Skill And Grace

You Sped It Up A Bit; That's Ok,

Since You've bought a few of my albums...

Then, we woke up at about noon, and got right back to recording...
All of the tracks that I had done the previous day were all there waiting. I listened to them, hoping that I would respect them in this morning. 

My newfound friend, Sherman, wants to learn the guitar. 

He was very intrigued by one of my choice of songs, "Your Song," by Elton John. Listen Here, isn't the Internet lovely?

I had taken it at a breakneck speed, several beats per minute faster than Reginald Dwight, had recorded it in 1971. 

Upon listening back to it, I had to smile. I thought that I sounded nasal. 

Alex in California had criticized me in the past for having nasal sounding vocals.
I even thought this one sounded nasal.

I attributed the other ones to the on board microphone on the laptop and its ability to capture only the nasal frequencies on the sound spectrum (of course, it probably didn't help; the fact that, for some reason I chose to put my nose flush against the microphone). 

But, all these songs were recorded in one take; no rewinding, no fixing "mistakes."  We set up the equipment (why did we ever break it down in the first place, if we knew that we were going to use it again as soon as we woke up??) 

I got on Shermans electric guitar. He started to scroll through the menu of preset guitar sounds that were indigenous to an effect pedal that he had, one which also supplied drum beats -I have a 5 gallon bucket and a stick, thank you very much, but no thank you... 

We chose a few presets that I thought might be appropriate for the songs that I had recorded the day before and then, I sat and played the electric guitar along with the tracks. 

I haven't played an electric guitar since 1998. 

His guitar had minor intonation issues, although it was a fancy looking thing. 

I am now back in Scotlandville. 

Sherman gave me a ride here, since our recording session ran past the time of the departure of the last #10 Scotlandville bus. 

He dropped me off in front of the boarded up building where I thought that I saw Howard sleeping in his usual spot, but upon approaching, I realized that it was the guy who steals our cans. 

I was pretty angry. I wound up snapping and came just short of hitting him with all my might with a 2x4; and I wasn't even drunk. 

He left. 

Now, I go to listen back to all the tracks that were recorded, with the addition of the electric guitar which had intonation issues; and maybe I will post a short sample from them; or maybe I will wait until I have added 5 gallon bucket and backup vocals and possibly more; yet; I hesitate because my guitar sounds like crap and a 5 gallon bucket hit with a stick although by nature can never sound bad, would have to be struck with skill and grace...