Galaxy’s Edge.  It’s all about Rise of the Resistance.

I

Can

Not

Wait!!!!

I want to absorb every single inch of the Star Wars experience that is Galaxy’s Edge.  I want to delight in every spec of dust.  If it’s in Galaxy’s Edge then I want to do it.  I want to build a droid.  I really, really want to build a light saber (even though its insanely expensive).  I want to ride in the Millennium Falcon.  I want to do whatever Rise of the Resistance does.  That one I bet I am going to want to do over and over again.  I just looked up wait times.  Smuggler’s Run is 120+ minutes.  Rise of the Resistance is closed.  Well thanks for putting the fear of the Dark Side into me, you god damned Mouse!!!  I don’t actually know if that ride takes walk ups so maybe they just don’t report wait times.  If it is closed right now I’m sure it’s a temporary maintenance thing.  Disney rides go off line all the time.  You just wait a little bit and they open back up.  That’s all this is.  It just happened to be happening while I am sitting here gushing with anticipation… jerks.

Anyway, Jen and Harry have a pretty solid itinerary set out for us, including at least one Hollywood Studios rope drop which will hopefully get us into Rise of the Resistance with a minimum of torturous waiting.  I am really looking forward to it.  I’d just be happy to take a week off of work and check out from reality for a few days, but if I get to play with life sized Star Wars toys as I do it then hell yes let’s do it!

I’ve been going to the gym a lot this month.  Not regularly enough, but I’ve been getting there.  I slacked badly last week but I won’t this week.  As I’ve written here before, I don’t do a lot when I’m there, just 15-20 minutes of walking on a treadmill.  I’m just trying to practice for the miles of walking I’ll be doing next week.  Every little bit helps, I hope.  I went last night and I am going tonight.  I should be good tomorrow too (fingers crossed).  Friday will be tough, unless I go around midnight.  I might just do it.  We’ll see.

2.5 work days left to go.  I am out of my mind with all the antici-

 

 

 

 

-pation.

Plans are for Wimps

I said I was going to record more sax tonight. I even wrote a 50 page essay on it in the previous post.

Guess what I did…

I said I wasn’t going to add guitar to the acoustic songs until everything else was done. Guess what I did…

Two of the four electric songs that needed lead guitar now have lead guitar. Three of the acoustic song that only had sax now have lead guitar too.

My finger tips hurt.

Saxophone is Hard

I was able to get up early and get ready for work quick enough to have about 30-40 minutes worth of pre-commuting music time.  All of the vocals are done, so there’s only fun stuff left to do.  I decided I would start the work week by tackling some saxophone.  I still had three songs to work on.  I picked one and it was off to the races.

I cheated when I set all of this up.  Standard tuning on a guitar puts the open fifth string at 440 hertz (roughly) which is commonly referred to as the note A.  Most wind instruments do not follow the same convention.  In order to better allow the notes the instruments can play to show up on a standard sheet music staff, the reference pitches are shifted a bit.  A trumpet or a tenor sax take that A at 440 hertz and call it B.  For an Alto Sax that note is called an F# (F sharp) or Gb (flat).  All this made life very confusing to the fifth grade kid learning to play the alto sax.  When the teacher said to play a Bb concert, I played a G.  What the hell?  Why do those lucky stiff flute players get to play a Bb?

When tuned to standard pitch (A = 440 hertz), which is also referred to as concert pitch as hinted above, the lowest note you can play on a guitar is an E.  That’s the lowest, sixth, string played open.  Because of this, a huge percentage of the rock and the roll music is in the key of E.  A song in the key of E concert is in C# on an alto sax.  Changing keys on a guitar is easy, you just play the same patterns in a different place on the neck.  Changing key on a wind instrument is the bitch to end all bitches, and C# is pretty much the bitchiest of them all.  To combat this bitchy problem, I tuned the guitar so that 440 hertz is an A#/Bb.  That allows me to pretend I’m playing in E but the actual sound produced is in Eb, which also allows me to play the alto sax in the key of C.  Any kid playing a piano knows that C is as simple as it gets.  Now, having said all of this I was generally writing in a minor key and C# minor isn’t really the end of the world, and C minor is only a little bit easier, but I still have oodles of life experience soloing on a C minor pentatonic scale and it’s pretty much my favorite place to be.

I also wrote a couple of songs in A minor, tuned down to Ab minor, which is F minor on the alto and that’s a bit of a pain in the ass, but I just dealt with it.  I could have tuned up a half step on that one to put the key into Bb which would be G on the sax and that would be fine, but enough’s enough.

You know what?  I might be off on all of this discussion by a factor of two.  Is the open fifth string A the one that’s at 440 hertz, or is it the second fret on the third string?  One is 440 and the other is either 880 or 220 (can you figure out the physical relationship between octaves from that?).  I can’t remember which is which.  Similar to the wind instruments, a guitar’s pitch is shifted for the purpose of readability too, but in the guitar’s case the shift is one octave so an A is still called an A.  It’s just a different A.  I don’t remember if the shift puts 440 up to the third string or down to the fifth.  Whatever.  Let’s just take it as written and if I am wrong you can take my heartfelt apology and kiss my ginormous ass.

