In honor of the cheeto getting impeached for the second time, I mixed a song tonight! It has nothing to do with the cheeto, or any cheetos for that matter, but it’s done so there.
Tonight’s guitar playing was much better than last night. Still not very good, but better. I put leads on two songs and both lead and rhythm on another. Eight songs still to go and six are ready to mix. A fuzz box was used extensively.
Yes, everything is dusty. If you don’t like it you can lick my sack, m’kay?
Through the 10 months of lock down, whenever shit got too much I would play guitar and it would help me to feel better. Last night shit got too much and I played guitar and I was so bad I felt worse. This morning I tried to rectify that. I redid everything on the song I was working on last night when it got to be a little too much. Jen asked me if I wanted to check something out on youtube with her and instead of asking her to give me a little time to finish I just shut it down.
Today was a little better. I finished everything I left hanging yesterday. I wasn’t exactly Jeff Beck or anything. I wasn’t exactly equal to Jeff Beck playing with one finger, but it was okay for me. I do feel a smidge better.
Now we just need to remove the president from power. That’s all. Nuttin’ much.
I suck so bad. I’m fucking terrible. I play as bad as Cheeto presidents.
So the United States is crumbling all around us. The president was impeached 11 months ago and guess what! He’s likely going to be impeached again either today or tomorrow, depending on whether or not the vice president grows a set of balls and removes him from office via the 25th amendment. Life is pretty strange here in the good ol’ USA.
So here we are, trying to go about our normal day to day as our little baby 245 year old nation implodes. What’s a red head to do to keep from just screaming 24/7?
Well, he works on The Great 2015 Re-Recording Project, of course. Also, he pretends to work on a January album in a month. I’ve done almost nothing on that one. Just a couple of little bass riffs. I need to get back onto that but I have a ton of work still to do on volume four of the re-recordings. For some dumb reason my plan to redo old songs in batches of eight has turned into a batch of 14. Oops. One of those songs is done, eight more have the vocals done and are ready for lead guitar. Two of those eight will need to have the rhythm guitars done over. I used some effects that I thought were cool at the time, but now listening back they were mistakes. After that, there are still five songs waiting to start.
So I’m calling it. The nine songs underway are now the total of volume four, and the remaining five will be the start of volume five. I’ll dig through the piles of awful songs and pull three more for a total of eight, and then I’ll wait until after RPM in February to work on them. This is the way. I have spoken.
Now, back to the source of stress that sits on top of the mountain of stress that is Covid-19… will Pence do his fucking job today or will he let trump get away with LITERALLY SENDING HIS CULT TO ASSASSINATE HIM. Do your job, Mikey boy. Cut the crap and grow a pair. Then Nancy can impeach the prick at her leisure. There are only nine days left in Cheeto McClownshoes’ term and nine days is too long to wait. He and the cult cannot get away with this. No unity without repercussions. This is the way. The people have spoken.
Car music drama. Woah!
I had four songs ready to sing and they were all a struggle. My voice was croaky and it kept cracking like Peter Brady, even on the easy parts. I got through all four songs but it was tough and I am a little nervous that when I go back and review them later I’m going to realize I need to redo them all. Much like John Lennon on the first Beatles album, I saved the shoutiest song for last. When I got to it I had to face facts that my voice could get a little higher in February 2018 than it can in January 2021. I had to rewrite one of the parts. A two part harmony where the main melody was the lower pitch was rewritten to be a three part harmony where the main melody is the higher pitch. I probably ruined the song. We’ll see.
None of that is the point of the post though.
I made a joke to my wife that I was really going out to make sure there was no terrorist activity in the parking lot behind the movie theater. Hardy har har. When I got there, there were two cars parked right in the area I usually go to. Damn it! I went about five rows away from that spot instead. The two cars were empty though and in the hour and a half or so that I was there no one ever showed up. Suspicious. Was that parking lot being used as some right wing extremist terrorist meeting spot? Who knows. I forgot about it and went to work.
Then, after a long stretch of bad singing I was down to the last thing. 16 bars of shouting. Two tracks, the same part doubled, and maybe a third with a lower harmony. That was it. 16 bars to go and I was done but…
A car pulled into the lot. One row away from me. Not close enough for Covid worry, but given that there were only three cars in the entire parking lot, way too close for shouty singing comfort. Five seconds later, a second car pulled up right next to the first. Two masked women got out and starting having a friendly looking conversation. Two old buds, just catching up. What the hell? Couldn’t they see that there was a recording studio right there? Couldn’t they see that I was trying to sing the last 16 bars and wanted privacy? Couldn’t they see that they were practically right on top of me and messing everything up? Well screw that, I started up the car (and waited a few minutes because all my yelling had fogged up my windows) and moved as far away as I could without leaving the parking lot. I finished my awful singing there, but like some kind of diva I was all out of sorts.
Now I wonder… were they right wing extremist terrorists? Were they plotting another attack on the US Capital?
I mean, no. There’s zero chance of that. They were just two friends talking… but how do I know that? How can I ever be sure? Insert ominous sounding music here.
I promised myself I’d do some singing in the car this morning before the cleaning and de-christmasing started.
Now I am promising myself I’ll do some singing in the car before the cleaning re-commences in the morning. You heard it here first and unlike the terrorist who attacked the US Capital this week and now today are blaming it on antifa, including the clowns saying they just followed antifa into the building so they could use the bathroom, I am not taking fantasies out of my ass.
The fact that cheeto McClownshoes hasn’t been removed from office yet is insulting beyond words. He instigates a terrorist attack on the federal government and there are no consequences. Osama Bin Laden must be really jealous right now, assuming he gets internet from his grave at the bottom of the sea.
Car music in the morning. 25th amendment in the afternoon. Impeachment on Monday. Do your fucking jobs. Remove the head of the terrorist cult from power. Now.
Also, antifa is not an organization. I know this for a fact. How do I know this for a fact? I know this for a fact because if antifa were an actual organization I would be a member. Q.E.Fucking.D.
Tonight’s recording of rhythm guitar included an absurd amount of flanger. I mean, absurd.
Did the nazi Cheeto really concede? When did my phone’s autocorrect start capitalizing Cheeto?
Whatever, he’s evil and he’s gone. Fuck him right up his orange ass.
I played guitar tonight. At first it was stress relief but then it was celebration.
I mixed a song today for the re-recordings volume four. This song has been recorded and uploaded to my alonetone account three times, which (I think) ties it for the most re-uploaded song ever.
It was written in 2008 (I think, it might have been 2009, but I’m pretty sure it was 2008) and it’s a little ditty about what a putz The Boy King George W Bush was. We didn’t know how good we had it when we were stuck with that schmuck for eight years.