Live at the Bradford Hotel

Okay, I went to youtube looking for more Mission of Burma and found these two.  The anniversary is in a couple of weeks so it’s fitting.

The two farewell shows at the Bradford Hotel, March 12, 1983.

The afternoon show:

The evening show:

Here it Comes

This just came up in my this-day-in-history thing and I’m re-posting it because it’s awesome, even if it doesn’t sound all that perfect.

This song ended up as a B-side.  I would have made it an A-side and track one on the album because it is awesome.  I think I said that already.

Mission of Burma doing Here it Comes, about 10 years ago…..

https://vimeo.com/9373377

Water

What can I say, I like taking pictures of water.  Fountains, lakes, waterfalls, whatever.

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I also changed the layout of this page… and if history is accurate, we can expect I’ll change it 5-6 more times before I settle on something.

Also, have you voted yet?  It’s Super Tuesday, is your state involved?  If so… vote.

 

Super Tuesday

I woke up at 3:45 needing a biological break. When I got back to bed I found myself in a state of super paranoia about Super Tuesday.

The polls open at 7:00. I’m still district 5 in Methuen, and I still vote at the same location.

Now I just need to decide who to vote for. I’m 90% sure I know, but that last 10% is messing with me.

Vote. It’s our only defense against fascism, now that the Senate has abandoned the US Constitution. Granted Trump and the Russians will just rig the general election again, but for now at least our votes still count.

Two Items of Note

Two tiny landmark events happened tonight.

First, it was my first work day of 2020 where sunset happened after my quitting time of 5:30. Unfortunately I didn’t get to enjoy it because I stayed a little late, but it’s still worth celebrating

Second, my Flickr Photo a Day project is now over 50% complete. There are 366 days this year. Yesterday was exactly half way. Today, day 184, is more than half way.

Kick ass.

184/365

One Last RPM Post

I am still waiting on the good folks over at RPM headquarters to mark my album as received.  It usually takes a little while for them to acknowledge everyone’s submissions so I’m not concerned.  There was also the issue they had with the site crashing on the 29th so they let everyone have an extra day to check things in.  I had all of that done before noon on the 1st.

Here is my entry on the RPM profile page:

2020 Album name:

I Only Believe in Truth

Received

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Date submitted:

02/29/2020

2020 Preferred Track name:

We’re Coming for You

About this preferred track:

Simple (mostly) 12-bar recorded mostly live.

About this album:

My original idea was half electric and half acoustic. That went out the window quickly and I ended up with a mostly disjointed mess of songs that are not so bad.

Favorite moment:

I used to be a sax player first and foremost, but once I started playing guitar while I was in high school I became a full time guitar player. On this album I decided to see if I could still play the sax. I can. Not well, but I can still do it. That felt great.

Words of wisdom:

I lost a full week due to a family vacation, though I did mix a few of the songs while sitting in a hotel in Disney World (we stayed at the Yacht Club). I was able to find the time to get all of the tracking done in plenty of time. You can do it if you need to, you just need to be creative with your time management.

Lessons learned:

I can still play the saxophone. A guitar played through two amps just sounds better than a guitar part played through one amp. Writing out a melody prior to writing the lyrics or sitting at a mic lead to me writing much more creative melodies that were not only more fun (and harder) to sing, but lead to songs that overall seem more interesting to me.

I also wrote a blog post during lunch today to act as a sort of recap for the month. Everything I wrote had been written on this blog at some point or another (except maybe the bit at the end about wishing I could change my mind on the sequencing).

I did it.  That’s nine years in a row with a finished album by March 1st.  I know that in terms of the real world it’s silly and stupid and not important, but for me it’s a huge thing and the feeling of accomplishment I feel cannot be overstated.

The finished product doesn’t look anything like what I planned.  I knew I was going to lose a full week to a family vacation so I kept my expectations kinda low.  I wanted 10 songs.  Five arranged for an electric three-piece rock band, and five arranged for an acoustic group in a coffee shop: Acoustic guitar, cajon and hand percussion, alto saxophone, and vocals.

It didn’t take me long to change the 10 song plan to 14 songs (seven of each type).  That was simply due to me writing too much music.  Even the 7/7 plan went down the tubes as I kept writing electric songs long after I should have stopped.  I ended up with seven acoustic songs and 11 electric songs.

If that wasn’t overdoing it enough, as I was working on a couple of the acoustic songs I starting thinking that they would sound pretty good with a set of drums instead of just hand percussion.  Eventually all seven of them had bass, drums, and electric guitar parts added and I ended up with two different mixes.  One for the coffee shop and one for a rock band.  So now instead of 18 possible mixes to use for the final album I had 25.

I thought about doing a three sided album where side one was all electric, side two was all coffee shop (my coffee shop analogy is starting to get annoying, but I’m rolling with it), and side three was band mixes of acoustic songs.