So the first song I messed with this morning, file name RPM 2020 06 iPad, was in the key of E minor, turned down a half step to Eb minor, which let me play in my favorite key for soloing on the alto, C minor.  Amen, brothers and sisters.  I had left space for two solos, both eight measure long, as well as some additional little fill in noodling during the choruses.  I picked off the first solo after 3-4 takes and picked off the second solo in two takes.  The noodles didn’t take long either.  Hey man, Robbie’s on a roll!  Waze on my iPhone was running the whole time and my estimated time of arrival at the office was still only 8:20.  I had been playing for something like 15-20 minutes and I could likely keep playing for 15-20 more.

Now I’ve mentioned this on my wittle bloggy a few times before, but there are physical limits to how long you can play a musical instrument.  At some point your body just refuses to continue.  On the guitar that can mean your fingers don’t form the chord shapes anymore, or you are unable to bend the strings.  On the saxophone it means your jaw ceases to be able to control the mouth piece as it should.  You combat this fatigue point by practicing your ass off.  The more you practice, the longer you can play before fatigue stops you.  It’s like any other physical activity, it takes practice and exercise.

I have played the alto saxophone for maybe 45-60 minutes total since the last time I played it on an RPM project back in 2013.  I’ve probably played saxophone for a total of maybe two hours since the mid-90’s… if that.  Suffice to say, I am massively, hugely, hilariously out of playing shape.  In my previous two sax playing sessions this month I did not hit the wall.  Today, I totally did.

The second song I worked on this morning, file name 10 Mac, is a goofy little 12 bar blues.  The first phrase (12 measures long… get it?) is free of vocals and I was planning on doing some noodling there.  I set up a loop for those 12 measures and hit play, intending to practice a run through or two before hitting record.  Instead of soloing over the changes, I found myself playing along with the guitar part.  I liked it.  That would be a cool way to intro the song, have the sax playing along with the guitar instead of improvising over it.  Nice!  I stopped the loop and hit record.

Over the course of the take there were a few notes that were kinda squawked.  They didn’t sound good.  Let’s do another take.  This time there were a couple of notes where I failed to hold the pitch.  On the sax it is possible to press the keys to form a note and then actually produce a note an octave higher.  When you do it on purpose you call that playing an overtone.  When you don’t do it on purpose you call it sounding like dog shit.  I was sounding like dog shit.  Each take was worse than the one before.  I was struggling to produce notes on the low end of the horn.

It has been so long since I’ve played the sax that I didn’t realize what was happening.  My body was revolting against me.  I did another take but instead of listening, I focused on what I was doing.  My teeth were coming off the top of the mouth piece.  My jaw was relaxing when I attacked the notes.  Yup, the ol’ chops were dying on me.  For the first time during this sax playing experiment I had officially pushed myself too far.  It’s now about six hours later and I can still feel it in my jaw.  It just feels wrong.  It doesn’t hurt or anything, it just feels off.

So I was only able to pick off one of the three remaining sax parts today.  I am going to the gym after work, and then cooking dinner for my beautiful bride.  After that, I might try again.  I want the sax parts to be out of the way so I can rip through the last guitar parts and then start mixing in earnest.  If I have problems tonight I’ll put it off until Thursday and record some of the guitars first.  No biggie.

171/365

Oh What a Relief – #RPM2020

This morning I packed my computer, a microphone, a pair of headphones, and a USB interface into the car and drove off to a parking spot behind The Loop in Methuen and recorded four songs worth of vocals.  I had the lyrics and melodies written already so it wasn’t too painful an experience.

When I was done (meaning, when the battery on my MacBook was approaching death and I had to go pee so bad I could taste it) I went home and started working on lyrics and melodies for the last four songs.  The first of the two were kind of interesting and one of them I purposely made pretty difficult as a bit of a challenge.  After those two I was really getting tired so I threw the last two together pretty quickly and they are just as bad as that sounds.

After that I hung out with my step son for a while, and made some late lunch/early dinner for the love of my life, and then (after double checking that the MacBook’s battery was back to 100%) I went back to The Loop (a different section of the lot behind the building this time) and cranked out the last four.  I got a little over confident for a bit and a couple of the songs have THREE part harmonies instead of my usual two.  Sick.

So where does RPM stand now… Four songs mixed, three songs ready to mix, three songs needing saxophone, and four needing lead guitar.  Once the full boat is mixed I am going to go back to six of the acoustic songs and add bass guitar, drums, and lead guitar and then remix them.  If I don’t finish that by March 1st I won’t worry about it, I just need to make sure I get a complete mix of each song before I start messing with alternates.  Well, more alternates.  I already have two different mixes of one of the acoustic songs.

I need to have all of the remaining guitar and saxophone finished before we leave for Disney World.  I will have my MacBook with me on the trip so I can sneak in a mix before bed each night, and if I am out of my mind crazy I might even sneak a couple in on the plane.  Then I will take full advantage of the leap year day and mix anything that’s left over once we’re home again.

Is any of this stuff good?  Well, no.  That’s not the point though.  The point of RPM, as always, is that it didn’t used to exist but now it does exist.

There’s still the issue of the half-a-song left for FAWM.  FAWM is 14 songs in 28 days, so for the leap year they say it’s 14.5 songs in 29 days.  Does that mean I have to sneak in one more?  If I do it’s either going to be simple, or 36 minutes of noodling and noise for the Blind Chaos thing I mentioned a few days ago.

I wouldn’t say I’m almost done, but I’m past the one humongous hurdle with time to spare.  I feel happy.

In closing, here is the view from this evening’s “studio.”

Untitled