Oh my goodness, my finger tips are on fire. A blazing inferno of pain!
Tag: Guitar
Different Guitars
Playing my Fender is so much more difficult than playing my Gibsons. They aren’t that different, but somehow it’s so much harder on the Strat.
50/90 is Now 34/57
I finished two songs tonight. This one comes from a floridaman story. Read it here.
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The second song… I have no idea what it is about. Maybe sort of about not wanting to go to work or something like that.
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The music for both of these turd burgers was written while on vacation. I was just out of control crazy like that. Must have been the proximity to the birth places of all three members of Rush.
Ouch
I recorded all of the guitars for four songs yesterday, and two more tonight.
My finger tips are KILLING ME!
I also went food shopping tonight and once again I avoided Market Basket. Just in case they thought I forgot about them.
Monsterous Strength
Three New Songs
I finished three songs tonight. None of them are particularly good, but what can you do?
This one was the first idea I came up with for 50/90. I literally woke up, grabbed my iPad, and jotted this down in GarageBand. Why then did it take nearly a month to finish? Well, maybe because I don’t particularly like it. Perhaps.
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The second song is only interesting in that it’s in 6/8 time. GarageBand for iOS is pretty limited in time signatures. I expect I’ll be using the Mac version to get myself some 7/8 and 5/4 before long. Prog babie. The lyrics are about a universal topic for those of us in Greater Boston… Traffic.
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The third song is kind of about Market Basket. Who would have thought that if you stand by your people, they will stand by you. It’s just amazing to even consider it.
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There you have it. 50/90 is now 36/62.
11 Down, 39 to Go
We came back to the hotel a little early tonight. Both kids wanted to stay up late. I had all my pictures from the day sorted and uploaded. What to do? How about mix a song for 50/90?
The lyrics are about Patches the cat. Honestly.
Recorded in the USA, mixed in Canada. kewl
10 Down, 40 to Go
There was a post on the 50/90 forum where one user questioned the artistic integrity of everyone else, saying that none of the songs he heard were pushing any artistic boundaries.
My response was, how do you know? Why do you think the pushing of boundaries is going to be audible for anyone? Take me for example. I’m actually letting people listen to my god awful singing voice. I’m writing lyrics! Every once in a while I actually try to express an opinion or, even worse, a feeling! Hell, I am a Gibson guy playing a Strat! Is there any bigger artistic wall to climb than that?
Not that I consider the garbage I write and record to be anything even resembling art. I’m not that self deluded. You get the idea though. I record all of this crap because it’s fun, but that doesn’t mean sharing it is easy. I mean, there is a reason I wait for the house to be empty before I record myself singing, you know?
Nine Down, 41 to Go
Tonight’s entry in the 50/90 post pile is a schmaltzy little sucker with lyrics inspired by the Red Sox cutting A.J. Pierzynsky.
Yup, I sure can come up with those groovy ideas, eh?
Eight Down, 42 to Go
The first idea I had for 50/90 turned out really heavy. So heavy that I haven’t really felt like coming up with a vocal and finishing it off. In reaction to Mr Heavy Song, the second idea I came up with was this goofy little funk fest.
Even a redhead like me wants to get funky now and then. All of the guitars here are the ES 335.


