If I was a hungry man with a gun in my hand...
Since fleeing my cohabitational living arrangements and winding up back at my parents' house to avoid paying double rent, I once again have access to a decent soundboard. So I've decided to put down some of the songs that have been building up and bothering me. And I intend to do a good job this time, particularly because I FINALLY found out how to add reverb to the vocals I record. You wouldn't think it would be so tough, but it is worded so cockeyed in the owner's manual as to be indecipherable. They give you some technical grabass about an "FX bus," whatever the fuck that is, and then, to help you out, they draw you a picture of a kitchen sink and a toilet. I wish to God I was making this up.
My dad finally had to show me, and holy mother, it could've been summed up in about three sentences. Tascam can bite me. The point is, it's pretty wild how much difference just the tiniest bit of reverb has on a voice. Particularly MY voice, which I like hearing live but I've usually hated the recordings I make with it. Now that I somewhat know how to use this fancy contraption, I think I'm going to take a bit longer and do a good job this time. If a track doesn't come out quite the way I want or in a way I'm not happy with, I'll either scrap it or do it over, depending on how good I think it is.
The Tigers have the same amount of wins and losses for the first time since before the first game of the season. Todd Jones blew his first save, but Miguel Cabrera blew my mind.
I also bought the newest Counting Crows album. I didn't like the first single and still don't, but I'm hearing some good stuff. It's called Saturday Nights & Sunday Mornings, and it's basically two mini-albums. A six-song, hard-rock side (Sat. Nights) to represent yer sinning, followed by a softer, folkier 8-song effort (Sun. Mornings) standing in for penance. So far I like the sinning better. "1492" and "Cowboys" are messy and chaotic as hell. Reminds me of "Recovering the Satellites" when they were first learning to rock out. "August" is almost certainly still better, but I don't really want to hear another album like it. I see side-two as being something that grows on you. Other than "Washington Square" and "Le Ballet D'or," which are already sprouting.
My dad finally had to show me, and holy mother, it could've been summed up in about three sentences. Tascam can bite me. The point is, it's pretty wild how much difference just the tiniest bit of reverb has on a voice. Particularly MY voice, which I like hearing live but I've usually hated the recordings I make with it. Now that I somewhat know how to use this fancy contraption, I think I'm going to take a bit longer and do a good job this time. If a track doesn't come out quite the way I want or in a way I'm not happy with, I'll either scrap it or do it over, depending on how good I think it is.
The Tigers have the same amount of wins and losses for the first time since before the first game of the season. Todd Jones blew his first save, but Miguel Cabrera blew my mind.
I also bought the newest Counting Crows album. I didn't like the first single and still don't, but I'm hearing some good stuff. It's called Saturday Nights & Sunday Mornings, and it's basically two mini-albums. A six-song, hard-rock side (Sat. Nights) to represent yer sinning, followed by a softer, folkier 8-song effort (Sun. Mornings) standing in for penance. So far I like the sinning better. "1492" and "Cowboys" are messy and chaotic as hell. Reminds me of "Recovering the Satellites" when they were first learning to rock out. "August" is almost certainly still better, but I don't really want to hear another album like it. I see side-two as being something that grows on you. Other than "Washington Square" and "Le Ballet D'or," which are already sprouting.