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.
Back in the day; in the mid 90's; I was a much younger man. My pursuit of a life of art and culture and love seemed equistation; galant. I won the affection of many maiden's put I was always ill at ease. My art was dis-focused and under-exposed...(what has really changed). I met my first wife in these days. We rushed through courtship and got to know each other while she was carrying our first child (that's her on the cover, she was 22 when that photo was taken; taken in Manhattan). I met Scott Carol through a mutual friend Steve. Steve and I lived with Matt in a house with a half-pipe next door on Boulevard in Grant Park. This was when EAV just Heaping Bowl and Park Central Pizza. Anyways, Scott and his girlfriend Becka would come over almost everynight; we'd drink and play loud music till like 3 in the morning while the girls hung out, tried to watch TV and made pot brownies while swiggin' 40's (JK)। We formed as Mercy Seat and made a ton of recordings on a real to real and on cassette recorders; one of those tracks made it to the powerofreverb demo; shiny object's. It was called Norwigian Eyes... it uses rich echo guitar, nice and warm Marshall amplification; and a nice tambourine.
The other three cuts are tape loops and mixes done with my trusty Tascam 4-Track. I loved that thing!
**** Lost In Tribeca is a warm, fuzzy memory of Cindy and I and our vacations in Manhattan, holding hands and smoking Marlboro Reds while shopping in Soho and on the Lower East Side; before Brooklyn was hipster heaven of course. It was recorded in our trailer in Sugar Hill, GA. Joey's drums are slightly audible but perfect. The warm reverb from my 71 twin running thru a 90's Vox wah, is very nice. grab a cup of coffee; ouch it's too hot
- Lost In Tribeca is currently misssing, sorry - 3.20.10
Channel has interesting texture to it; it's got this great flute in it; and I want to think I overdubbed it with Cindy's Yamaha keyboard from the 80's. It sounds like Bradford could have influenced it but he probably was probably in High School and we hadn't met. big boom for bass (I would drop E on my jazzmaster and do bass overdubs with it).
This last jam from the CDR was a song I used to skip over all the time in the car, too spooky; I thought. It's all about loneliness and obscurity... and this is while I was 26 married with a young son and wife, employed and promoted....hmmm Of course these concepts still common in my work today. Of course now I am 37, divorced and unemployed; so go figure.
Oh, ps... that email address listed on the inserts and covers; no bueno Haven't logged into it in years, couldn't even recall the passport. If your further interested communicate thru the blog.
One, last thing; if you think I'm nastalgizing about the past with what I said about Cindy and stuff; FU.
Sigh The developers at flock really have to get together with the folks at blogger and fix the title translation thingie.
(अल्ल्मोस्त वर्जिन) इ अन्ना क्नोव translates to (almost virgin) I wanna know, which, if you haven't guessed it, is a another version of yesterday's track. I like this one better, I think you will too, it's more cohesive, you can definitely tap your fingers on your steering wheel at Freedom and Highland to this one.
So it's a little after 6 in the morning; why am I editing in GarageBand? Way aren't I asleep; about to wake up and start the new day?
Because I'm unemployed.
Do I have a problem not having a day job? No. But truth be told, these tracks are not, yet paying the bills (FYI - nor are they designed to). Basically, all of my creative outlet is currently unprofitable, existing as yet only to draw a neat from you or the random passerby.
PS - Yes Allen did the drums on this track, after all it is a Cosmic Electric track. His drumming is timely and important, very big beat; and he understands my scatter-beat stuff.
Anyways, check out I wanna know, let us know what you think!
I posted the Last.FM for Cosmic Electric on my flickr, my one output with regular visitors (most of which I consider friends)... but perhaps my voice flattens out too much and the music is not pop enough to really keep you coming back, commenting or any other for or reply... I dunno. All I can do is continue to upload content to this blog and the last.fm or whatever... in hopes that someone out there will like it to the point of comment - at least.
Here's the third jam from the session at Allen's in Gwinnett. Dude doesn't really return calls in a patterned time frame but if he doesn't have any girl-scout activities he's down for some back beat.
Too bad that's the only time and the only thing. Allen, I believe there's quite an artist locked up inside you but only you can transition. It's so much better on this side, the food tastes better the women smile more and your interactions with all of life are hightened; but you won't know if you don't let go.
Still waiting is what most of us humans do; and mostly for action/reaction from other humans; ironically enough. Some of us humans get a bunch of action/reaction right off, the rest of us humans watch and wonder.
Others have to spin and toil, "pay your dues" we say to each other, wiping the sweat from our brow.
None of this rightly matters once we get our recompense... it's the poor blokes who labour and labour and never, in their time receive the fruits of their labors; the founding fathers, the pioneers, the martyrs... this jam; goes to them, hopefully I am not one of them; hopefully I get to taste victory, success and honor amongst my peers before I die; if not, Lord count me in with the Still waiting
This number is sort of sobering lyrically. It's about the process of decision making and the real need to use wise judgment; particularly in relationships.
Musically it's a combination that's been bouncing in my head for years; sort of thin and not so exact but sentiment rich.
As always, Mr. Hewitt delivered percussionary blows of bounce and resonance.
There's a third track from the Again session's at Hewitt Manor on 11.8.08; as well as tons of remnants and table scraps, fit for vocoding, but my exhausting is requiring sleep. I'm trying to get a run in this evening; but it doesn't look likely as of yet.
Allen and I came back together this weekend to add to the Cosmic Electric demo. We recorded at Hewitt manor; the mastering was done at 3443; here is the last track from that session.
John Franklin Candy (October 31, 1950 – March 4, 1994)
Krumb
For the record, I don't like more than the first 20 seconds of this, this is a total filler entry, a total waste of time, not even a footnote, but here, if you're so sick and inclined, here's the Download
Here's all 7 songs that comprise of Truco's Formula demo. I couldn't get him to add any commentary since he's always busy fighting crime but I can say there were others tracks but they will either never make it out of hisGarageBand or be part of OCt
whew..... I got lucky and I was able to make some mastering choices that I know your gonna love. This number sort of confirms my VU roots; albeit not Reed as much as Morrison (he ended up in LA).
You're gonna like sheLLLs... in fact, I have to make another label besides yo gusto to identify the stuff that's wax-worthy here. Remember, this is all you and I, not alot of other people involved creatively; it's all you and I.
Here, without further ado, enjoy sheLLLs
But of course you can download it... (why do I feel like I've said that before?)... I wonder if these words all end up 23?
It's time for adventure, it's time for movement. I'd love to stay but that doesn't look possible without becoming a total burden and wearing out the few that are still present. American materialism is killing me. My past is haunting me. I made this life. I performed the actions and made the choices that got me here.
No one can free me. God can only help me make better choices and open doors and provide favor but its quite unlikely that He will part seas for just one man, especially this man.
I love the Lord but I cannot expect anything from him that he is unwilling to provide.
I must man-up and own my current and make for myself a better future, and then invite a woman into a life with me.
Jail-house proposals and jail-house religion are useless. I only pray now I can do what I need to do without seeing a jail cell.
The kids already have a forced relationship with me; my leaving will make things easier for them as well.
I was once a young man and procured many beautiful young ladies as girlfriends. Some for longer, some for more passionate. Then I was married for a decade. Now I am divorced and almost completely back to the state I was in before being married. But I liked being married more.
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