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Long and esoteric post--
the tldr: this is a sort-of live album that was performed at the end of a long and wonderful day. I don't usually release such things (or discuss much in the way of my process) as I doubt many have the time to listen to long and extended meanderings and I prefer to share more polished and focused material. For me (and probably only me), the relationship between the material and the day felt special.
These personal 'liner notes' I am only sharing here on AO:
I am not a religious/spiritual person, in any form or manner but Monday, January 16 was a spiritual one for me in the sense I felt very connected to who I was, where I had been, and with whom I have emotional connections.
The day began watching S1gns stream live. He is someone who truly enjoys his life and to me, radiates goodwill and happiness. While I may not share in his beliefs, I can share in his sincere expression of them, and that brings me joy; seeing a fellow human feeling in touch with his universe.
After working in the yard for a few hours, I returned inside to get to work on my project for the weekend (my weekend is Sun/Mon/Tue) which was digitizing old video tapes from an annual party we used to throw in my salad days. The 16th marked the 30th anniversary of the first of the "Hellhole" parties and marked a transition in my life to some of my favorite years. We were all so young and beautiful. I shared images and clips from the videos which spurred threads sharing memories with the many people who went through that time. I had not seen the videos in at least 25 years.
Late in the evening I decided to enhance my general mood and set forth on a bit of a journey with something I had put aside and had not experienced in almost 20 years. Enough on that.
The rest of the evening was as wonderful as the day. I listened to music, reflected on my place in the universe, spoke to my kids (both adults now), watched a few clips from the old videos, as well as a performance of Krapp's Last Tape from 1988. Watching that particular play may seem counter to the general mood I was in, but I have always had an affinity for Beckett and as someone who spends a lot of time archiving things (pictures, videos, recordings) it serves as both a playful jibe at myself and as a warning against ceasing to look forward to the future, becoming trapped in reliving and the regrets of one's past.
After the play I decided to try a bit of creative exercise. I messed about with some softsynths and effects, but never really settled into a sound I liked, so grabbed my guitar and hit record. Almost 50 minutes later, I reset and grabbed my bass. The recording was an extremely intimate experience and yet I could tweak effects and experiment without losing my focus in my instrument. The next day I was convinced I would find a long collection of incoherent noise, but it did sound like I remembered. I am not a musician (not a point of pride, just the truth) so don't look for any craftsmanship in the playing itself.
Every sound on this recording is initiated by either the bass or guitar. Like Queen's early albums, "no synthesizers were used in this recording". The recording was not remixed, edited or mastered in any way--I wanted it to reflect as accurately as I could what I heard. A list of the effects chains is in the details on the site.
Hope you like it.
the tldr: this is a sort-of live album that was performed at the end of a long and wonderful day. I don't usually release such things (or discuss much in the way of my process) as I doubt many have the time to listen to long and extended meanderings and I prefer to share more polished and focused material. For me (and probably only me), the relationship between the material and the day felt special.
These personal 'liner notes' I am only sharing here on AO:
I am not a religious/spiritual person, in any form or manner but Monday, January 16 was a spiritual one for me in the sense I felt very connected to who I was, where I had been, and with whom I have emotional connections.
The day began watching S1gns stream live. He is someone who truly enjoys his life and to me, radiates goodwill and happiness. While I may not share in his beliefs, I can share in his sincere expression of them, and that brings me joy; seeing a fellow human feeling in touch with his universe.
After working in the yard for a few hours, I returned inside to get to work on my project for the weekend (my weekend is Sun/Mon/Tue) which was digitizing old video tapes from an annual party we used to throw in my salad days. The 16th marked the 30th anniversary of the first of the "Hellhole" parties and marked a transition in my life to some of my favorite years. We were all so young and beautiful. I shared images and clips from the videos which spurred threads sharing memories with the many people who went through that time. I had not seen the videos in at least 25 years.
Late in the evening I decided to enhance my general mood and set forth on a bit of a journey with something I had put aside and had not experienced in almost 20 years. Enough on that.
The rest of the evening was as wonderful as the day. I listened to music, reflected on my place in the universe, spoke to my kids (both adults now), watched a few clips from the old videos, as well as a performance of Krapp's Last Tape from 1988. Watching that particular play may seem counter to the general mood I was in, but I have always had an affinity for Beckett and as someone who spends a lot of time archiving things (pictures, videos, recordings) it serves as both a playful jibe at myself and as a warning against ceasing to look forward to the future, becoming trapped in reliving and the regrets of one's past.
After the play I decided to try a bit of creative exercise. I messed about with some softsynths and effects, but never really settled into a sound I liked, so grabbed my guitar and hit record. Almost 50 minutes later, I reset and grabbed my bass. The recording was an extremely intimate experience and yet I could tweak effects and experiment without losing my focus in my instrument. The next day I was convinced I would find a long collection of incoherent noise, but it did sound like I remembered. I am not a musician (not a point of pride, just the truth) so don't look for any craftsmanship in the playing itself.
Every sound on this recording is initiated by either the bass or guitar. Like Queen's early albums, "no synthesizers were used in this recording". The recording was not remixed, edited or mastered in any way--I wanted it to reflect as accurately as I could what I heard. A list of the effects chains is in the details on the site.
Hope you like it.
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