Even If Only In My Own Esteem

It probably wasn't a good idea to post the first rudimentary experiments with the Audacity program on my blog (do ya think??).
I may have had some readers who probably had (previously) thought that I was a gifted musician who is just struggling, based upon my having been promoted to Bourbon Street in, excuse me, New Orleans ...(where, if you don't have "the goods," you'll be out of there in two weeks)...others, who have heard me play in coffee houses, are probably thinking: why did you post your first rudimentary experiments with the Audacity program??*
*"first impressions are everything" has been an interesting concept in my life; I can't think of one..well, yeah I can, but...there are many good friends of mine that I hold dearly in my heart, who have told me: "When I first met you, I hated your guts. I came this close *holds fingers 1.2 inches apart* from punching your lights out; but; then I realised that you're just Daniel..")
Well, I can at least say that my faithful reader in Gabon seems to have found some value in the music that I posted. Maybe he plays guitar and absolutely sucks profusely and sees me as a kindred spirit now LOL!
I read a lot of the Audacity manual yesterday afternoon, into the evening.
I learned a lot about the million buttons and sliders.
It wasn't even dark, when I started working on a project, not behind the boarded up building, but in front of it (where the electrical outlet is).
I was aware that I was visible to anyone walking up "Scenic Highway," with my laptop glowing, guitar propped up next to me, and even a pack of cigarettes, to tempt.
Then, Mother Nature helped out by unleashing a pretty severe rain storm, one that I was out of, being under the little portico; but one that nobody would be out walking in -not up Scenic Highway- there is just nothing worth getting wet for on Scenic Highway.
So, after messing around with an acapella piece, called "It's Raining In Baton Rouge" (later discarded) and trying out all of the techniques like cutting and pasting and duplicating and splitting tracks and generating click tracks and adding effects...
I then got serious, and ran across the street for a Hurricane Lager.
Returning, I played a rhythm guitar along with the click track.
Then, I added the 5 gallon bucket, hit with palm and stick as the drum kit. I compressed the track, making each hit tend to be the same volume, evening out the sticks tendency to be erratic, due to its irregular shape (and the fact that I'm not *technically* a drummer; though that's no excuse, because Paul McCartney was not either; and just listen to the drums he played on -I forget which Beatles song it was...)
Then, I did a vocal improvisation on being homeless, borrowing from a song I wrote called "Subteranean Mobile Homeless Sick Blues," before I even had a harmonica, and in anticipation of getting one, and already imagining the part for it.
To the vocal, I added a bit of echo, using the convenient "effects" dropdown  menu; just enough so that it had ambiance; something that is almost required in this world where every musician has at least a little reverb; or an instrument so loud that it reverberates off of buildings and alleys.
The lyrics came out just like I remembered them in Mobile. Losing my jump drive, I am vulnerable to losing lyrics, and maybe even entire songs that I might forget that I wrote, but, somehow the homeless sick blues are kind of imbued in me.
Then, I added a lead guitar track and was pleasantly surprised after choosing "wah wah" from the list of available effects, applying it and hearing the result. The "default" parameters were well chosen by the programmer.

Let me just cut in here, to say that my problems pale in comparison to my brother,
Lil Boosie (I'm not sure if that's the name his parent(s) gave him) is in jail-
right here in Baton Rouge...

Then, content to keep going on into the wee hours of the morning, I kept going, until the point where the whole program crashed in spectacular fashion, when I was in the middle of editing the harmonica track, which came next.
I had played the harp through the whole 11 minutes of the song, and then was going back and cutting out the parts where it stepped on the vocal or when it detracted from something else that was going on, especially with the wah-ed out guitar, which came out pretty lyrical...or when it sucked (having been a first take) when, after I clicked on something, or dragged something at the wrong time in the wrong way, probably uncovering a bug that was hitherto unknown; the screen began to roll like an old TV with the horizontal hold out of whack.
The mouse was useless. Every key that I pressed was useless. All I could do was unplug the thing (couldn't even log out and shut down properly) and hope that the next day (today) when I turned the computer on, it wouldn't be doing the same thing interminably.
It's the next day, and it wasn't.
I guess I learned to save my work regularly while recording.
This project is kind of an obsession, and I am staying over a few more days, just to complete it. I want to do something kind of special, even if only in my own esteem.

Coming Friday: The conclusion of The Girl Who (owned a house, yet) Slept In A Mustang.