I mixed another re-recording today. I don’t think I like it. It’s originally from the 2016 RPM Challenge when I wrote a bunch of songs about people dumb enough to believe the Earth is flat. This one was supposed to be part of an argument between a flat earther and a person with a brain. Five years ago it was the idiot point of view. When it came to re-recordings I couldn’t really use it out of context so I wrote new lyrics. Can you guess what they are about? I wish they were better. They really suck. The vocals suck too. The guitars are okay, I guess.
Hey, remember the old days when I used to post music all the time?
Neither do I.
This is from volume four of the re-recordings project. I recorded it in January (mostly) and mixed it today. Is it good? Eh. It’s not the worst thing I’ve ever worked on. That’s about the best praise I can give it.
I haven’t done any music this month. Well, I put new strings on my SG but that’s it. I still plan to contribute to the Record Every Month thing the RPM Challenge folks are doing. I just haven’t done anything for it yet. Have I been too busy? Am I burned out? Am I kind of in a rut? The answers are probably yes, yes, and yes. I don’t know.
I have a bunch of things that are ready to mix. Two from the last round of re-recordings, and a few leftover from last month. I could do those this weekend, but I’m at my parent’s house keeping an eye on my mother and I get nervous when I put the noise canceling headphones on. Is she going to call for me for something and I won’t hear it?
I’d like to get the ball rolling again this weekend, but it’s more likely I will just doom scroll twitter all day. You know, like you do.
There was guitar playing tonight. Bad, bad guitar playing, and not in the ironic use of the word bad. Bad in the literal sense.
The good folks at the RPM Challenge came up with a new thing for us to mess with. Record Every Month. One song per month for the rest of the year. I was hoping to have 10 but here we are on the 31st and I’ve got one. Count me as a winner for the first month at least.
I did some car music this morning. Nothing terribly good, but it’ll hopefully do.
I ran a Big Muff style fuzz pedal into the 30 watt side of my Bassbreaker 18/30 with the amp volume maxed and it was the single nastiest sound I’ve ever produced. Fuzzy-liscous.
It’s been like three weeks since the last time I played my guitar. Finally, I got back to it tonight. Therapy… it is definitely therapy.
I used my new Speaker Soak/Attenuator thing with my huge amp for the first time. You need to turn it WAY down in order to tame the volume enough to really crank the amp without instantly going deaf. It sounded good. A little squishy and compressed, but I only turned the volume up to about eight on the 30 watt channel. I liked it. I recorded rhythm guitars for two songs, just to have something to mess with. The first song was just guitar and nearly cranked amp. The second used the Ryra the Klone as a boost to get a little more overdrive. I liked both sounds. Also of note, the 30 watt channel is usually super trebly, but with the attenuator down low and the volume up high it sounded much better. Granted, the treble knob was on about two and the bass and mids knobs were dimed. Still. Pretty cool.
Dig those glowing vacuum tubes. World War II tech at it’s finest.
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday. All days that I promised myself I would play guitar and then did not play guitar. Ugh. Tonight.
I haven’t touched this month’s music in over two weeks. Have I given up? No. Not entirely. I added a song last night. I have six now. Two with rhythm guitars, four with just MIDI. Hopefully I’ll do some recording tonight and maybe write some lyrics and do some car music over the weekend? Maybe? I wonder if I could still get through 10 songs with less than a week to go.
Earlier today Jen actually told me that I needed to play guitar tonight. I told her I was planning on it. The new attenuators thing was delivered today so I had extra incentive.
Guess what I didn’t do.
You guessed it. I didn’t play guitar.
Tomorrow. I promise. It’s a moral imperative.