I Hate When This Happens

So there I was, watching the latest episode of The Flash on The CW’s website and I see a commercial that used the song All You Need is Love.

Just days after the release of the amazing Get Back documentary I hear The Beatles in a friggin’ commercial.

You suck, Michael Jackson.

The story as I remember it is that during the dark days of Jackson and Paul McCartney writing songs together, Jackson asked Paul for financial advice and Paul suggested focusing on music publishing. Not long after, Jackson bought the publishing rights to The Beatles’ catalog. Not long after that, Revolution ended up in a commercial and the world has pretty much sucked ever since.

So I just saw All You Need is Love in a commercial and it’s Michael friggin’ Jackson’s fault. Asshole.

Not as Good as Before Again

Another new mix of a new recording of a song from over the summer. Again, I don’t think this one is as good as the original, but it’s much closer. I think the problem is that I am steadily losing the ability to sing. I get a little worse each time I try. Not a lot, but a noticeable amount.

Oh well.

Not as Good as Before

I just mixed a song from the latest round of re-recordings and I don’t think it’s as good as the recording I made over the summer. I’m a little bummed out, though I haven’t actually listened to the two versions back to back yet. This one just feels too sloppy.

Foggy

Cold outside, fat guy yelling inside.

Car music this morning was on the short side. I finished two songs. One went quick and easy. The other was like pulling teeth.

I might try to do some more today during my half day off. Should I? We will see.

Obligatory clock-on-the-way-home pic.

What is Up Tomorrow

Tomorrow is going to be a weird day. I’m nearly done with the work task I mentioned before that I really wanted off my plate on Monday. I need to wrap that up and send it off, then go to a couple of meetings and then BAM! Half day. Yeah, I took the afternoon off for no good reason at all.

The only definite item on my post-work agenda is cooking dinner. Outside of that? No idea. I’d like to do some music. I have two songs ready to mix. If I can sneak out for some car music before work I might have some leads to record too. That’s a big if though.

There is a new Hawkeye episode tomorrow. Hopefully we can set up a watch party with Harry and all watch it together. We will see.

Based on what I’ve written so far I’m sure the question burning a hole in your very soul right now is, what am I cooking for dinner?

I’ll end this post with the life affirming, world rocking answer:

Spaghetti and meatballs. Awww yeah.

Take That, Mental Health!

Last night I was feeling low and I didn’t know why. Tonight… kiss my ass, mental health. I recorded rhythm guitars for two songs and lead for one. Sure, I played like utter shit burgers, but who cares. I played. No repeats of last night around here.

Mondays, Right?

I went to sleep at a little after midnight last night. A little later than I had hoped. I was awake around 6:00. A little earlier than I had hoped. The work day is half over and I am sleepy and want to go to bed. Oh well.

I have a half day booked for Wednesday. I forgot about that. Pretty cool, eh?

Tacoma FD did an episode in season two about blogging. I felt both seen and attacked and proud and super nerdy. I loved it. They also took a crack at dungeons and dragons, so they did out nerd me there. That felt nice.

What else… The Bruins are going to the west coast for a few games. That sucks. I am such an east coast snob when it comes to time zones. West coast games should start no later than 4:00pm pacific time. There. I said it. East coast snobbery at it’s finest.

What else? I would like to get more recording in tonight but I probably won’t. I have one song ready to mix. Maybe I’ll take care of that before bed. Assuming I don’t fall asleep around 6:30 or something. Finish work->make dinner->fall asleep. Plans, babie.

Tomorrow, I Promise

I didn’t play any guitar today, but I did work on MIDI tracks and arrangement stuff for a few songs. Just getting them ready for guitars tomorrow. I mean it. Really. I promise.

I even dug a couple of pedals out of the cellar to put into the signal path. I’m serious. I’m going to play some tomorrow. Really.