Tag: Guitar

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.

Why am I Still Up?

Jen fell asleep 90 minutes ago. I’ve been sitting here watching That Pedal Show, Supergirl, and Tacoma FD. why? Why didn’t I turn off the lights and conk out 90 minutes ago too?

I don’t know. I should be resting up to tackle tons of music tomorrow. Jen might have to work tomorrow and the Bruins don’t play until 7:00 so I’ve got some Saturday time to fill. I think I might swap out a pedal or two from the chain I’ve been using in the bedroom recording nook. Maybe replace the Bluesbreaker clone and the phaser. I’m not sure what to replace them with though. We will see.

Okay. Bedtime for reals. See you in the morning, everyone.

Firebird or Junior

I’m having a guitar shopping fantasy YouTube night tonight. Assuming I can get my two 40+ year old guitars worked on and cleaned up, what would my next Gibson be?

I waffle between a Les Paul Junior and a Firebird. When I bought my SG in 2018, I almost bought a Firebird instead. I think right now if I had to pick one it would be a Junior, for the P90, but it would be a close call.

Videos like this don’t make it easy on me…

Gimmick Free

My 2021 National Solo Album Month submission is complete. It comes in at about 33 minutes. I sorted the songs into three piles. Good. Less than good. Awful. The good list didn’t quite run long enough to submit so I had to pull one song from the less than good pile. Oh well.

Here’s the last song I finished. I saved it for last because I kinda like it, even if the recording isn’t quite up to snuff.

Here’s a playlist of the whole shebang, which I post knowing that it won’t work. If you are just itching to torture yourself you can also go here.

One Day Left

There is only one day left in November. How much music do I still have left to do?

The November music project will have nine songs. Five are finished. I mixed three songs tonight and my ears are fried. I’m not sure they recovered from yesterday’s guitar tracking bonanza.

That means I have to mix four songs tomorrow. I’m sure I’ll be able to pull it off, but hopefully I’ll be able to get to one before work. Four songs in one night leads to mixes that are even worse than the very crappy norm.

After the mixes are done I need to come up with a running order and then I need to fill out the website’s submission form. I think it’s just an email.

I’ll get it all squared away with at least a few minutes to spare, you’ll see.

On the Flip Side

Okay, let’s say that hypothetically the song in the last post was the A side of a single. Would this song make a good B side? Also, what if we flipped them and made this the A side.

I am trying really hard not to nitpick my vocals, melodies, and lyrics tonight. It’s really difficult, let me tells ya.

Goofy Song Alert

And the award for goofiest song in this year’s National Solo Album Month album is…

I haven’t decided if it’s good or not. I do kinda like it, but that doesn’t mean it’s good. If this were a real album, I would put this on the first single, though I don’t know if it would be the A side or the B side. It doesn’t feel like a hit to me, but nothing I’ve ever done has ever felt like a hit. Of course that’s because nothing I’ve ever done is even worthy of a second listen. Whatever, this is fun.

Tracking is Done, I think

Assuming I don’t need to add an additional song, I think I finished all of the guitars and all of the vocals for November today. Oh my goodness, my finger tips are on fire. Burning hell fire finger tips. Good heavens.

I think I can stop using the Vox MV50 amp now. I should be able to put it back into the living room with the electric piano. It’s going to be there all setup when the kids come home for Christmas break.

They came over today and decorated the tree and packed up their stuff for school and left. I’m sad for me and excited for them. As usual, right? I just love them. You know how it is.