I didn’t get a lot of playing done, but I did play some. Three of the 12 songs have all of their rhythm guitars, though one of those three might need a rewrite. I also wrote lyrics for two of the songs. Not terrible progress. Hopefully we’ll get on a roll or something. Probably not.
Still no actual recording, but I did add a song and a half. I’m up to 11 now, just like Nigel.
ADDENDUM: Just before I fell asleep last night I snuck in another one. I’m up to 12 now. Still no guitars, no lyrics, no vocals.
Another therapy free day today. Tomorrow, I promise.
Exactly the same update as yesterday. One new song sketched out. That’s it. Still no guitar. Ugh.
Another new song sketched out. That’s it. Guitar must be played tomorrow. It must.
Not much to report today. One little eight bar phrase in 6/8 time that I’ve probably used 20 times before. Hopefully get to more tomorrow.
Still no real instruments recorded, but I did add another sketched out song. I’m up to six now. I might try to think of something else before bed. No promises though.
Not to be left out of the birthday fun, my nephew is 10 today. Double digits. He’s a mini-me. He’s lucky in two ways. If you’re going to have the misfortune of looking like me, it’s good that you didn’t lose your curly hair the way I did, and also it’s extra lucky that you’re skinny while I was already well on my way to being a fat ass by the time I was 10. He is keeping all the good stuff that I had when I was little. He’s also hysterically funny and he’s not afraid of his own shadow. Two things I didn’t have at 10. So basically, if you eliminate all the stuff that I was bad at when I was 10 you have my nephew. He’s awesome and I love him and I hate that I haven’t been able to visit in forever. I am so sick of the pandemic. It’s killing me.
My father showed some improvement on Tuesday. On Wednesday he seemed to take a bit of a step back but was still better than he had been. Today the word is he seems to have improved a little bit again. We have tentative plans for next steps starting next week. It’s all scary.
We should have the bedroom done tomorrow night… assuming we don’t come up with any new ideas. The mattress is going to be the killer. We have plans in place though. The kitchen stuff starts coming next week. Next weekend is going to be another crazy furniture assemble-fest.
I made a works in progress playlist for RPM. Still not 100% invested yet. Maybe if I can get some guitar parts down it will trigger me. Maybe.
I haven’t played with blog themes yet. I browsed a little before bed last night. We’ll have to book some time soon. I have so many reminders in my phone right now. I have to schedule everything with myself or I forget everything.
I’m tired and sad and I want everything to go back to normal and I want it now.
I added a song. It’s probably exactly the same as one of the other three songs. That’s it. I haven’t played the guitar in like two weeks and I’m not playing tonight either.
Still, progress.
ADDENDUM: It’s five songs now.
Yesterday I was so miserable I didn’t want to think about anything other than being miserable. Today is much the same, but a stray idea popped into my head after work tonight anyway. Four hours later I’ve got three songs sketched out. Maybe I’ll force myself to do this after all. Maybe tomorrow I’ll be back to not caring again. Who knows.
Two of the three songs are completely arranged and even have melodies. The third song is just bass and drums but the form is set.
We’ll see.
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