Breeze

The calendar says it’s still Summer, but it lies.  The calendar is a dirty rotten liar.  The weather says it’s Fall.  I don’t actually hate Fall.  I kinda like it.  I just love Summer like you wouldn’t believe, and Fall means Summer is over and that makes Fall a dick.

Despite this, I did something summery today.  While working from home I opened all the windows and turned off the central air.  It was nice.  The breeze whipped through the whole house.  I lit a couple of candles and those suckers were flickering like mad.  I had a notebook on the desk and the breeze kept flipping the pages.  I should have been annoyed, but it was so nice.

I don’t want Summer to end but at least hockey is about to start.  That’s me looking on the bright side.

9/11

It’s come around again.  I really don’t want to go back there today.  I want to be positive.  There is so much going on in our country that infuriates me that I just don’t want to go back to that day and have another awful thing pile on.

Remember.  Be respectful.  Honor those who sacrificed.  Just don’t ask me to relive it again this year.  I can’t take it right now.

Synchronicity

There is an Apple iPhone event today.  They are unveiling my new iPhone 11.  It’s going on right now.  They have already shown my next Apple Watch, and a lower end iPad that I don’t want.  They talked about their new gaming subscription service which I don’t care about and the TV+ service that hasn’t really intrigued me at all yet.

Unrelated to that, though somehow actually related to it, is the factoid that earlier today my Apple Card was delivered.  I didn’t need it.  I didn’t really want it.  I never, ever plan on using it.  Still… a titanium credit card?  Oh I think nerd-boy sees that as a must.  I applied last week and the card came today.

The Apple card was delivered on the same day Apple held the iPhone event.

Looks like the universe is truly aligned.  Synchronicity, you might say.  Somewhere Sting is smiling.

Toanz

I was playing my Les Paul Custom through two compressing tube amps via an AB/Y switch tonight. It was pretty close to tonal bliss.

Then I switched on the Klon KTR pedal with the volume high and the gain low and… it was like the heavens opened before me. It was like the universe was rubbing my tummy.

Toanz.

I Can’t Do That

I had an odd moment at band practice yesterday.  Without thinking about it, I managed to do something that I really can’t do.

I can sing a little.  I don’t really like to, but if a song has a harmony part I try to do it.  I kinda like singing harmony, partly because I know a lot of people can’t do it, and partly because I feel it makes a difference to how we sound as a group.  I’m not going to say it sets us apart from other bands, but it’s just a nice touch.

Unfortunately, singing and playing guitar at the same time can be difficult for me.  There are a ton of things I should be singing for the band that I don’t because I’m not coordinated enough to sing without changing what my hands are doing on the guitar.  The guitar part always comes first for me.  If the rhythm I’m playing with my hands is at all complicated, even a tiny bit, I find that I can’t sing along.  Likewise if the voice part is complicated in any way it throws off my ability to play guitar.  Any time I come across a situation like that I shut my mouth and just play.

Last night was our first practice in over a month.  We were throwing out songs that we might want to add to our set.  Two of the suggestions were interesting enough that we tried learning them on the spot.  One of them is an early 80’s new wavy kinda thing.  Lots of clean guitars and layered vocal harmonies over a pretty sweet bass line.  Okay, we’ll try it.  I don’t believe I had actually listened to this particular song since I was in Junior High, but the whole thing came back to me.  I figured out the guitar part pretty quickly.  The chorus was kinda interesting and I surprised myself by picking it up right away.  It’s not really in my wheel house, but I got it, or at least got close enough for a first try.

We start playing the song and everything is going well.  The bass sounds great, the drums are right on, the vocal is just right.  My parts were chugging along and I wasn’t screwing anyone else up.  Kevin and I were throwing in attempts at backing vocals where we could.  When we got to the chorus I thew in a harmony a third above the melody.  We got about halfway through it when it dawned on me that I was singing while playing the interesting guitar part and I wasn’t screwing up either one.  The instant I came to this realization I started messing up the rhythm a little.  I was either changing chords an eighth note too soon or two late, or I was skipping words while I did something with my hands thus making both guitar and voice sound stupid.

It was really interesting to me because I was able to do something that I would have sworn I couldn’t do.  That sort of thing isn’t supposed to happen, you know?  The next time the chorus came around I didn’t think about it.  It wasn’t perfect, but it wasn’t terrible either.  I’m going to have to work on this some more to see if I can nail it.  Unfortunately that has to wait a day or two until my fingers stop screaming in pain.  I really need to practice more just to keep those calluses from fading.  Ouch.

Band Practice

Finally, after a couple of months we got the four of us in the same room together and had a band practice. My finger tips are burning like you’ve read about.

We started working on an 80s-centric set for the reunion in November. It’s a little slice of hell, but hopefully it’ll go over well.
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