I wish my body would let me sleep for more than four or five hours.  I’m getting sick and tired of hitting a wall in the afternoon.  Went to bed just after 10:00 and was awake a little before 3:00.  Finally dozed off a few minutes before the alarm went off at 5:00.  I have meetings this afternoon that I want to focus on.  Going to have to guzzle caffeine all day.  Blah, this sucks.

Patches and I, watching the Bruins game.  They have a huge lead after one period in Florida.

  
Not only was he taking up five parking spots, but he was also dropping palettes into a sixth spot, right in front of the door. 

Thank you, Chuckles.

Last year after RPM ended I decided I was going to re-record a bunch of old songs and try to make them sound more… real? I guess that’s the word. Actual amplified guitars, actual bass guitar instead of software simulations. I was never sure how to go about having a human being play the drums, but I’ll jump off that bridge when I come to it.

I had eight songs in progress. Just about all of the parts were recorded, but few if any were the final takes. Almost all were just guide tracks. There were at least two more songs that I definitely wanted to do, but I never settled on an actual list of songs to focus on.

Well we’re into March again, and seeing as I failed miserably on last year’s project, I guess I will resurrect it and give it another shot. This time though I have picked about 90 minutes worth of music to work on, including the 10 I wanted to get to last year. The downside is I don’t think I remember how to play any of them, including the two on the list that I wrote last week.

Now being the net nerd that you all know me to be, of course I created a new temporary soundcloud account and uploaded one recording of each song on the list so that I could have a playlist to work off of.

And of course I am going to post said playlist on my bloggie, right?

Right.

Somebody, stop me!  The pedal hoarding is out of control.  At least now I have some filthy fuzz both at home and at the band’s rehearsal space.  Once again, I’m sorry for buying something with such a disgustingly sexist name.  It’s just… It sounds so freakin’ awesome!