Everything relates to something else and the more you announce a certain disposition, the more you could become said disposition; even if you were saying it in a type of protest, of course if you you believe in God you have an iron-clad excuse purpose for suffering, for He chastises those He loves.
That being said, black Friday will be spent making sure all the content is present. I may even buy a mediafire account.
It was bound to happen, and I'm totally not happy about it, but there's so much content here, it was a matter of time before something wound up missing. Original source file and master reel is gone too, everything. It's like it never happened; yet I hear it in my head. If you are one of the 57 people that downloaded it, please send me a copy. This one was totally scarrzz ready; it had hit written all over it. I'm bummed to the point of drinking.
The file-missing blog label has been created and introduced to mitigate such a travesty.
Norwigian Eyes is potentially the earliest hit I could ever recall recording; and it was done with the most amount of players I have yet to work with. Steve was on bass, Scott played drums and sang the ending., Bekka did intro harmonies and exit harmonies as well as tambourine; I played the purest guitar I think I've ever played (and that's as close to horn toot-ing I'm going to come). I did the body vocals.
Steve's bass lines were backbone and complete required. It was recorded on Sony reel to reel tape from the 60's (found it in Inman Park on Irwin; there's a whole story there), the song is sort of about the cover art's beauty; the young Cindy Lund, oh how I loved her. The cover photo was taken in Manhattan on some viney cast-iron garden on the upper west side. I just bought her the butterfly necklace. We were having a time roaming thru Manhattan streets and trains.
Track notes say it was recorded in the fall of 96 but I recall it being the Holidays of 96; Arizona was a few months old and we have a 2/1 in Grant Park; it had a large living room, that led to a dining room, to the kitchen and bedroom/bath. The dining room had been converted into the Teal room; recording space for a great band that never played out (my God is that ever familiar). We were able to play till the wee hours of the night, as long as everything sounded good the neighbors were ok with it.
The girls would sit in the living room and talk and watch TV with the volume down (you couldn't hear anything but the band when we played), but we were all young and carefree so this was completely acceptable.
The rhodetripp demo began on the conversation of domestic bliss. What is it's source? Is it luxurious furnishings and surroundings? Certainly no one wants section 8. It's obviously in the relationship. But do do the two of you have to do everything together, matching his and her towels, completely agreeing and finishing one's sentences whilst sipping eggnog? Probably not, get a dog.
It's probably more about people who have learned how to work thru difficult situations, valuing each other and balancing personal wants and desires with that of the relationship and making careful decisions therewith.
This thing sat there like a aged flesh; valuaable to few; still something in it caught my attention and I ran back to it and had to tell you about it. It's from the sirirousslyfearioussly collection, a worst of the bad, but then maybe it's not all that bad. Maybe what makes it bad is really good. Maybe the fact that it isn't "blowing up" doesn't mean its crap right? too much thinking. comeonnow
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