Wednesday, September 8, 2010
One First song
For years I've been threatening to build a music room in my basement. I first thought of it when my daughter Jade was little. She liked to make music. Specifically, she liked to pound on a drum set that I used to play, (badly,) when I was a kid. But I wanted it for myself, too. I wanted a place where I could pound the drums myself, without driving my family and my neighbors crazy. But the drums have just sat there, for decades, becoming vintage; and Jade's gonna have a baby of her own soon.
So then I had a second generation child. And my other daughter, Gemma, started playing piano. Well. So I decided to ACT.
A few months later, I bought two by fours.
A few months after that, I used them.
A few months after that, I bought wallboard.
A few months after that, I called an electrician.
A few months after that, I swore, coughed, broke wallboard, pounded nails, swore more, coughed, choked, and eventually had a room blocked off.
Then I rested.
But now it's basically done.
I took down the old computer.
I loaded up some old software.
I found old microphones.
I installed a sound card.
I bought cheap headphones.
I carried down my amp.
I set up my drums.
I played bad bass.
And, in the course of an hour, I made my first recording. It's all me-- bad singing, bad voice, bad drums, strange blank spots, rattles, squeaks, and all. (Two takes for the drumming-- one for the rest of it. And nothing to cover the voice!)
Frankly-- it's *^%*&^%y. But what the hell-- I'm sort of proud, anyway!
And I changed the "vocal." It isn't better, but it doesn't have that Howard Dean's Last Stand quality to it, anymore. It's just plain bad.
I'm not sure it will work, but TRY CLICKING HERE! (My hope is that this gets you to my folder, where you can scroll down and find the garbled mess that is my first recording.)
(I won't give up my day job.)