I scrapped that idea too.  Instead I went through all of the acoustic songs and picked the mix I thought sounded best and then went through all 18 songs and sorted them into three categories: Good, Kinda Good, and Crap.  Two songs went into the crap bucket, and three into kinda good.  I decided to drop them all from the final album and just go with the 13 that landed in the good bucket.

Here they are… 13 disjointed songs that no longer fit to any theme or structure, but which were the least offensively bad of the batch:

I Only Believe in Truth

So what did that leave me with?  Seven alternate mixes and five outtakes.  Two of the outtakes were acoustic so I really had five alternates of album tracks, five outtakes, and two alternate mixes of outtakes.  12 leftover tracks.  I figured the alternate mixes of the album tracks were all still pretty okay so I packed them all together into an alternate RPM album:

I Only Believe in Alternates and Outtakes

The saddest part of all of this is that last night I was listening through the dropped songs and I really think I should have kept one of them.  If I had paid a little more attention during the sequencing I would have made a better decision and the final album would have been a little different.  I am afraid that when I listen to the main album I’ll decide there were things I should have dropped.

Oh well.  February is over.  As with all RPM Challenges it’s now time to figure out what I want to do next.

What do I want to do next?

So yeah… what do I do next?

Post Vacation Exercise Summary

I slept through my weight watchers check in on Saturday so I don’t know how much weight I gained in Florida.  I’m sure it’s some, but I did so much walking over the six days that hopefully it counteracted my junk food splurge a little at least.

I checked the Activity app on my phone to see how much movement my watch registered.  Here is the break down:

Steps/Day Distance/Day (miles)
15331 8.3
19906 10.9
15035 8.3
11999 6.6
11311 6.2
10862 5.9
Total Steps Total Distance (miles)
84444 46.2

Now every time I do something like this I have to add the following disclaimer:

I have no idea if these numbers are good or not for a normal human, but for a grossly overweight non-exerciser like me they are stunning.

46.2 miles over six days.  84,444 steps over six days.  It did not feel overwhelming the way I was afraid it would.  There were a few times when I told Jen and Harry that I needed to stop for a spell.  Mostly those times were due to back pain, and I think most of those had something to do with the way I was carrying my backpack.

Did the handful of trips to the gym have any effect?  I can’t see how they didn’t, but on most of those gym trips I was only walking between 0.5 and 0.75 miles.  I can’t even imagine how much more difficult it would have been without those practice sessions.

Sleep was another matter.  As previously stated, in a moment of supreme genius I managed to leave home without one (teeny tiny little) piece of my CPAP machine which rendered the device useless for the duration of the trip.  I also didn’t use it the night before we left, as I had already packed it.  On that last night at home my sleep numbers were the worst they’ve ever been.  That was due in part to me staying up way too late and waking up way too early, which is probably down to excitement.

The first night in Florida, without the CPAP machine, was (according to the data collected by my watch) the best nights sleep I’ve had since I started using the machine.  You read that correctly.  The best sleep I had was WITHOUT the machine.  The highest restful sleep percentage and the highest heart rate dip percentage I’ve had since I started paying attention.  I believe that was due to having almost no sleep the night before, but it was still rather surprising.

The second night in Florida followed a day where we left the hotel early and went to a theme park, then just before dinner we went to a second theme park and stayed there until around midnight.  If you look at the chart above, that was the day with the 10.9 miles of walking.  I was so tired by the time we decided to go home that I was having trouble lifting my feet as I walked.  At one point we were strolling down Main Street USA and I had to step up onto the sidewalk and I couldn’t do it.  I had to stop walking, gear myself up, and then force my feet to step high enough that I could get over the curb.  It was a disturbing experience to say the least.  The sleep numbers that night were just a hair less than the first night.  Easily the second best nights sleep I’ve had since I started paying attention, and once again it was without the CPAP machine.

After that it was more like I expected it to be.  One night I barely slept at all.  Most other nights I slept okay but the restful sleep percentage was maybe 25% lower than when I use the machine and I definitely did not feel like I slept much, regardless of how long the watch said I was out.  Once I was home and back on the CPAP machine the percentages went back to where they should be, even if the total number of hours was still way too small.

So to sum up the physical health aspects of our trip, I had a near infinite increase in exercise and, despite some weird outliers, the expected shitty CPAP-free sleep.  I also had lots of leg pain, foot pain, hip pain, back pain, arm pain, and shoulder pain, all of which were expected and within tolerable levels.  All in all, I am pretty happy with how I held together.

Summing up the mental health aspects is easier.  I loved every second of it and I wish I could go back onto vacation right now.  Maybe this week we could go to Disneyland instead of Disney World?  What about Euro-Disney, is that even still a thing?  Let’s go and find out.