Image via WikipediaThis week the whole crew listened to bristly mixes of the tunes thus far. I began writing a list of things that needed a bit of tweaking while smoking some ribs on the backyard grill after a week of work. Yes, it’s time to start getting critical with the songs, and there was something very wrong with ‘Between the Sun & the Moon’. The guitar and vocal tones were too thin, the drums needed more intensity, and the main vocal too clean. We need a mixture of Oasis, The Cult, The Beatles, Jet, and The Who (yes, it works together if you squish them together the right way), but we were getting something that sounded more like Wings…
I arrived at TAYLOR Studios to find Jeff already working on the problem. I furnished him with the original pre-production guitar tracks printed with the exact tones that were missing. After some wizardry at the controls, Jeff had nailed it with crunch-a-licious tonality and threw the appropriate “dirt” onto the main vocal line. The song came springing back to life like Lazarus, with a vengeance. It was time for a break as we strolled to the property where Jeff plans to construct a house. The grassy sunny lot on a tree lined street looks like a great location for “haunt”. Actually, the small cottage in the rear of the lot transmitted some sad creepy vibes. We were informed that an old couple formerly owned the shady chalet and I couldn’t help but wonder what may have transpired at this location or if the couple was really gone after all. My interest in parapsychology, the esoteric, and the invisible world made this a place of interest. Surely if this building is remodeled, I won't be coppin’ any z’s here…
The week came to a finale at the Bristol Renaissance Faire, a favorite hangout of mine. I dig how people can be themselves (or someone else) and express their individuality, character, and style without judgment at this large event. “Let your freak flag fly” eh? That’s about the last thing you would expect out of a conservative huh? One of the vendors suggested,” We are all family here”. I would have to agree as I saw people of every color, stature, creed, and conviction getting along and having a good time. We would all be much better off if we could treat each other this way outside of a fantasy situation. Until next week I bid thee farewell & Godspeed…
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I arrived at TAYLOR Studios to find Jeff already working on the problem. I furnished him with the original pre-production guitar tracks printed with the exact tones that were missing. After some wizardry at the controls, Jeff had nailed it with crunch-a-licious tonality and threw the appropriate “dirt” onto the main vocal line. The song came springing back to life like Lazarus, with a vengeance. It was time for a break as we strolled to the property where Jeff plans to construct a house. The grassy sunny lot on a tree lined street looks like a great location for “haunt”. Actually, the small cottage in the rear of the lot transmitted some sad creepy vibes. We were informed that an old couple formerly owned the shady chalet and I couldn’t help but wonder what may have transpired at this location or if the couple was really gone after all. My interest in parapsychology, the esoteric, and the invisible world made this a place of interest. Surely if this building is remodeled, I won't be coppin’ any z’s here…
The week came to a finale at the Bristol Renaissance Faire, a favorite hangout of mine. I dig how people can be themselves (or someone else) and express their individuality, character, and style without judgment at this large event. “Let your freak flag fly” eh? That’s about the last thing you would expect out of a conservative huh? One of the vendors suggested,” We are all family here”. I would have to agree as I saw people of every color, stature, creed, and conviction getting along and having a good time. We would all be much better off if we could treat each other this way outside of a fantasy situation. Until next week I bid thee farewell & Godspeed…
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